The spring is chilly and snow is piled up in distant mountains.

In the small mountain village, the brown soil exposed its buds, but no one had the leisure to worry about the spring scenery, leaving only the hurried footsteps.

Footsteps were heard in a hurry, and a group of villagers helped the elderly and young people gathered in a small stall.

After the stall, he was wearing a blue shirt and a cotton robe. A young man was treating the villagers here.

The spring cold suddenly started, and many young children in the village were infected with wind and cold. In addition, many elderly people were old and weak. They finally met a doctor from the side of the country and picked it up without feeling it.

"Doctor Zou, how is my baby?"

"It's okay, just take this medicine and it's almost gone."

The boy handed a bag of oil paper wrapped in herbs to the village woman holding a child in front of him, and received the other party's thanks.

Positive emotions from village women 66

The boy was Yang Xian, who was now named Zou Yi, practicing medicine in this small mountain village. Yang Xian found that the identity of a doctor in You Fang can not only provide good cover, but also earn a lot of positive emotions for himself.

Liangzhou is remote and is no longer as in the prosperous Central Plains, and the supply of materials is very short of. The people of Liangzhou are brave, and they are cultivated in the harsh natural and social environment.

However, even the most fierce person will have the day when he gets sick, let alone in his childhood? People in this small mountain village usually have to go to towns dozens of miles away to find a doctor.

At this moment, Yang Xian is here, and they not only save the effort of traveling, but also save a lot of money. After all, this place is just a few doctors, but there is no shortage of herbs for curing diseases in the mountains.

Yangjue Pass is a barrier that separates Liangzhou from the endless wastelands around it. It is located in a gentle gap between the two mountains. This barrier has existed in ancient times. It is said to be built by the Kuafu clan, and it is tall, vast and distant.

The reason why Yangjue Pass is called Yangjue Pass is that it means leaving the pass, dark clouds block the sun, and the traces are gone. However, in fact, this is not the case. Outside Yangjue Pass, there are a large number of wild beasts. Every spring and autumn, they will come to Liangzhou in groups.

The Liangzhou army stationed this pass to resist the beast tide twice a year and protect the border.

Extending north from Yangjue Pass, there are all steep mountains and ridges, and the mountains are unattainable. Even wild beasts can rarely reach them. Occasionally, wild beasts that escape here have become the targets of hunters.

Fuyu Mountain, where Moji Sect is located, is located in a relatively gentle area among the mountains. The Moji Sect established it here, and for hundreds of years, it has also eased the pressure on the Liangzhou defenders from the times.

Before the Demon Ji Sect was established, every year, ferocious beasts would penetrate from this area into the deep mountains north of Liangzhou. There were many very powerful giant beasts that ordinary hunters could not cope with.

Once these giant beasts harasse the town, the defenders of Liangzhou had to divide their troops to encircle and suppress them. Not only did they waste a lot of energy, but they often had no results because the wild beasts were dispersed.

"Okay, there are not enough herbs, I have to go up the mountain to collect them."

As the sun got late, Yang Xian smiled and said to the villagers, but received a little worried voice from the other party.

"Doctor Zou, it's too late. It's too dangerous for you to go up the mountain alone. Why don't we ask a few hunters from the village to go with you!"

Over the past few days, Yang Xianji has been taking medicine. Although these villagers are a bit cunning and tough, they are not ungrateful people.

"No need!" Yang Xian refused with a smile, "I don't go deep into the mountains, but there are no beasts in the border areas."

The night is getting darker and the mountains are colder.

Yang Xian lit a fire note and walked up the mountain. The bitter cold wind blew, and Yang Xian was tired from leaving, so he took some dry firewood and started to burn the fire.

The fire was blazing, and Yang Xian took a sip of the soup to drive away the cold at the thick cake. Two men in blue clothes rushed out of the forest and fell in front of Yang Xian.

"Master!"

"how's it going?"

"We have already investigated, Meng Xuan, the leader of the Demon Sect, has not returned to the sect yet."

Yang Xian was a little confused. Logically speaking, Meng Xuan, a great master, should have a much faster pace than him. After all, Yang Xian not only had to arrange hundreds of Qingyi's troops to sneak into Liangzhou secretly, but also had to investigate the information in Liangzhou and formulate a rescue plan. As for today, Meng Xuan should have arrived before him!

"Have you been tripped by something?"

"I want to eat this!"

In the noisy street market, Xia Gongni pointed at a string of candied haws, and next to her was Meng Xuan with a haggard face.

Meng Xuan took out his sleeves with some difficulty, squatted down, and said, "I have no money!"

"If you don't have money, go make money! Look at you, you are a big and sturdy person, and you are not bad at all. You don't want to save some money at this age. What should you do when you get old in the future? You also told me that you can agree to me no matter what you ask for in the future. Now I just want to eat a bunch of small candied haws and you won't agree. Humph! As expected, men's words are all lies."

Xia Gongni curled his lips, inserted his waist, turned his head and went angry.

Meng Xuan looked helpless and heart-wrenching, and the vendors on the side felt sorry for him.

"Oh, brother, this is your daughter! She is quite awesome. The old saying goes, raising a son in poverty and raising a daughter in wealth. Daughter, you can't treat it badly."

Meng Xuan sighed in his heart. If it were his daughter, he would have slapped him to death. This was simply a disaster!

The vendor said, pulling out a candied haw from the haystack and handing it to Meng Xuan.

"Brother, don't mind, it's not a rare thing, just treat it as a gift to the little girl."

Meng Xuan took the candied haws, glanced at the vendor, and said, "If you help me in danger, you will be rewarded in the future."

"No, no!"

When Meng Xuan was about to hand the candied haws to Xia Gong Nie, she saw that she turned her head with a very unique personality.

"Xiangfu said that the poor do not eat food given to them. They cannot ask for anything they give for free."

"What do you want?"

"Xiangfu said that after eating other people's food, he had to help them work. This is how you help the guy see the stall and sell candied haws."

"Look at the stall?"

Meng Xuan opened his eyes wide and asked me to be a great master to help others check the stall?

But when Xia Gong Ni said naturally, "What's wrong with the stall? Didn't you help someone wash dishes last time?"

"Xiangfu? Grand Master?"

The vendor selling candied haws shook his head strangely and thought to himself that the father and daughter were talking about something secret. But Meng Xuan pulled Xia Gong Nie over and covered her mouth.

"Didn't you tell you not to mention washing dishes? If someone knows that I am a great master and helps someone's hotel guy wash dishes, how can I keep my face in the future?"

"What's wrong with the Grand Master? Is the Grand Master so amazing? Can't the Grand Master help others wash dishes? Xiangfu said that professions are not distinguished from high or low, only the mind is dirty. Xiangfu often goes to the fields to help others farm! Why can't you help others wash dishes?"

Xia Gongni bit off a candied haw and said slap.

At this moment, Meng Xuan wanted to hang up Yang Xian, a young man who had never been seen before, and sucked him 800 times.
Chapter completed!