The Peasant Wife Is a Lucky Charm

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present. The old lady informed him that they had gone into the mountains to dig yams.

Restless, Su Qing felt the urge to go to the mountains and speak with his brother and sister.

Qin Zhenzhen glanced at his injured feet. “You’re injured and you want to climb the mountain? Do you expect your Second Brother to carry you down?” “No…” Su Qing felt a twinge of embarrassment.

Both of his feet were marked with whip scars, and the wounds had become swollen.

He could manage to walk on flat ground, but once they ventured into the mountains, the wounds would inevitably come into contact with twigs. At that point, it might become difficult for him to descend.

“Just stay at home and don’t trouble your Second Brother. I will gather some herbs for you to apply.”

Su Qing was taken aback. “Third Sister-in-law, you know how to treat injuries?”

Qin Zhenzhen replied, “I know how to handle common wounds.”

“Don’t worry, after applying the herbs, you’ll definitely feel better. Perhaps you can go to the mountains tomorrow.”

With that, she headed to the field outside to find Malabar plum.

Malabar plum possessed hemostatic and anti-inflammatory properties. Combined with the spiritual water on her fingertips, it would surely aid in Su Qing’s healing.

Malabar plum trees were abundant in the field, and Qin Zhenzhen quickly gathered a sizable amount.

Some villagers spotted her and greeted her from a distance, displaying their friendly demeanor.

This was because she had discovered the yams and opened up a market for them.

The villagers from nearby villages now had an additional means of earning money.

In the eyes of the villagers, Qin Zhenzhen was akin to the God of Fortune.

“Su Bin’s wife, what are you looking for them for?” a villager inquired.

Qin Zhenzhen proceeded to explain, “This is Malabar plum, which can halt bleeding and reduce inflammation. It’s often useful for minor cuts on the hands and feet, and it’s the quickest remedy for stopping bleeding.” The villagers gathered around, curious to see.

“Really? It grows everywhere in the field. Isn’t it easy to obtain?”

One villager accidentally cut his finger, causing it to bleed profusely.

Upon hearing Qin Zhenzhen’s advice, he instructed his companions to fetch some Malabar plum.

Qin Zhenzhen provided them with instructions. “Wash the Malabar plums and rub them until they release a black medicinal juice. Then apply it to the wound and apply pressure. If the wound is deep, tie the plum to the affected area.” The man followed Qin Zhenzhen’s guidance, and the bleeding ceased. The villagers were elated. “It’s truly miraculous! It stops bleeding!”

“Su Bin’s wife, you’re so knowledgeable!”

“Yes, do you know about other medicinal herbs?”

Qin Zhenzhen nodded. “Honestly, I’m familiar with many medicinal herbs. When I come across them in the mountains, I’ll inform everyone to gather them together.”

She had already discovered another medicinal herb in the mountains—Hairy Fig.

The roots of the Hairy Fig possessed properties that resisted grains, reduced inflammation, aided digestion, and cleared the liver and gallbladder.

Wine made from Hairy Figs could invigorate blood circulation, relieve bruises, moisturize the intestines, and alleviate coughs and wheezing.

Soup made with the plant and meat had the effect of enhancing the spleen, relaxing the tendons, and soothing the nerves.

However, there was only a small quantity of the herb, and Qin Zhenzhen assured them that she would inform them when they were finished digging yams.

Grateful for Qin Zhenzhen’s promise, the villagers smiled warmly.

“That would be wonderful!”

“Thank you, Su Bin’s wife. You truly are our lucky charm!”

Upon returning home, Qin Zhenzhen washed the Malabar plum, chopped it into juice, and added a few drops of spiritual water to the medicinal extract.

“Just find a clean chicken feather, dip it in the medicinal juice, and apply it to the wound.”

“Repeat the application a few more times, and you’ll recover faster..”