Elixir Supplier

Chapter 145

After Wang Yao had returned to Nanshan hill, he documented Secretary Yang's mother's diagnosis in his notebook. He also wrote down a basic treatment plan after thinking for a while.

Wang Yao had been thinking of how to treat Secretary Yang's mother and what herbs he should use the whole afternoon. He didn't rest until 4 pm.

He walked around Nanshan hill when it was close to dusk.

The trees he planted several weeks ago were growing very well. The leaves on the trees were fresh and green, which made the whole hill more alive.

Several birds twittered and flew close.

A loud sound from the sky scared the birds away. It was from Da Xia. Since Da Xia settled on Nanshan hill, Wang Yao hadn't seen any small birds nearby.

After practicing Tai Chi for a while on the top of the hill, Wang Yao came down and found San Xian was wandering in the herbal field smelling something. The smart dog had been avoiding the herbs since Wang Yao created the herbal field.

"San Xian, have you found any pests?" asked Wang Yao.

San Xian looked at Wang Yao and shook his head.

"Good," said Wang Yao.

Maybe it was because of them? thought Wang Yao as he looked at the miasma grass on the ground. The leaves of miasma grass were dark green and hard, looking like tiny swords.

"San Xian, what does this herb smell like?" Wang Yao pointed the miasma grass to San Xian.

San Xian gave him a weird look.

"Hey, what do you mean by that look?" said Wang Yao with a smile.

He squatted down and smelled the miasma grass himself. The smell was actually nice; it had a faint aroma.

"I think it smells nice. Don't you think so?" said Wang Yao.

Are you stupid? San Xian looked at Wang Yao in disdain.

When Wang Yao arrived at home late afternoon, he found cigarettes and bottles of wine on the table.

"Who's been here?" asked Wang Yao.

"Your Uncle Fenglong. He just came to thank you," said Zhang Xiuying.

"Hey, why did he bring those? We are family. He didn't need to do that," said Wang Yao.

"I didn't want to accept them, but he insisted and left them on the table. He said he really appreciated you helping his son and preventing him from suffering too much in the hospital," said Zhang Xiuying.

"Is the kid still in the hospital?" asked Wang Yao.

"No. He has been discharged. Fenglong also brought him here. The kid looks fine. He's a lovely boy," said Zhang Xiuying.

"That's good," said Wang Yao.

Zhang Xiuying had set up the table, but Wang Fenghua hadn't arrived at home yet.

"Where is Dad?" asked Wang Yao.

"He just went out for a walk. He should be home soon," said Zhang Xiuying.

While they were chatting, Wang Fenghua came home.

"Dinner's ready," said Zhang Xiuying.

Wang Fenghua told his family that the warehouse belonged to the village production team. It had been rented out and would be used as a processing factory.

"Do you know what they are going to process there?" asked Wang Yao. He knew already that the warehouse had been rented out, but he didn't know to whom and for what. Even Wang Mingbao didn't know, which surprised Wang Yao. After all, Wang Mingbao's father was the head of the local government in the village. Maybe the only explanation was that Wang Mingbao's father was too busy to find out what was going on in the warehouse previously belonging to the village production team.