She was driven away by her own mother at the beginning, and she became rich by cultivating immortals

Chapter 12: The Jiang Family's House is on Fire
Jiang Chuci turned around holding the medicine cauldron and saw the old man in the dim light.

"Grandpa, you are awesome. Let me borrow yours."

Jiang Guosheng shook his head like an old child, put his hands behind his back, and snorted coldly: "I told you it's not garbage, and you still blame me for picking up garbage."

Jiang Chuci quickly responded: "It's not garbage, how can it be garbage."

"Okay, take it and use it." The old man waved his hand with great satisfaction.

Jiang Chuci carried the medicine cauldron into the house. She didn't need water to wash it. Her spiritual power could serve as a golden finger.

It has the function of purifying everything, no matter what this medicine cauldron was used for.

As long as they are cleansed by her spiritual power, they can return to their original state, or even become cleaner.

Jiang Chuci closed the door. There were no curtains in the room, so she could only light the kerosene lamp, which was about the same brightness.

As she squatted in the corner, she never imagined that one day she would have to use her spiritual power secretly.

Cultivating immortality is her only confidence, and she cannot even tell her family.

With his palm facing downward, a ball of warm white spiritual energy wrapped around the medicine cauldron.

Half a minute later, Jiang Chuci wiped the sweat from her forehead and stood up weakly against the wall.

A little overdraft, but fortunately enough.

He looked at the medicine cauldron in his arms which had completely changed its shape and turned into a dark golden color.

Jiang Chuci curled her lips, hid the medicine cauldron under the bed and then went out.

The aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. Gao Chunling was about to call her to eat, but when she saw her come out, she said, "Go wash your hands and call your brother to come out for dinner."

After Jiang Yilin sat down, the family picked up their chopsticks and started eating.

At the dinner table, Jiang Guosheng boasted with a smile: "My eldest granddaughter said that what I picked up was not garbage, she is still useful, let's see who of you still blames me."

No one responded, so he thought no one heard him and had to repeat himself.

Chen Guixia paused as she picked up the food and glared at him, "You old man, what are you showing off for? You went out to pick up trash again and there's no more room!"

Jiang Guosheng was not angry at all: "Chu Ci said that what I picked up was not garbage."

"I hear you blabbering on here. You're just trash. You're guarding it like a treasure all day long."

"Chuci said what I picked up wasn't trash."

Chen Guixia: “…”

Well! No matter what she said, the old man would say, "Chu Ci said what I picked up was not garbage."

Gao Chunling swallowed a mouthful of bracken and glanced at Jiang Chuci who was watching the show: "What did your grandfather mean?"

She immediately retracted her gaze of watching the show and picked up the bowl obediently: "I just happen to need what grandpa picked up."

Jiang Jianhua smiled and said, "What Chuci said is useful, so let my dad pick it up."

"Okay, it's up to you." Chen Guixia said in one breath.

Jiang Guosheng:? How come after showing off, I don’t seem that happy in the end?

Jiang Moxue tilted her head and met Jiang Yilin's eyes, and the brother and sister smiled at each other.

The next morning, the sky was pale white, and the air after the rain was mixed with the scent of grass and earth.

"Cough-cough-"

The sound of Jiang Chuci coughing could be heard in the yard.

"So spicy! What kind of firewood did you order?"

Gao Chunling waved her hands in front of her eyes and spoke in dialect out of anger.

Looking at the yard filled with thick smoke, he covered his mouth and nose, held his breath, went in to find Jiang Chuci and pull her out.

The two old men who had just gotten up ran out in a hurry, crying out in pain.

Pour water to put out the fire and open the door to disperse the smoke.

Seeing Jiang Chuci's dark face, Gao Chunling quickly instructed: "Come here, you little bastard, let me clean your face."

Jiang Chuci followed him to the kitchen. She didn't know why this happened while burning firewood.

Gao Chunling wrung out the face towel and wiped it on her face, being careful to avoid the wound.

"What's going on? Is it on fire?"

"Put out the fire quickly! Everyone in Old Jiang's house is still in the house!"

Noises were heard one after another outside, and fellow villagers were carrying buckets full of water.

Lin Qiu wanted to rush in anxiously, but Jiang Jianming pulled her back. "What are you doing in there? Do you have the ability to save people in such a big fire?"

Lin Qiu's panicked face was full of tears: "What should I do! Watch them get burned?!"

"Put out the fire first!"

After Zeng Jianming finished speaking, Zeng Yunhua hurried over carrying a bucket of water.

"Where is the fire?"

When he asked this question, the men who were about to put out the fire were stunned.

Yes, why is there only smoke but no fire?

At this time, Chen Guixia came out of the yard coughing. Seeing the crowd outside, she was stunned for two seconds, then smiled and shook her head: "There is no fire, but there is a lot of smoke."

The air became quiet.

"Can you be more careful next time? It's not like you've never burned wood before and it still creates so much smoke. It's scary."

Someone in the crowd complained, but it was clear that he didn't put on his coat properly.

Many people didn't even have their clothes on. They just filled up their water bottles and came when they heard the shouting.

Chen Guixia could only say apologetically: "I'm really sorry."

There was nothing more to say and everyone went back carrying their buckets.

Lin Qiu had just breathed a sigh of relief when Zeng Yanni, who ran past him from behind, was still a little sleepy.

"What's wrong? Why is there so much smoke?"

Zeng Yunhua guessed the situation and smiled at the side: "It's okay, it's just smoke."

"what?"

Smoke? Why is there so much smoke?
In the kitchen, Gao Chunling said unhappily, "Look at you, you've attracted the whole village here so early in the morning."

"Accident, accident." Jiang Chuci felt her face getting hot, and a long-lost feeling of embarrassment slowly rose up.

The smoke in the yard had almost dissipated when Jiang Guosheng came in with a medicine cauldron.

"The firewood collected after the rain must be dried before burning. How come you forgot again?"

Now Jiang Chuci's face was not only hot, but her earlobes were also red as if they were about to bleed.

"Fortunately, the things inside are not dirty. Granddaughter, what are you cooking?" Jiang Guosheng said as he put the medicine cauldron on the table, wondering how this thing became so beautiful.

It turns out he didn't wash it clean before.

Jiang Chuci raised her head slightly and said, "Grandpa, these are all medicines."

"How long does it take to cook? Grandpa will do it for you. Go and take a rest."

“In three hours, the fire can be put out.”

After Jiang Chuci told him how to do it, she said she would go find Li Guochang to remove the stitches.

The injury on the head should be treated at the hospital, but he said that if it can be removed, there will be no problem.

The door of Li Guochang's house is open from morning to night and is only closed at night when he goes to bed.

But he never locks the door to prevent him from falling asleep. If there is any problem, people can just go in and call him. Therefore, the items in the house are not valuable and thieves will not bother to steal them.

There was no one in the yard at this time. It had rained yesterday and the herbs had been collected.

Only a slight scent of medicine emanated from the room.

Jiang Chuci stood at the door and knocked twice: "Grandpa Li, are you home?"

"Yes! Wait a moment!"

After a while, Li Guochang came out with the medicine bowl. Seeing that she was still standing outside the door, he called her in: "Drink the medicine first."

Jiang Chuci's face fell, "Do I have to drink it?"

Li Guochang just smiled and looked at her without saying anything, so she had to pinch her nose and drink it in one gulp.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

"Take it and sweeten your mouth."

Jiang Chuci had just put down the bowl when a square candy appeared in front of her.

"Thank you."

After she put the candy in her mouth, Li Guochang took the medicine for removing stitches.

(End of this chapter)