Leisurely mountain village

“Okay, I’ll go back and talk to them. It’s not good for them to stay away from home all the time. Tangyuan will be starting school soon.” The second uncle’s eyes lit up. Working with this nephew, they wouldn’t be dissatisfied even if the vegetables were 10 yuan a pound, let alone 30 yuan a pound.

The family has about ten acres of land that they reclaimed from wasteland. With my nephew's help, we can support our family for a year. Isn't that better than working away from home?

"Next year, with more vegetables, we'll definitely set up an agricultural products company. We'll pay taxes accordingly, so we don't get reported by others, haha," Ye Huan joked. He didn't dare to completely trust the villagers anymore.

Uncle Er and Ye Huan's father shook their heads speechlessly. They had witnessed the changes in the village over the years.

"Then the seeds you gave them before, I saw many people actually went to the mountains to fetch spring water to irrigate them," Aunt Er asked.

"Second Aunt, it is indeed better than ordinary vegetables, but don't take rich people for fools. You'll find out later." Ye Huan didn't say much more. Can ordinary spring water grow good vegetables? Of course it can.

Otherwise, how do you think the grains and vegetables from those special regions became tribute items?

But this thing is all about comparison, especially with the rich. Are any of them fools? Can a fool hold onto a fortune?

"As long as they're willing to sell, vegetable vendors will definitely come and buy them. Three to five yuan shouldn't be a problem, after all, spring water is a selling point, and they're considered organic vegetables," Ye Huan added. "Any higher price is probably unlikely, especially since vegetable vendors are only after profit."

Ye Huan's second uncle and aunt, and even his parents, nodded in agreement. They had been growing vegetables all their lives and had never heard of vegetables selling for 30 yuan a pound. That's why they reacted that way when their son told them about it.

Pork sells for 30 yuan a pound, and they have to consider whether to eat it or not, let alone vegetables? After returning, they found that everything was true and they were filled with great enthusiasm. They never complained about being tired every day, just thinking that they should work harder, not knowing when they would be brought back to reality.

As everyone drank and chatted, they were all close relatives, so there was nothing to be ashamed of, and they started talking about Eighth Master's family.

“When Xiaojie separated from the family before, Uncle Ba didn’t give her much land. Uncle, could you talk to Daming this time and ask him to give Xiaojie some of their land?” Ye Huan’s mother said.

The old man thought for a moment and nodded. "It's only right. Actually, it should have been given when the family divided, but you all know what your eighth aunt is like. Sigh, Daming is also a coward, always trying to smooth things over."

Bai Jie remained silent. She had endured enough hardship over the past few years, which she could not share with outsiders. She had survived it all, supporting herself and Jingjing with just that half-acre of land.

"Grandpa, let the village chief give the piece of land next to Eighth Uncle's house to my sister-in-law. It will be easier for her to manage it in the future," Ye Huan said.

"Okay." Grandpa nodded. Although the land wasn't big, only about two acres, if it was well tended and followed by his grandson, it would be enough for the mother and daughter to live on for a lifetime.

"Uncle, are you home?" someone suddenly called out from outside the yard.

Ye Huan got up, walked out of the gate, and came to the courtyard entrance. "Uncle Jiu, what's wrong?" He was the ninth cousin in his father's generation. Ye Huan called him Uncle Jiu, and he was a relative of their family within five degrees of kinship.

"Huanzi, is your grandpa over here?" Uncle Jiu walked in anxiously and then saw the old man.

He knelt down with a "plop".

"What happened?" The old man quickly helped him up.

"Uncle, go check on Xiao Huo. I don't know what's wrong. He fell asleep as soon as he came back this afternoon, and now he has a fever of 39.5 degrees Celsius. He's been talking nonsense, and I don't know what he's saying."

"Come on, let's go take a look. Xiao Huan, go get my medicine box. I'll go check on things first." The old man didn't waste any time, simply putting on a sweater and urging Lao Jiu to hurry up and leave.

The second son, Ye Huan's second uncle, and his father also went to see what was going on. Ye Huan's father was the sixth son, the village chief Ye Daming was the seventh, Bai Jie's deceased father-in-law, and the son of the eighth master was the fourth.

Ye Huan picked up her grandfather's medicine box, told her mother and the others to take the medicine first, and then rushed after her grandfather and the others to Uncle Jiu's house.

Old Ninth Uncle Ye Daquan lived in the center of the village near the entrance. Ye Huan caught up with his grandfather and father outside the courtyard, and then they went into Uncle Ninth's house together.

Ye Huan's grandfather, Ye Wuji, was a doctor who combined medicine and martial arts. In his early years, he was also a barefoot doctor in the village and had amazing acupuncture skills. Once, a famous Chinese medicine doctor from the provincial capital wanted to become his apprentice, but Ye Huan's grandfather refused.

He reiterated that these things were passed down to him by Ye Huan's great-grandfather, and that he would pass them on to Ye Huan in the future.

Ye Huan had studied acupuncture since childhood, including herbal formulas and identifying medicinal herbs. However, due to his studies, he did not pursue further education, so his skill level only reached the point of barely becoming a qualified practitioner.

As soon as Grandpa Ye Huan entered the house, he saw the child lying on the bamboo bed in the main room. Ye Daquan went out to work in his early years and got married late. Now he is almost 50 years old and his son is only 13 years old. His wife is a woman he met on a construction site. She was widowed. Ye Daquan gave all 50,000 yuan he earned from working to her family before he could marry this woman who was six or seven years younger than him.

Having a child late in life, Xiao Huo was a fearless kid from a young age. However, after being beaten twice by Ye Huan who came home for the Chinese New Year, he became afraid of Ye Huan.

Ye Wuju reached out and placed his hand on Xiao Huo's wrist, then rolled his eyes, looked at his tongue, and reached out.

Ye Huan had always cooperated with her grandfather since she was a child. She handed him a sterilized silver needle, and her grandfather picked out a particularly long one. He then placed the needle into Xiao Huo's Yongquan acupoint on the sole of her foot.

"Xiao Huan, cool him down," Grandpa said to Ye Huan. Ye Huan had been his assistant and apprentice since childhood, and the villagers were used to it.

Back when Ye Huan hadn't gone to boarding school for high school, the villagers would have Ye Huan handle their minor ailments without bothering the old man.

Ye Huan put down the medicine box, took off Xiao Huo's pants and clothes, and then wiped him down with alcohol. She was covered in sweat from the effort, but Xiao Huo's temperature finally came down.

Grandpa Ye Wuju also inserted a total of thirteen silver needles into Xiao Huo. He gently twisted the ends of the needles with his fingers, and his true energy flowed out of his body. He stopped when he had twisted all of them and each silver needle was buzzing and swaying without wind.

"Where did he go this afternoon? Do you know?" The old man's face was very serious. In a short while, many relatives came into the house, and the village chief also arrived.

"Uncle, how is it?" he asked Ye Huan's grandfather.

"He was frightened. I don't know why. If you had called me any later, you would have been ready to get things done." Grandpa Ye Huan glared fiercely at Old Ninth Ye Daquan.