A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

Seeing her silly son so happy, Hu Cuicui unconsciously looked in Song Zhili's direction, as if asking her with her eyes what had happened.

Song Zhili saw that Hu Cuicui and Ji Qingqing both looked puzzled. She glanced at Zhang Shi and Zhao Shi in the courtyard.

Hu Cuicui also noticed Song Zhili looking at them, so she pulled Song Zhili, Song Zidong, and Ji Qingqing back into the house. "Da Ya, quickly tell your mother what happened."

Song Zhili then explained to them the purpose of Manager Xu's visit.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed at Song Zhili with disbelief.

"Mother, you all go ahead with your work. I have something to do, so I'll go out for a bit."

After finishing her sentence, Song Zhili turned and left the house, arriving at the village chief's house. She had heard from Zhang Shi that morning that Song Fang was sick and resting at home.

Song Zhili carried her medicine box to the village chief's house and knocked on the door. After the person inside opened the door for her, she went inside.

Song Feng opened the door. He saw Song Zhili carrying a medicine box and knew that she had come to visit her younger sister. So he led Song Zhili to Song Fang's door.

"Miss Song, you've come to see my younger sister, haven't you? She's resting inside. She just woke up a little while ago. Please go in by yourself."

Song Zhili nodded and gently knocked on the door. Hearing the sounds inside, she pushed the door open and went in, where she saw Song Fang lying on the bed with a flushed face.

When she saw that the person who came in was Song Zhili, she immediately sat up in bed. "Cough cough... Da Ya, why did you come at this time? I'm still sick. Please stay away from me, lest I pass on my illness to you."

As Song Fang spoke, she took a handkerchief and covered her mouth, subconsciously leaning back, afraid that her illness would pass to Song Zhili.

Seeing her like this, Song Zhili couldn't help but find it amusing, so she held up the first-aid kit in front of her and waved it.

"Song Fang, don't forget, I'm a doctor. Hold out your hand, and I'll take your pulse."

Upon hearing this, Song Fang immediately stretched out her arm and presented it to Song Zhili. She had genuinely forgotten that Song Zhili was a doctor.

Song Zhili stepped forward, placed her hand on her pulse, and carefully examined it. Seeing that she only had a cold and fever, and had no other symptoms, she was relieved.

Song Zhili took out silver needles from the medicine box and inserted a few needles into Song Fang's body. After a short while, she removed the silver needles.

"You just have a minor cold, nothing serious. I've already given you acupuncture, and your fever will break tonight. Just rest well at home for the next few days, and be sure not to get exposed to the wind. By the way, you don't need to take the fever reducer the doctor prescribed for now."

Song Fang nodded obediently, her gaze fixed on Song Zhili. After a long while, she finally spoke.

"Da Ya, I really feel that you have changed a lot. You have become so amazing. I wish I could be as amazing as you."

Just as Song Zhili finished putting away her silver needles, she heard Song Fang's words. She turned around and smiled at Song Fang.

"Then you must get better soon. Once you're feeling better, I'll take you with me to earn money, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Song Fang's eyes widened, and she nodded repeatedly, "Okay, then I will definitely rest well and get better quickly so I can earn money with you."

"Alright, then you can rest for now. I have some things to discuss with your grandfather outside."

As she spoke, Song Zhili picked up her medicine box and left Song Fang's house. She went to the courtyard and saw the village chief sitting there smoking a pipe.

Song Zhili walked over to the village chief, sat down opposite him, and then placed the first-aid kit on the table.

"Grandpa Village Chief, there's something I want to tell you. I have a way to help you earn money. I wonder if you'd be interested?"

Upon hearing Song Zhili's words, the village chief put his pipe aside, turned around, looked directly at Song Zhili, and asked excitedly.

"Oh? Da Ya, is what you're saying true?"

The village chief racked his brains but couldn't think of any good way for Song Zhili to earn money. He thought that the way Song Zhili mentioned to earn money was the fish balls she made.

Song Zhili nodded seriously, "Grandpa Village Chief, you know that I bought land and dug a fishpond before. If you trust me, Grandpa Village Chief, you can also find a place to dig a fishpond and raise fish."

"I'll buy the fish you raise for ten coins each."

When the village chief heard that Song Zhili wanted to buy the fish for ten coins each, he was so shocked that he immediately stood up from his chair and looked at Song Zhili in disbelief.

"Da Ya, is what you're saying true?"

“Of course it’s true. If Grandpa Village Chief doesn’t believe me, I can sign an agreement with him.”

Seeing how serious Song Zhili was, the village chief no longer doubted her. As for her suggestion to sign an agreement, the village chief felt it was unnecessary.

"Da Ya, there's no need to sign an agreement. Let me think about this matter and give you an answer tomorrow, okay?"

The village chief's plan was to ask for everyone's opinions when they all returned.

Song Zhili naturally didn't insist and nodded. She could have raised fish in the village on her own, and her family would have earned the money.

However, thinking of her friendship with Song Fang, she decided to help Song Fang's family out. Besides, Song Zhili's ambitions lay elsewhere; she still wanted to open a medicinal cuisine shop.

No matter where she opens her business, she won't be in this village very often, so she doesn't mind bringing them along to earn money.

"Alright, if Grandpa Village Chief has nothing else to do, I'll head back now. If you have a reply tomorrow, you can have Aunt Zhang come and talk to me."

"Oh, okay, okay."

The village chief got up and saw Song Zhili to the door. Then he turned around, went back into the courtyard, sat down, and took a deep drag on his pipe.

After a long time, he remained in the same position. When Song Feng came out and saw him like this, he couldn't help but walk up to him out of curiosity and ask.

"Grandpa, what did Daya say to you? Why do you look so worried?"

Upon hearing Song Feng's voice, the village chief took another deep drag of his cigarette before speaking.

"Xiaofeng, Da Ya just came over and told me that she wants us to dig a fishpond and raise fish, and she will buy all the fish then."

Do you think we should listen to her? How about we dig a fishpond?

Upon hearing the village chief's words, Song Feng fell into deep thought. After a while, he finally looked up at the village chief seriously.

“Grandpa, I think it’s feasible. Da Ya’s family sends fish balls to Jixiang Restaurant every day. They must be buying these fish to make fish balls. Since Da Ya has said she is willing to buy them, why don’t we dig a fish pond together?”

After hearing Song Feng's words, the village chief did not answer him immediately. Instead, he waited until everyone returned in the evening and then recounted the story again.

Later, everyone agreed that they should find a piece of land to dig a fishpond.