Traveling back to ancient times to get rich

After breakfast, sunlight streamed onto the stone path of the mountain village, casting a soft golden glow. The village chief and Ya'er stood side by side, followed by a group of brothers and sisters from the village, all there to bid farewell to Ye Qingchen, Gu Changfeng, and the others who were about to depart for the capital.

Not far away, a large group of refugees who had come to the mountain village for refuge gathered. Filled with awe and gratitude, they watched the departing guests from afar, afraid that their approach might disturb them. Despite their reluctance to part, they maintained a proper distance, silently seeing them off.

Ya'er held Dong Shengniang's hand tightly, tears glistening in her eyes, her voice slightly choked as she said, "Miss, the journey to the capital is long and fraught with difficulties. Please be careful on your journey and take good care of yourself! After we part here today, I don't know when we will meet again. I am truly heartbroken." As she spoke, tears streamed down her delicate cheeks.

Dong Shengniang gently patted Ya'er's hand, tenderly comforting her, "Silly girl, don't be sad. We will surely meet again in the future, believe me. But you must remember my words, never again engage in those dangerous Robin Hood-like businesses. Although the intention was good, it was ultimately too risky. From now on, you must listen to Young Master Ye's advice, do business honestly, and farm diligently. As long as you are willing to work hard, life will definitely get better and better. Also, you must urge the children at home to study hard. Our generation has experienced too many ups and downs, and it is already like this. But the next generation must be allowed to grow up safely and smoothly." Dong Shengniang earnestly instructed, her gaze sweeping over everyone present, her eyes filled with concern and expectation.

After saying this, everyone boarded the carriage. Today, Han Zhi and Zhao Fei were still in charge of driving. They skillfully cracked their whips and shouted commands, and the two fine horses immediately set off, pulling the carriage away like an arrow released from a bow.

The carriage sped along the main road, its wheels rolling and kicking up clouds of dust. Its destination was He Town, the most remote town in Lu City. Inside, Ye Qingchen leaned back on the couch, his eyes slightly closed, taking a short rest during the journey. After all, the journey was long, and there was indeed nothing else to do at the moment. Meanwhile, Dong Yijia was playing with the adorable little Yue'er, their soft, cheerful laughter echoing through the air.

Gu Changfeng and Dong Sheng sat side by side, their figures appearing exceptionally serene in the dappled light. They huddled together, their voices low, as if afraid to disturb Ye Qingchen, engaged in a heated discussion about the mysterious books and rare editions of traditional Chinese medicine.

As the conversation deepened, Gu Changfeng's surprise became increasingly evident. He had originally thought himself quite knowledgeable in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, but he hadn't expected that Dong Nanxi, this seemingly young man, would be so proficient in the knowledge contained in various medical books and classics. Whether it was the profound health preservation principles in the "Huangdi Neijing" or the complex symptoms in the "Shanghan Zabing Lun," Dong Nanxi could quote them effortlessly and speak eloquently.

However, what Gu Changfeng found regrettable was that despite Dong Nanxi's profound medical knowledge, he seemed unable to apply these theories in practice. He probably knew far more than just medical books; he likely had the wisdom of those great literary figures on governing the country memorized. It was as if Dong was holding a peerless sword but didn't know how to wield it to deliver a fatal blow. Whenever the topic of specific application came up, Dong Nanxi would fall into deep thought. Although he could articulate some treatment plans, they always seemed somewhat theoretical.

Looking at the exceptionally intelligent child before him, Gu Changfeng's heart stirred. He seemed to see an unpolished gem, one that, with careful polishing and nurturing, would surely shine brightly in the future. If he could diligently teach him in the days to come, passing on his years of accumulated experience without reservation, coupled with Dong Nanxi's own talent and hard work, given time, this child might truly become a prodigy. No matter what industry he chose, his theoretical knowledge would be sufficient, and he would certainly achieve extraordinary success.

Thinking this, a thought suddenly flashed through Gu Changfeng's mind like lightning: perhaps he really should do as Ye Qingchen had suggested before and teach Dong Nanxi some martial arts. After all, in this treacherous world of martial arts, knowledge alone is far from enough. If one can also possess martial arts skills, not only can one protect oneself, but one might even save lives in critical moments. Moreover, with Dong Nanxi's aptitude, learning martial arts should not be difficult for him. Once he masters superb martial arts, it will undoubtedly be like adding wings to a tiger, and his future development will be limitless.

Gu Changfeng said to Dong Nanxi, "Dong Sheng, put your wrist out here. I'll take your pulse and see if you have the potential to learn martial arts. We have many people under us who know martial arts. If you can learn even a little bit, I don't expect you to become a great martial artist, but just to avoid the excessive suffering of studying in the sweltering heat and freezing cold would be good enough." Dong Nanxi extended his right wrist and placed it on the table. Gu Changfeng extended three fingers and gently placed them on Dong Nanxi's pulse. He closed his eyes and carefully felt the pulse.

After a while, Gu Changfeng opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Dong Sheng, your pulse is steady and strong, which means you have good physical fitness and many top-level martial arts manuals. You have the potential to learn martial arts."

Upon hearing this, Dong Nanxi's face lit up with joy: "Really? Then I can learn martial arts?"

Gu Changfeng nodded: "However, learning martial arts requires hard work and perseverance. Can you do that?"

Dong Nanxi said firmly, "I can do it! I'm not afraid of hardship!"

Gu Changfeng nodded in satisfaction: "Alright! In that case, starting tomorrow, I will teach you martial arts. You must study hard and not be lazy. After we arrive in the capital, I will find someone to teach you martial arts."

If he weren't currently inside the car, Dong Sheng would probably already be kneeling and bowing deeply to Gu Changfeng. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Someone was actually willing to personally teach him the art of martial arts. Although in all these years living in Jincheng, no one had dared to bully him and his widow, perhaps it was because their plight was so tragic and pitiful that it evoked sympathy. However, what young boy in his prime hasn't harbored a dream of becoming a chivalrous hero? Especially for the vibrant 16-year-old Dong Sheng, this dream burned like a raging fire. He genuinely desired to master this skill and, through his own efforts and talent, grow into a highly accomplished and renowned figure, skilled in both literature and martial arts, just like the revered Young Master Ye before him—majestic and radiant!