Reborn in a virtual world, before the house was taken away

Amidst the surrounding chatter, Wei Xiangcui, hearing the various murmurs, became agitated. She jumped up, stomping her feet and angrily shouting:

"Bullshit! You're the one crying wolf! Your whole family are thieves!"

The people around were just chatting idly, but seeing Wei Xiangcui cursing at everyone she met, she offended a large group of onlookers. Some of them couldn't stand it and started to argue back:

"What's wrong? Are you angry because you're embarrassed? You say you lost a hundred? Who would believe that? Maybe you didn't lose anything at all."

Some people even egged them on:

"Show me the evidence, or I'll say I lost two hundred today!"

A noisy commotion erupted around them, with onlookers eager to laugh at her. Wei Xiangcui's eyes reddened with anger, and she was about to step forward and start a shouting match when she heard the captain roar:

"What are you doing? What are you doing? You have nothing to do. If you keep making noise, I'll deduct your work points."

Upon hearing that their work points would be deducted, the onlookers immediately became quiet, prioritizing watching the show over being chased away.

Then, after discussing with several cadres, the captain said to Old Man He:

"Let me double-check your case regarding the lost money. If you still insist it's gone, then call the police and let them investigate."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Dashan felt a chill. He hadn't thought much about it at first, but after being reminded by the onlookers, he suddenly realized that if someone stole half and kept the other half, and it was exactly one hundred yuan, it was obviously done by a family member. If the police were called, they would immediately expose the crime.

Thinking of this, He Dashan was both angry and ashamed, his face turning a deep purplish-red. He secretly made up his mind that whoever took the money would be severely punished.

The brigade cadres, seeing Old Man He's behavior, knew that he probably realized the problem, so they didn't say much. They waved their hands, said "Call me if you need anything," and left.

Seeing that there was no more excitement to be had, the people around left dejectedly.

After everyone around had left, He Dashan, his face ashen, dragged Wei Xiangcui into the house.

Feng Qingqing was still completely unaware of what had happened at the He family's house. She was waking up from her afternoon nap and getting ready to go up the mountain.

Her purpose in going up the mountain this time was very clear: to make Grandpa Ge's cough syrup. The main herbs needed to make this syrup are mulberry leaves, forsythia, ophiopogon japonicus, apricot kernels, and hyacinth beans. Feng Qingqing was not sure if she could find all of these at once.

She slung her basket over her shoulder, locked the door, and went up the mountain, familiar with the route.

Without much delay along the way, Feng Qingqing arrived at the foot of the mountain about ten minutes later.

For some reason, she had a feeling of being watched all day. Since drinking water from the spatial well regularly, Feng Qingqing's senses had become much more acute, and she pondered this as she walked up the mountain.

Feng Qingqing figured that the people being watched were probably just those few from the educated youth compound. She snorted coldly, realizing that something was about to happen, and became more vigilant.

Ten minutes later, Feng Qingqing arrived at the area where she had picked herbs a few days ago. She first picked out a few herbs that she could use recently, and then looked for herbs to make cough medicine.

Feng Qingqing searched carefully but only found two: Forsythia and Ophiopogon japonicus. It seemed she would have to come back and search for the other essential ingredients in other places the next day.

In the nearby production brigades, there were very few barefoot doctors or medics like Dr. Wang who knew how to prepare traditional Chinese medicine. In addition, most of the villagers in the area did not understand the pharmacology of traditional Chinese medicine, let alone herbs. This resulted in a particularly large number of herbs growing on the nearby mountains.

Along the way, Feng Qingqing also picked some medicinal herbs to prepare for colds, fevers, dysentery, etc. The clinic still has too few Western medicines, and she has been working hard to enrich the variety of medicines so that the members can receive more and more affordable treatment.

As the sun began to set, Feng Qingqing glanced at the sky and realized it was getting late. She got up, dusted herself off, put some herbs and a small hoe in her basket, and prepared to head down the mountain.

Feng Qingqing picked a lot of medicinal herbs today, most of which were stored in her spatial storage room, while a small portion was placed in the basket on her back to avoid attracting attention.

When Feng Qingqing arrived at the foot of the mountain after a long and hurried journey, she could see wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys of each household as they prepared their evening meals, and groups of people returning home from work.

When people saw that it was Feng Qingqing returning from the mountain, they greeted her warmly, and some even asked where she had been. Feng Qingqing could only give simple replies to each of them.

Just then, a tall, burly man strode quickly towards them from a distance. As he drew closer, it became clear that he was none other than Ge Wentang, the son of Grandpa Ge. He had heard someone talking to Feng Qingqing from afar, and he rushed over, greeting her warmly.

"Dr. Feng went to collect herbs, did it go smoothly?"

What he really wanted to say was whether the herbal medicine collection for his father's cough was going smoothly. He was an impatient person and didn't want to wait even a day, but he also knew that some things couldn't be rushed, so he could only offer this silent reminder.

Feng Qingqing smiled slightly, understanding his meaning, but this was truly beyond her control, so she could only regretfully say:

"No, there are still a few herbs we haven't found yet. We'll have to go up the mountain again tomorrow morning to look for them. Maybe I'll get lucky and find them right away. Don't be too anxious."

She still offered an explanation and some comfort. She could tell that this man was very filial to his father. Feng Qingqing liked this kind of person, was willing to get to know him, and didn't hesitate to explain.

They chatted all the way back to the clinic, and by the time she returned, it was already quite late.

When she got to the door, she found that Hu Fangming was already waiting for her. She had gone to the commune today and wouldn't be back in time for lunch, so he told her to eat whatever she wanted for lunch and that he would cook something nice for dinner.

Feng Qingqing had offered to give Hu Fangming a key to the clinic, but she refused, saying that she wasn't home and what would she do inside? Feng Qingqing had no choice but to let her have it. This shows that the young woman is very sensible and knows how to behave properly. Although the two hadn't been working together for very long, they had never had any disagreements.

Feng Qingqing quickly took out the key and opened the door. Hu Fangming took Feng Qingqing's basket while talking to her.

After entering, Feng Qingqing laid the herbs out to dry in the open space in the yard, while Hu Fangming started boiling water and cooking. The two of them did not have a clear division of labor for cooking; whoever was free would do it.

Since they had brought back some vegetables from the state-run restaurant at noon, the two decided to reheat the vegetables in the pot, add some cabbage and vermicelli, and steam a few buns. The meal would then be ready.

The two ate their meal with great satisfaction; they hadn't had such delicious food in a long time. After finishing, they packed up their things together, and Hu Fangming returned to the educated youth center before it got completely dark.

After Hu Fangming left, Feng Qingqing took all the herbs she had picked on the mountain that day out of her spatial storage and sorted them by category. Just then, a commotion suddenly came from outside. Feng Qingqing was about to go out to see what was happening when she saw the clinic door being pounded on forcefully, accompanied by shouts:

"Dr. Feng, is Dr. Feng home?"