CHAPTER 315: CHAPTER 136: IN A FLASH, TEN YEARS, LINGSHAN IMMORTAL_2

"Alright." Upon hearing that the village chief was inviting him for a meal, Zhang Feng decided to go.

He had just finished connecting the veins and was resonating, feeling the need to eat a big meal.

...

An hour and a half later.

The village chief was dumbfounded, holding a wine glass, looking at the empty dishes on the table, then at Zhang Feng, whose appetite seemed insatiable,

"Zhang family’s eldest, how long has it been since you ate? Were you waiting just for this meal from me? Trying to eat my family into poverty?"

"No need to mention that between us." Zhang Feng didn’t explain but simply said, "Brother Zhao, how much money do you have at home? I want to buy some medicinal herb seeds, to try growing something different."

"Medicinal herbs?" The village chief put down the wine glass and looked at Zhang Feng carefully, "It’s not that I don’t want to lend you money, it’s just... do you really know about this?"

"Speaking of whether I know or not, I’ve got an idea." Zhang Feng suddenly thought, "You see, Sister Literate is knowledgeable, right?"

"Yeah." The village chief nodded, then suddenly said, "Do you have a thing for Sister Literate?"

After the village chief said this, the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Zhang Feng paused for several seconds before he remembered what he was going to say, ignored the village chief’s comment, and continued:

"I’ve recently learned about medicinal herb cultivation, planning to teach her so she can lead our village in growing herbs.

Of course, I’ll start planting myself first, and if you all see success, you can follow suit.

But this also needs to be discussed with Sister Literate; she may not necessarily help me."

Despite saying she might not help, Zhang Feng felt that Pingping likely would, just based on her words ’to improve the villagers’ lives.’

If she wasn’t just talking, then when she sees that growing medicinal herbs can earn money and wants to lead the whole village selflessly,

everything will fall into place naturally.

In the future, the whole village would help grow herbs, and he’d have more time to travel across the nine provinces.

After all, having just arrived in this world, he had to lay a foundation before anything else.

...

That evening.

Zhang Feng also found Pingping and discussed his idea about medicinal herbs.

"Sure!" Pingping agreed right away after hearing it, "I know several medicinal herb merchants in town who can lend us some seeds."

"You know them?" Zhang Feng was surprised that a young lady like her knew some business people.

"That’s right." Pingping sat in the moonlight, sharing some stories with Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng also sat down, taking a careful look at her this time, noticing a faint medicinal scent from her.

As she spoke with a hint of nostalgia.

Zhang Feng came to know that Pingping came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine.

This should be some kind of compensatory mechanism of the text.

If he hadn’t practiced martial arts diligently from the start or specialized in something, he could catch up within these fifty years.

Similarly, upon seeing the diligent and honest Brother Zhang wanting to improve life, Pingping also wanted to use her knowledge to help and influence more villagers.

Her medical skills and theories were already at a minor achievement level, considered top-notch in this town.

However, the villagers were all into farming.

She didn’t know how to persuade everyone to plant medicinal herbs.

But Zhang Feng came to her proactively, making her very happy.

She was also ready to showcase her skills, letting others know she wasn’t a frail girl.

Just in the following time.

As Zhang Feng went with her to the town, bought seeds, and came back to plant them after harvesting wheat.

Pingping felt she didn’t need to teach anymore.

Because Zhang Feng’s level of ’herb planting’ was expert-level.

Even with her knowledge, she couldn’t comprehend it from afar.

But she had a vague sense that Brother Zhang’s herb planting skills far surpassed hers.

This gave her a sense of admiration, making her feel that Brother Zhang was amazing.

...

Unconsciously, autumn passed and summer came.

In the summer and autumn of the following year, several batches of medicinal herbs yielded a great harvest.

"Brother Zhang, you’re incredible!"

In the fields.

Pingping had now tanned and was skillfully harvesting herbs.

Zhang Feng was also picking herbs, thinking about his training, resonating, not wanting to speak.

"Can it really make money?"

"Does Zhang family’s eldest really know how?"

Outside the fields, many villagers gathered, their hearts a little moved.

"Zhang family’s eldest, can you lead our family too?"

...

The seventh year.

The village where Zhang Feng resided had turned into a medicinal herb cultivation base.

Once everything fell into regular operation, with foundations established.

At the age of thirty-seven, Zhang Feng bid farewell to the tanned Pingping and many fellow villagers, embarking on his first out-of-province journey.

...

"Brother Zhang, will you come back?"

On the tractor heading out of the village.

He was accompanied by ’a freeloader.’

She wasn’t very tanned, but seven years later, like Pingping, was no longer in her youthful years.

"I will come back." Zhang Feng leaned against the haystack on the tractor, glanced at her, "Will you come back after returning to the city?"

The freeloader wrapped in a dusty scarf remained silent.

...

Parting with the freeloader at the city edge.

With this departure.

Zhang Feng got hooked.

During his walking travels, he would hike every mountain, traverse every water he encountered.

The feeling was akin to a carefree immortal in novels.

Not minding day or night.

When tired, he’d rest in the forest, or find a cave, chase out the wild animals inside, and then settle in.

It’s now under new ownership.

If not tired, he’d keep walking, sometimes chasing wolf packs or teasing grumpy wild boars.

Occasionally, he’d visit nearby towns, buy a new set of clothes, then watch them gradually wear down over his travels, showing the marks of time.

Zhang Feng took three years, only circling the borders of one province, yet his state of mind became increasingly harmonious.

His martial skills hadn’t deteriorated in the slightest.