The radix of the Isatis tinctoria in the valley grew lush and green, thriving in abundance.
Li Qingfeng was overjoyed seeing the mature radix.
He casually picked up a chopping knife and dug up a radix of Isatis tinctoria, marveling at its well-developed root system, each appearing to be about five to six years old.
This valley alone must have harbored hundreds of Isatis tinctoria plants.
"What if I dug them all up and sold them?"
"I'm rich! I'm rich!"
Li Qingfeng was so excited he could barely contain himself.
His heart raced with excitement, and his breathing grew more rapid.
He quickly grabbed his back basket and began digging up the Isatis tinctoria, leaving only the roots and discarding the rest into the grass.
After digging up over a hundred plants, he suddenly had a thought.
If he sold all these Isatis tinctoria now, their age wouldn't be as valuable!
Rarity breeds value.
Li Qingfeng understood this principle.
He put down his chopping knife and carried the roots of the Isatis tinctoria to the stream.
He washed the roots, and plump, tender roots appeared in his hands.
Looking at the Isatis tinctoria, he quickly descended the mountain.
The climb up had felt tiring, but carrying so many Isatis tinctoria roots down, Li Qingfeng felt not tired, but lighter and more agile.
Perhaps this was the joy of harvest, which had completely offset his fatigue.
In a short while, Li Qingfeng was back outside the clinic at the entrance of the village.
"Qingfeng, you're finally back. Slow down, don't rush!"
Seeing Li Qingfeng running back, Pan Xiaolian said happily.
"Aunt Pan, I went to Tiandang Mountain today and discovered a valley full of Isatis tinctoria, and their age is incredibly high. We're going to be rich!"
Seeing Aunt Pan approach, Li Qingfeng exclaimed excitedly.
Hearing Li Qingfeng's words, Pan Xiaolian was first taken aback, then looked at the back basket behind him.
Seeing the layer of water grass on top, she looked at Li Qingfeng with a hint of confusion.
"What is this?"
"Uh, Aunt Pan, I forgot to throw this out!"
Li Qingfeng awkwardly patted his forehead, then put down the back basket. Under Pan Xiaolian's gaze, he removed the layer of water grass.
As the covering was removed, the tender, watery Isatis tinctoria roots were revealed.
"Aunt Pan, I wasn't lying to you, was I! Look at this Isatis tinctoria, they're all old."
Li Qingfeng casually took out a radix of Isatis tinctoria from the back basket and placed it in Pan Xiaolian's hand.
Pan Xiaolian was quite knowledgeable about identifying medicinal herbs. Looking at the length of these roots, she could estimate their approximate age.
"This radix of Isatis tinctoria must be seven years old!"
Then she looked into the back basket; none of the Isatis tinctoria inside were less than five years old.
"Heavens! The heavens have truly opened their eyes!"
Pan Xiaolian exclaimed in shock, her face filled with astonishment.
If these Isatis tinctoria weren't already placed before her, she would never have believed it.
"Aunt Pan, I'll go to the Chinese medicine pavilion in town tomorrow to sell some of this Isatis tinctoria!"
Hearing him, Pan Xiaolian nodded.
Suddenly, she remembered something and quickly said, "Qingfeng, Xianglin Sao just came by."
It turned out Zheng Zhi had returned and, having heard about them saving his wife, wanted to invite them for dinner. Since Li Qingfeng wasn't there, he said he would come again in the evening to invite them.
"He'll probably be here soon!"
"Then I'll dry the Isatis tinctoria on the roof first!"
Hearing Pan Xiaolian, Li Qingfeng hurried to the second floor of the clinic and climbed onto the balcony to spread the Isatis tinctoria out to dry.
Indeed, as soon as he finished, Zheng Yingxue arrived outside the clinic.
Looking at the fresh and radiant Zheng Yingxue now, she showed no trace of the weakness she had when poisoned.
She was full of the youthful vitality of her age, and her delicate features added to her beauty.
"Brother Feng!"
"My parents asked me to invite you and Sister Pan to our house for dinner!"
Upon seeing Li Qingfeng, a certain inexplicable color appeared in her eyes.
She harbored different feelings for Li Qingfeng.
Li Qingfeng was the only university student in Mopan Gou Village, and having been admitted to Tsinghua University, he was once Zheng Yingxue's idol.
Alas, due to an unfortunate incident, such a bright star had become mentally incapacitated.
However, now that Li Qingfeng had recovered and was her savior, she felt this might be an opportunity given by heaven.
"I must seize this chance well!"
Zheng Yingxue was now in her third year of high school, just turning eighteen.
Now an adult, she could pursue her own love.
And Li Qingfeng was the prince charming of her dreams.
"Yingxue? Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Seeing Zheng Yingxue standing there blankly, occasionally showing a look of adoration, Li Qingfeng asked, quite puzzled.
"Ah... Ah!"
Hearing Li Qingfeng's question, Zheng Yingxue was first startled, then her face turned crimson as she responded.
Perhaps due to her longing, Zheng Yingxue's small face was flushed red, filled with shyness and admiration.
"Brother Feng, do you and Sister Pan have any plans for tonight?"
"No, no!"
"Then come with me!"
Hearing her words, Li Qingfeng turned his gaze to Aunt Pan beside him.
Pan Xiaolian smiled and nodded, saying, "Since you've invited us, we'll impose on you then! I'll lock up the door!"
Pan Xiaolian took a large padlock from the yard and secured the main door of the clinic, then followed the two towards the Zheng family's house at the west end of the village.
On the way, Zheng Yingxue constantly asked Li Qingfeng questions, which he answered one by one.
He recounted a few particularly interesting short stories, which made the young girl giggle with laughter.
Behind them, Aunt Pan watched everything with a fond smile, occasionally chuckling at Li Qingfeng's stories.
Soon, they arrived outside the Zheng family's home at the west end of the village.
Xianglin Sao was already waiting at the door. Seeing Li Qingfeng and Pan Xiaolian approach, she quickly called into the courtyard, "Husband, Qingfeng and Doctor Pan are here!"
As soon as she finished speaking, a dark-skinned man with a limp walked out, leaning on a crutch.
The moment Li Qingfeng saw him, he recognized him.
This was Zheng Yingxue's father, Xianglin Sao's husband, Zheng Quezi, Zheng Zhi.
He heard that Zheng Zhi was currently working as a security guard at a medicinal herb processing plant in town, and this might be useful in the future.
After all, with the Shennong Hundred Herbs Scripture, he would have countless medicinal herbs, and a herb processing plant would be very beneficial to him.