Especially when it comes to treating one's benefactor.
Zizi's mother didn't say anything. After finishing the meal, she took out the last hundred thousand yuan she had borrowed, originally intended to take Zizi to see various doctors, from her bag and placed it in the room at the back of the clinic.
Did not tell Dr. Wen.
It was clear that Zizi really liked Dr. Wen. Zizi's mother found the only inn on the street and settled down.
Since Zizi is awake, she naturally can't continue to stay here.
The mother and daughter left, leaving the clinic somewhat empty.
Wen Ying took out the book left by her grandmother. The pages were somewhat yellowed, and the characters were all on pieces of cloth, then strung together to form a book.
"Record of Spiritual Plants"
Wen Ying opened it with a slight frown; the spiritual plants inside were clearly not ordinary flora.
More akin to the legendary spiritual plants of the cultivation era, but seemingly somewhat more ordinary.
Such an important book, casually placed in a small drawer in the clinic.
This was also found by Zhi Zhi's mom while she was cleaning the clinic. She didn't look at it and gave it to Wen Ying right away.
There is a plant that resembles chives but has blue flowers. It is called Zhu Yu, and eating it prevents hunger.
Wen Ying looked at Zhu Yucao's illustration, feeling a bit dazed for a moment.
This grass looks quite ordinary, with small green flowers that wouldn't stand out even today.
But what made Wen Ying feel dazed was that she seemed to have seen this Zhuyu grass before.
It was that day when I went to the mountaintop to absorb the essence of the sun and moon that I saw it.
Fortunately, Wen Ying had a good memory; otherwise, she would have missed it. Although this grass was ordinary, it was still a spiritual plant. Wen Ying planned to bring the Zhu Yu grass back as soon as possible.
She went out to buy a flowerpot and headed towards the back mountain. There was no one on the road. She dug some relatively moist soil halfway up the mountain and put it in the flowerpot.
After climbing the mountain, Wen Ying found the Zhuyu grass based on her memory. The grass didn't cover much ground and was right next to the spot where she had meditated.
There were only two solitary plants.
Wen Ying looked at Zhu Yu Cao, "Little Zhu Yu, following me will be better than staying here. If you agree, just nod your head."
After Wen Ying finished speaking, she mobilized the spiritual energy within her body, letting a bit of it leak out.
The small blue flower suddenly began to sway.
Wen Ying smiled, knowing that such a thing, even if it had only a hint of sentience, was a priceless treasure in this day and age!
Wen Ying gently transplanted the Zhuyu grass into a flowerpot, then infused it with a bit of spiritual energy.
It was like giving it the first taste of sweetness after paying respects.
The bamboo swayed even more vigorously, like a joyful child, completely immersed in its delight.
Wen Ying looked at Zhu Yucao, feeling a strange sensation in her heart. It seemed that this world was not as simple as she had thought.
It seemed to be hiding some great secret, giving off a sense of an impending storm.
After sitting on the hilltop for an hour, as the sky grew darker, Wen Ying began to descend the mountain, holding the flowerpot.
Along the way, the sounds of insects chirping and birds singing could be heard. The vegetation here seemed to be growing more and more lush, and at this rate, it could gradually cover the entire mountain.
It is indeed a naturally beautiful scenery.
After coming down the mountain and passing by the inn, the landlady told Wen Ying that her guest had already settled in. She assured Wen Ying not to worry, as she would also take care of the meals.
Passing by Uncle Zhang's grocery store, Uncle Zhang looked at Wen Ying, who was holding a flower pot. "Xiao Ying, so late, you're going up the mountain again?"
"Uncle Zhang, do you recognize this flower?"
"I don't know him, but I haven't seen him on this street before. When I went up the mountain earlier, I seemed to have seen something similar. By the way, the old man is very busy downstairs. Do you think I should go and support him?"
Uncle Zhang seemed particularly eager to confide, but this matter was so bizarre that he couldn't talk about it with anyone else.
One could also hope that Wen Ying would want to listen.
Wen Ying smiled and directly pulled up a chair to sit down. "Uncle Zhang, go ahead."
Uncle Zhang felt a bit embarrassed, but his desire to confide was too strong. He had held it in for too long and simply couldn't keep it to himself any longer.
"That's right, with so much money, your aunt and I burned it all that very day. The old man was very happy! He even told me some little secrets, like how to strengthen the body."
"This is great, Uncle Zhang. At your age, you can get some exercise."
Uncle Zhang, suppressing his embarrassment, asked what the method for strengthening the body was.
"Alright, let's not talk about this fitness method for now. Do you know what the old man wants me to do?"
Wen Ying shook her head; she didn't intend to pry either.
"He wants me to burn weapons for him! What are weapons anyway? We make all sorts of things here—tools, cars, houses, clothes, dolls—but who makes weapons? What on earth is the old man doing down there? Isn't all that money enough for him? Why does he need weapons from me? If I had weapons, would I still be running this general store?"
Although Uncle Zhang complained quite a bit, for nearly half an hour, Wen Ying seemed to be able to tell that Uncle Zhang still wanted to burn these things for the old man.
But there were two problems before him: first, where to find these weapons?
The second question is how to get these paper-made weapons to burn down below?
The first problem might be easier to solve, but as for the second one, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't bring himself to ask Wen Ying for help.
After all, when she was handling those paper money for them, they could see Wen Ying's exhaustion.
Isn't this endless pursuit too greedy?
As a person, one must not be insatiably greedy!
You must know when to stop, even when dealing with close friends or relatives.
Wen Ying listened to these words and didn't speak for a moment. What could she say? She wasn't a selfless saint with no desires or needs, unable to help without compensation. Moreover, according to Uncle Zhang, this thing would consume a lot of her spiritual energy.
The loss outweighs the gain.
It is neither a matter of merit nor a matter of the living.
"What does Uncle Zhang plan to do?"
"What else can we do? First, let's see where we can make these things. I'll try to see if we can burn them for the old man."
Wen Ying got up and returned to the clinic. For dinner, she planned to test the effect of the Zhuyu grass. One of the two plants had four small flowers. After washing her hands, Wen Ying tore off a small piece and put it in her mouth.
A cool and refreshing sensation, with a hint of sweetness, can only be experienced by those who stay in a place with pure, unpolluted vegetation.
But unlike them, Wen Ying felt a slight spiritual energy entering her body.
And the slight feeling of hunger that had been there also disappeared.
There was no sense of fullness, just the absence of hunger and the desire to eat.
The spiritual energy provided by Zhu Yucao was not much, but it allowed Wen Ying to find another path.
I just don't know where to find these things
Is it fate or destiny? In any case, it won't be simple. If there really are some ancient monsters in this world, their appearance would likely bring about a great upheaval.
In the evening, Wen Ying didn't eat again and picked up the book left by her grandmother once more.
When he stopped, almost all the lights on the street had gone out.
Looking at the time, it was already eleven-thirty at night, and Wen Ying had a special idea.