"I'll brew a decoction for you tomorrow," said Wang Yao.
"Okay," said Wang Fenghua.
There was no wind at night. It was hot and humid.
A lot of villagers were sitting or standing on the street to cool down, although it was not much cooler outside. There was no wind inside out.
A few villagers said hello to Wang Yao. They knew Wang Yao went to Nanshan hill every night and no longer thought it was a weird thing. They had stopped gossiping about Wang Yao. They talked more about Wang Chengchang.
Wang Yao didn't pay much attention to those gossip. However, he actually wanted to see Wang Chengchang, who got ill because of a haunted house.
After he had gone back to Nanshan hill, he started to prepare for the herbs to brew a decoction for his father the next day. He had brewed a same decoction before. It was not a difficult job.
