Twenty-nine lesions—somewhat worrisome.

The entire family gave the basin of water a unanimous five-star review.

Meng Yun did not say much more; as long as it could improve her family's physical health, that was enough.

Over the next few days, the Zhou family's side remained very quiet and did not come over to cause trouble.

Meng Yun and Jin Yanchuan went up the mountain every day as usual. They taught Zhou Yaru and Jin Shan how to process and dry the herbs they foraged, and the two brothers studied along with them.

"Hunting game and gathering firewood can only earn a few hundred copper coins, but Big Sister-in-law sells herbs once and makes seven taels. And that time she only foraged for a single day! She's been foraging for seven or eight days this time—let me think, how much will that sell for?" The two brothers studied very diligently.

To say who gained the most, it was Meng Yun herself, who could now manipulate plants within a twenty-meter radius. She wanted to claim this jade mine as her own, so she needed to go to crowded places, heal the sick, and save lives to harvest more merit points.

Meanwhile, groans and laments filled the Zhou family's old residence. Zhou Shiren had a crippled leg and had been sent back by the gambling house. Old Madam Zhou had her second and third sons push her eldest son to town to seek medical help, but every medical clinic declared him beyond saving—the bones in his leg were crushed into powder.

Sixth Master Lai had been very thorough in his work; Zhou Shiren's leg was of the kind that not even an immortal descending from the heavens could reconnect. However, it was well within the capability of Meng Yun's abilities, though unfortunately, Meng Yun had no intention of treating him.

With Zhou Shiren seeking medical attention, the fact that he had gone to gamble and borrowed fifty taels spread throughout the entire village, and everyone cursed him, saying he deserved it.

Over at Meng Yougen's house in Mengjiacun Village, several major events had also taken place.

Three days after Feng Cailian was buried, Meng Yougen slept with Jiang Yuqing. This infuriated Lady Bao to no end. Meng Yougen even dropped the line, "A mother's debts must be repaid by her daughter"—what utter nonsense.

Jiang Yuqing's biological father had died shortly after Feng Cailian remarried, and now that her mother was dead as well, she had nowhere left to go. Following Meng Yougen was still better than being with that cold-hearted butcher. Moreover, she had overheard Lady Bao plotting to sell her to a brothel, so after much deliberation, attaching herself to Meng Yougen seemed like the best destination.

These sordid little affairs of the Meng family became the hottest gossip in Mengjiacun Village.

The eldest son and eldest granddaughter of the Meng family's eldest branch had become engaged to someone from Lady Bao's maiden village, and the villagers had nothing better to do than discuss what kind of family the other party was.

Meng Yun paid no attention to any of this. Tomorrow was market day, so she approached her parents to discuss a matter: "Father, is an ox-cart more expensive, or a donkey-cart?"

"Does Yun'er want to buy an ox-cart?" Jin Shan felt that his legs had become much more comfortable over the past few days. They no longer ached severely after walking just a few steps, and when he touched his calves at night, they felt as hard as wooden stumps. Ever since he began drinking the water his daughter-in-law gave everyone every night, that condition in his legs never happened again.

"In the future, we will definitely have to go into town frequently to buy and sell medicine. If we ride in donkey carts with everyone else, people will say all sorts of things, and hiring a carriage exclusively is expensive, plus it delays Uncle Changhe in making money and incurs personal favors. It would be different if we had our own; whatever we want to do will be convenient," Meng Yun explained her perspective.

"What Yun'er says makes sense. Then tomorrow on market day, we will go to the livestock market and take a look. An ox-cart costs anywhere from five to eight taels, while a donkey-cart is about four or five taels more expensive," Jin Shan said.

"Father, let's get an ox-cart. You usually need it for clearing wasteland. With your bad leg, having an ox help plow the fields will save you some effort," Meng Yun said.

"Alright, alright, we'll listen to Yun'er in everything," a rare smile appeared on Jin Shan's face.

The next day, the whole family headed into town. All the valuable items at home were safely stored in Meng Yun's spatial dimension; besides, if anyone dared to sneak into their house, Meng Yun would dare to cripple them upon her return.

The entire family changed into the new clothes Qiao'er had made. Everyone in the family was good-looking, and even with his ruined face, Jin Shan's back was tall, straight, and imposing—one could imagine that his original appearance must have been quite fine as well.

Zhou Changhe's donkey-cart could seat ten people, and the Jin family alone took up seven of the spots, while two other people were already in the cart.

Seeing the entire Jin family arrive, the others greeted them warmly, especially since they had all recently partaken in a free meal of slaughtered-pig feast courtesy of the family.

"Brother Shan, the whole family is heading into town!" Zhou Changhe walked over and took their back baskets.

"Yun'er foraged some medicine, so we're going to sell it for a couple of copper coins to buy some grain," Jin Shan said with a smile. Because outsiders were present, Jin Shan did not tell the truth, and Zhou Changhe understood, asking no further questions.

At that moment, another person arrived, and the donkey-cart set off. If they hurried back later, they could manage another trip.

Jin Yanchuan leaned against Meng Yun, looking somewhat drowsy.

"A-Chuan, do you feel unwell?" This was the first time Meng Yun had seen Jin Yanchuan looking so listless.

"Wife, my head hurts a little. There are lots of little figures swaying back and forth, making me dizzy," Jin Yanchuan said pitifully.

Filled with worry, Meng Yun took Jin Yanchuan's wrist and used her spiritual energy to check his condition. She had originally intended to wait a few days of cultivation before treating her family, but she hadn't expected A-Chuan to feel unwell first.

After conducting the scan, Meng Yun broke out in a sweat from exhaustion, but she had located the source of the illness: there was a blood clot the size of a duck egg in A-Chuan's brain pressing against his nerves.

A-Chuan had been drinking the spiritual dew these past few days, and his body was absorbing the blood clot. The little figures he spoke of were probably fragments of his memories returning.

"Can you hold on?" Meng Yun felt a deep pang of heartache.

This little fool loved her with all his heart, always saving the best things for her first. He was both sensible and heartwarming, and especially during the day when the two of them were inseparable, and at night when they played clinging games. Meng Yun's feelings for Jin Yanchuan were also genuine; she did not want anything to happen to him.

"Mhm, I can. Don't worry," Jin Yanchuan closed his eyes.

"What's wrong with A-Chuan?" Zhou Yaru noticed that her son was feeling unwell.

"It's nothing, Mother. He probably didn't sleep well last night," Meng Yun explained.

Zhou Yaru misunderstood. Knowing that her son understood marital matters, she assumed the two of them had stayed up late romping the night before.

"Oh, then come back early today," Zhou Yaru pressed no further.

An hour later, Wanqing Town arrived.

Everyone went about their own business, and Zhou Changhe turned back to make another run.

The family headed straight for Huichuntang Pharmacy. Because it was market day, the streets were packed with people, and the clinic was quite lively as well. The moment Jin Shan's family appeared, they immediately formed a striking sight.

Jin Shan instinctively lowered his head.

Meng Yun could sense the distress her father-in-law felt because of his disfigured face. However, she was unsure whether her spiritual energy could sustain a full healing session right now.

"Little Brother, is Physician Wen in?" Meng Yun squeezed her way inside, where the shop assistant was busy filling prescriptions.

"He is. Please wait a moment." During the last market day, he had been chatting with Physician Wen, wondering if that young lady would come again.

Huichuntang had three physicians on duty today. Ever since Physician Wen learned Meng Yun's Heimlich maneuver last time, three days later, he had saved an old woman who was choking on a glutinous rice ball.

With that, Huichuntang's reputation soared, and many of Tongrentang's regular old patrons switched their allegiance to Huichuntang.

Wanqing Town had many wealthy merchants, squires, and well-to-do individuals. Their households generally kept private estate physicians, and they would also invite renowned doctors from famous town clinics to periodically take the pulses of their family members. Tongrentang had practically monopolized a third of the wealthy clientele in Wanqing Town.

Now that Physician Wen of Huichuntang had displayed such a skill, the household of the old woman who had choked, along with eight or nine other wealthy estates, had sent stewards to establish contact so that Huichuntang's physicians would handle their pulse-takings from then on.

This was by no means a small source of income.