Save the Bachelor of Heaven

"Jiaxuan, take it," Mr. Leng reminded.

Bai Jiaxuan hesitated for a moment and finally accepted it.

Xiang Nan smiled when he saw this.

When the villagers saw him, they were filled with envy.

"So, this god is still reasonable."

"This god is very fair in his actions."

"As expected of a god, he is generous in his actions."

The villagers talked a lot, and their fear of Xiang Nan was greatly reduced, and they were more in awe.

This is the meaning of Xiang Nanduo giving money to Bai Jiaxuan.

He didn't want his father and son to be ostracized by the people of Bailu Village. He was not interested in the messy things in the village, but he was also unwilling to move to Xi'an, eighty miles away.

Because although Bailu Village is full of things, it is still much peaceful compared to Xi'an City.

If Xiang Nan wants to stay in Bailu Village, he can't make enemies with everyone. The best way to get along is to respect and fear them, and keep them at a distance.

In this way, those bad things can't be found in him, and he can live a stable life.

…

After buying the land, construction of the new house started immediately.

Five and a half centimeters of land, about 360 square meters, is enough to build a large house.

Therefore, for more than a month, this land was quite lively.

A construction team of dozens of people is busy here, and all the houses are built with blue bricks.

Unlike other families who use adobe, or like the Lu Zilin family and Bai Jiaxuan family, the adobe is covered with a layer of green bricks, pretending to be a blue brick house.

Xiang Nan will live in this apartment for at least thirty or forty years, so it will be impossible if it is not built properly.

During the construction of the house, most people in the village came to help.

Helping those who knead the mud, helping those who lay bricks, those who help put beams, those who help cook, those who help buy groceries...

Xiang Nan was generous in giving him white flour steamed buns and mixed dishes, which were far better than what these village party members usually ate, so they were naturally happy to help.

First, I came to ask for a favor from Xiang Nan. This is an immortal descending to the earth, and he may ascend to immortality in the future. If they form a good relationship, they may also become immortals in the future;

Secondly, winter is not busy to begin with. When they are idle at home, they are idle, and they have to eat while they are idle. If I come here to help, I can save two meals a day and eat well.

They can naturally settle this account.

…

While everyone was busy building houses, Xiang Nan was leisurely and did not participate in these things at all.

Because he is now a disciple of an immortal, can a disciple of an immortal get involved in these mundane things? What kind of style can we talk about?

Therefore, he basically practices kung fu every day, or shows off his light kung fu to keep the people in awe of him...

As time went by, people from dozens or even hundreds of miles around gradually came to know that there was an immortal in Bailu Village who was extremely capable.

He can soar into the clouds and ride the mist, he can call the wind and rain, he can predict the future, he can sow the beans into soldiers... In short, his spread is becoming more and more amazing.

However, not many people believe it, and many people question it. After all, hearing is false and seeing is believing. No one believes that there are gods in the world unless they have seen it with their own eyes.

But there were still people who came to Yuan Shang with the idea of ​​​​rather believing that it existed than that it didn't exist, found Xiang Nan, and knelt down with a bang.

"God, please, save my son." A man in his thirties knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Xiang Nan.

There was a child standing in front of him, and his little face was sallow, as if he had been painted with a layer of yellow paint. His eyes were lifeless, and everything he looked at was dull. And he stood there shivering, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Xiang Nan could tell at a glance that he had hepatitis, and it was most likely hepatitis A. This kind of disease is mainly caused by eating unclean things.

In ancient times, this type of disease was very common and had a very high fatality rate.

"Get up, I'm not a god, I haven't cultivated yet." Xiang Nan waved his hand.

"God, I beg you, please save my son." The man still kowtowed.

"That's all." Xiang Nan nodded, "I miss you sincerely, so I will save you."

Then, he wrote a prescription for the man.

Paper, pens, ink, and inkstones were all borrowed from Bai Jiaxuan.

Because Lu San had never been to school, the pole was lying on the ground and he didn't know how to read. Not to mention pen and ink, there is not even paper to wipe your butt at home.

"Take it to Mr. Leng to get the medicine." Xiang Nan said.

The person who came quickly picked up the child and left with a lot of thanks.

…

Mr. Leng looked at the prescription, then the child's illness, and then the words on the prescription. He was shocked.

After grabbing the medicine and sending the man away, he found Mr. Zhu from White Deer Academy with the prescription.

"Mr. Zhu, look at this word~" He handed over the prescription and said.

Mr. Zhu took it and took a look and was also impressed.

Because the prescription is written in an excellent running script, with flying dragons and phoenixes, iron and silver hooks, flying and elegant, and the writing is very powerful. It is really a rare good calligraphy.

"Who wrote this prescription?" Mr. Zhu asked curiously.

"You may not believe it, but it was Hei Wa who wrote it." Mr. Leng explained.

Mr. Zhu was a little surprised after hearing this.

He had never believed that Xiang Nan was a disciple of the gods.

Because Zi does not speak of strange powers and confuses the gods, there are no gods or monsters in this world.

He has traveled all over the country and has seen a lot, and he really has never seen anything like this.

Therefore, he only thought that Xiang Nan was pretending to be a ghost and fooling these people.

But now that he saw this good calligraphy, he couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

Because he knew that Heiwa had never gone to school and could not read at all.

Moreover, even if he could read, he would never be able to write so well.

Because being able to write such a good calligraphy requires at least twenty years of skill.

The key is to copy the copybooks of famous people, so that we can learn from each other's strong points and make a comprehensive integration. It's not done behind closed doors, just a few clicks will do.

Heiwa is a young child, where can he find copybooks of famous people? ! If he hadn't been reincarnated, how could he have learned this good calligraphy? !

It was really weird, and it made him feel like his three views were shaken.

"What's more important is that I read this prescription, and it's really good. The king and his ministers work together, and the ratio is right." Mr. Leng added, "Jaundice is a terminal disease, but this prescription can clear away heat and detoxify, resolve dampness and blood stasis, and soothe the liver." It can relieve heat, promote gallbladder and reduce jaundice, so it may really be able to save this terminal disease."

Mr. Zhu couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw Mr. Leng saying this.

Hepatitis A, also known as jaundice at the time, was indeed a terminal disease. Once acquired, it is rarely curable.

If this prescription can really cure jaundice, that would be really amazing.

Maybe Xiang Nan is really a god descending to earth.

"Regardless of whether he is a god or not, as long as he does not harm the people but helps them, then let him go." Mr. Zhu thought for a moment and said.

He was originally worried that Xiang Nan would confuse people with his evil words, plot evil, and harm the people, so he had always been wary of him.

Mr. Leng nodded after hearing this.