Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

"Sister-in-law, there is shade of trees over there. You go over there and rest for a while. I will go inside to see the situation."

Jiang Xiaochuan pointed to a forest in the distance and said.

"Xiaochuan, don't worry, I'll get you some water when I go home."

Liu Xianglan heard that Jiang Xiaochuan intended to leave her, and she took the initiative to go home.

Liu Xianglan always felt something was different about Jiang Xiaochuan these days. Just like now, she always felt that Jiang Xiaochuan had a way to save these cucumbers.

But she is a smart woman, and as long as Jiang Xiaochuan doesn't say anything, she will not take the initiative to ask.

As long as the man you like is getting better and better, that's better than anything else.

After watching Liu Xianglan leave, Jiang Xiaochuan got into the gap between several melon seedlings and sat cross-legged. He closed his eyes and concentrated on starting to operate according to the method in "The Art of Spring Festival".

After a while, he felt wisps of spiritual energy condensing from all directions, all hovering above his head.

At this time, Jiang Xiaochuan's body was trembling, and he reluctantly guided this majestic spiritual energy to slowly flow into his own melons.

Soon, the wilted melon vines slowly regained their vitality, the gray leaves began to branch out, and even the cucumbers hanging on the vines gradually returned to crisp green.

The sight in front of him made Jiang Xiaochuan very happy. He no longer suppressed the spiritual energy and introduced it into the melon vine. He formed seals with his hands. For a moment, the majestic spiritual energy poured down and condensed in Jiang Xiaochuan's palms.

He shouted loudly and put his hands on the ground.

The spiritual energy that was compressed to the extreme seemed to have found an outlet, and it rushed into the ground with such force that it made all the leaves in the melon field rustle.

After a while, the withered cucumber seedlings and leaves all turned into dark green, and the root system was more developed than before.

The wilted cucumber seemed to have revealed its true appearance at this moment. It was huge and glowing with oily green.

Jiang Xiaochuan didn't expect the effect to be so good. He wanted to stand up and take a closer look, but found that his whole body was extremely sore.

Only then did he realize that the amount of energy he had just spent was even worse than Li Erhe's six times a night.

After a while, Liu Xianglan came to the cucumber field with a kettle in hand. Looking at the scene in front of her, she stayed there in disbelief. She slipped her hand and made a "thud" sound, and the kettle hit the ground directly.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Xiaochuan reluctantly got up from the ground, picked a cucumber and punched it in front of Liu Xianglan; "Sister-in-law, try it."

Facing the huge cucumber that was about to hit her face, Liu Xianglan blushed and did not dare to eat. Suddenly she seemed to have thought of something and said, "Pesticides have been sprinkled on it, so you can't eat it directly."

"It's okay, sister-in-law."

Just now, Jiang Xiaochuan had used his clairvoyant eyes to look at the cucumbers when he was picking them. Now, not only the cucumbers, but also the cucumber leaves did not have any pesticide residues. This must be the unique feature of "The Art of Spring Festival".

Seeing that Liu Xianglan didn't dare to eat it, Jiang Xiaochuan took a big bite without hesitation. A refreshing fragrance suddenly spread in his mouth. It was crispy, sweet and refreshing.

Seeing Jiang Xiaochuan's expression of enjoyment, Liu Xianglan was curious, took it over and took a big bite.

As soon as I chewed it, my eyes widened in shock. The unique fragrance of cucumber was even more delicious than fruit.

Then Liu Xianglan couldn't help but take a few more bites, her mouth full.

Jiang Xiaochuan looked at Liu Xianglan's intoxicated expression but felt very uneasy. After all, not only did he save the cucumber, but it also became so delicious.

If Liu Xianglan asked, it would be hard to explain, but until she was almost at the door of her house, Liu Xianglan didn't ask a question.

Grateful, Jiang Xiaochuan said directly: "Sister-in-law, what you grow at home is vegetables. I will make it different tomorrow morning."

"Okay."

Liu Xianglan nodded happily, and then reminded: "Xiaochuan, this year's food is so good, we can't let Wang Sanjiang accept it again."

Wang Sanjiang's son-in-law works as a manager in a county hotel. Every year when fresh vegetables are sold, Wang Sanjiang purchases them, and then his son-in-law sends a car to pull them.

Due to the inconvenient transportation in Shitou Village, the only Sanbengzi in the village cannot haul much vegetables at a time. If the delay in selling cannot be sold for a long time, the vegetables of other villagers will rot in the ground.

Therefore, although Wang Sanjiang kept the price very low, he still sold vegetables to Wang Sanjiang.

Therefore, Wang Sanjiang relied on lowering prices and after several years of accumulation, he became the richest man in the village. The two-story building at home was also quite impressive.

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaochuan nodded. If he sold this kind of cucumber to Wang Sanjiang, the turtle calf would definitely make a lot of money.

It was already dark at this time, Jiang Xiaochuan hurriedly said goodbye to Liu Xianglan and went home to practice. He had spent too much on receiving spiritual energy today, so he had to make up for it as soon as possible.

At nine o'clock in the evening, his stomach growled with hunger. Jiang Xiaochuan rolled out of bed and secretly prayed that the village canteen would not close.

The owner of the canteen is severely deaf, and it is difficult to open the door once it is closed.

Jiang Xiaochuan and Dahei walked quickly towards the canteen. When passing by the door of Widow Liu's house, her closed door opened a crack.

Wang Ernuo, a bachelor in the village, walked out with a satisfied look on his face. After seeing Wang Ernuo off, Widow Liu leaned on the door frame and started counting money.

Widow Liu's fate was similar to that of Liu Xianglan. Her husband died shortly after she got married.

But Liu Xianglan is as protective as jade. She is a free-spirited person who relies on her own beauty to do all kinds of things in the village.

Normally, she would always tease Jiang Xiaochuan when she met him, but today when she saw Jiang Xiaochuan passing by her door, he had a rare serious expression on his face and picked up his phone to start tinkering.

Jiang Xiaochuan was also happy to save the trouble and walked directly over with his head lowered.

When the owner of the canteen was about to close, Jiang Xiaochuan successfully bought food. He was chewing the instant pig's trotters in his hand when he suddenly saw the door of Widow Liu's house wide open.

She was looking around now, obviously waiting for someone. After seeing Jiang Xiaochuan, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she leaned towards him charmingly.

"Wood grass."

When Jiang Xiaochuan saw this posture, he ran away, but he was suddenly hugged by the waist by the prepared Widow Liu.

"Widow Liu, don't do this. I'll give you the pig's trotters and let me go."

Jiang Xiaochuan broke away and stuffed the pig's trotters into Widow Liu's arms.

"What pig trotters do you want? I want them from you."

Widow Liu knocked off the pig's trotters in disgust.

After covering her mouth and giggling for a while, she took Jiang Xiaochuan's arm and said coquettishly: "My little enemy, don't you understand my heart? Let my sister-in-law pamper you tonight."

Jiang Xiaochuan trembled, feeling that his throat was dry and every pore in his body was resisting.

He hesitated and said: "Widow Liu, are you serious?"

Afraid that he would not be able to deal with Widow Liu who was in heat, Jiang Xiaochuan wanted to summon Dahei to scare Widow Liu away, but found Dahei running towards a small alley with eager steps.

Taking a closer look, a black dog's tail appeared in the alley. It was Ahua from Chen Dacai's family.

"Color dog!"

Jiang Xiaochuan cursed secretly.

At this time, Widow Liu had already put her arms around Jiang Xiaochuan's neck, rested her chin on his shoulder and said passionately: "Little enemy, maybe you are not as good as this."

Widow Liu had a look of resentment on her face and pointed at the big black hair that had been drilled.