The quick-traveling villain has no way to escape.

The tiger that Qi Minglou hunted in the deep mountains was sold for a total of 360 taels of silver. The tiger skin was completely sold for a full 200 taels, and the tiger bones and teeth were sold for a total of 160 taels. two.

Originally, the family had very little money left, but suddenly it occurred to them that they would have an extra three hundred taels of income, and the next matter of planting herbs would be easier to handle.

Qi Minglou's wound was very deep, and it would take some time to heal. In ancient times, there was no suture technology, so the wound should not be exposed to water, and the dressing had to be changed every other day.

The doctor at the medicine hall advised Qi Minglou not to do any physical work in the past half month to prevent the wound from opening.

Song Tingyun followed the doctor's advice and did not let Qi Minglou do anything. Even taking a bath and twisting the handkerchief, Song Tingyun did it himself.

Although Song Tingyun was taken care of by others on weekdays, when he really took care of others, he was not as clumsy as he imagined, and everything he did was still impressive.

Every time the dressing was changed, he would accompany Qi Minglou there.

The land deed for purchasing the wasteland had been obtained, and the two of them also went to the Yamen to sign and fingerprint the land.

Fifty acres of wasteland was obtained, and the next thing to consider was the issue of land reclamation. Song Tingyun did not intend to do it on his own. If he really relied on the three of them, he would probably have to work until eternity.

Song Tingyun handed over the matter to the village chief for help. It was still the same as before, asking the village chief to help, and he only had to pay.

As the head of a village, he must be extremely happy to be able to provide the villagers with a way to earn money. The wheat harvest has just been completed in the village, and the autumn harvest crops have been planted. There is not much work on weekdays.

All the men in the village were idle. When they heard that Song Tingyun had work to do at home, they didn't mind that Song Tingyun had a bad reputation. One or two of them were more active than anyone else.

Song Tingyun didn't have any opinion on this matter. He just felt that anyone could be used, and he had to hire people to do the work anyway.

In the past few days when he accompanied Qi Minglou to the medicine hall to change medicines, Song Tingyun heard a lot of news, saying that Song Luoyu and the Chen family's young master had clarified the truth. On the day of the wedding, the Chen family gave Song Luoyu enough face.

The procession of betrothal gifts and music playing, and red blankets covered the entire streets of Qingtang Town. Shili Hongzhuang should be in this posture.

The marriage between the two families became a good story in Qingtang Town, and naturally no one mentioned Song Tingyun, a cannon fodder that was not taken seriously.

Just talking about it, people would occasionally mention what kind of things the bastard of the Song family had done that was disgraceful to the family.

There is another interesting story that made Song Tingyun want to laugh when he heard it. He said that a few days ago, the sons of several merchant families in Qingtang Town were inexplicably beaten with sacks.

I don’t know what happened to them, and neither of them can speak. I went to see a doctor and the doctor said that this temporary loss of speech could not be cured with medicine.

It takes a month to get better.

People in Qingtang Town were all wondering whether they had offended someone. When Song Tingyun heard this gossip, he calculated the time. It seemed that it was the day when he and Qi Minglou were preparing to enter the mountains and came to Qingtang Town. .

When he went home that day, Qi Minglou found a reason to leave for a while, presumably to teach those people a lesson.

Song Tingyun kept this matter in mind and did not ask Qi Minglou.

There were no anti-inflammatory drugs in ancient times, so Qi Minglou's wound healed very slowly. It had been a week, and the redness and swelling around the wound had just subsided and scabs began to form.

The doctor still refused to let me touch the water, but changed the dressing time to once every three days.

On the way home, he and the villagers squeezed the ox cart. Song Tingyun felt extremely uncomfortable, and he was also afraid that Qi Minglou would be touched by others on the crowded cart and his wounds would open.

Just when Song Tingyun was thinking about buying a carriage, the system prompt sounded because it would be convenient for traveling.

Ding-dong-

[Dear host, your task progress in this system’s small world has reached 70%. The system congratulates you on the progress of your task. Please continue to work hard on the remaining 30%. ]

Suddenly I heard the prompt.

Looking at the green progress bar that had reached the second half of the process, Song Tingyun's mood suddenly became less beautiful.

What should I do if he doesn't want to work hard at all?

Why can't we stay in each small world longer?

According to the progress of this world, it is estimated that the remaining 30% should be completed soon.

This means that he may leave this world at any time and go to a new small world.

Thinking of this, Song Tingyun sighed, and Qi Minglou thought he was tired, so he held him in his arms.

The progress of wasteland reclamation is pretty good, and with the village chief supervising these people, they don't dare to cheat.

In addition, although the people of Liushu Village are not well-informed, they are not the kind of people who will deliberately not work and then make money from their work.

In the first half of this year, the wheat harvest in Liushu Village and nearby villages was not good. The reason was that it rained heavily for a week just before the wheat was harvested, which resulted in less wheat and more buds.

In addition, the court taxes are very serious every year. If they don't find a way to make some money, they won't be able to pay the taxes at the end of the year.

Song Tingyun didn't have to worry about the wasteland. He had Ahe at home, so he just had to be a hands-off shopkeeper and learn some knowledge about the cultivation of various herbs every day.

Time passed very quickly. Qi Minglou was in good physical condition and his wounds had recovered in less than half a month.

Song Tingyun didn't dare to take it lightly, so he still didn't let him touch the water. After the scab on the wound fell off, he took him to the medicine hall to see a doctor. After confirming that there was no problem, he felt completely relieved.

After his arm recovered, Qi Minglou went to help reclaim the wasteland. Their family affairs could not be left to the village chief to worry about every day.

Song Tingyun also felt a little embarrassed that he had been bothering the village chief and his family.

"Aqi, you don't have to go to the wasteland to help today. Come with me to the town."

"Are you going to the town to buy something? It's a long way and the bullock cart ride is very bumpy. I'll just go there if you need anything."

Every time Song Tingyun went to town by bullock cart, it was like being punished. Qi Minglou didn't want Song Tingyun to suffer.

Song Tingyun didn't want to suffer, he decided to go because he had his own plans.

"I want to buy something to send to the village chief's family. It's been quite troublesome for me during this time. This man is so sophisticated, and I also want to buy some things for women for the village chief's wife and his daughter-in-law."

It's a bit outrageous for a grown man in Qi Minglou to buy rouge, gouache, and clothing fabrics for women.

"That's true, then I'll accompany you."

"That's what I meant." After saying this, Song Tingyun told A He that there was no need to share the meal between them at noon today.

Ah He responded.

After saying that, the two went out together.