Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

The village chief was so noisy by these people that he had a headache.

When he was washing his hair recently, he noticed that his hair was falling out in large quantities, and he didn't know why.

Every time something happened, even if it was something trivial, these villagers liked to make a big deal out of a small matter, and then they started quarreling and wanted to tear down his house.

No wonder the previous village chief died young, perhaps because he was made angry by these stupid villagers.

The village chief's heart trembled, and he immediately considered running for the next term in advance.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhizhi and Ma Liu arrived just when the villagers were about to have an uproar, and the village chief couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When the villagers saw Zhao Zhizhi's figure, they gathered around her and started chanting every word in her ears.

"Miss Zhao, you are here. We have been waiting for you for a long time." The voice of the person who spoke was slightly resentful.

"Miss Zhao, the spring on the back mountain has dried up. Didn't you say there is still a way to find a water source?"

Another villager couldn't wait to tell the purpose of coming to find Zhao Zhizhi.

Zhao Zhizhi also felt that their voices were too noisy, so he clapped his hands and shouted loudly: "Okay, everyone, please be quiet."

As soon as she finished speaking, the villagers shut up and looked at her in unison.

The village chief, whose voice was so hoarse that he didn't shut up the villagers, immediately turned pale when he saw this.

Zhao Zhizhi cleared his throat and continued: "I do have a way, but I need everyone's help."

The villagers said almost in unison:

"Miss Zhao, if you need any help, just say it. We guys will do our best."

Zhao Zhizhi nodded happily and said slowly: "Looking for water again requires a lot of mugwort. I have it at home, but not much. I just don't know if any of you folks have it at home. If you have it, please provide it first." Bar."

As soon as these words came out, the villagers responded one after another, "I have some at home, and I burn them to smoke the old man's legs on weekdays. But since I got the medicine from Miss Zhao last time, the mugwort has not been used anymore. It has been piled in the woodshed." Here."

"I have it at home too, I'm going to get it now."

The villagers who were slightly more positive didn't say anything, turned around and ran back home.

Seeing how everyone seemed to be united when faced with difficulties, Zhao Zhizhi raised his eyebrows and felt much less uncomfortable.

After the villagers all brought the mugwort over, there were actually quite a few piled together.

Wormwood is a good thing.

Because of its earthy properties, it can be crushed and used as medicine to dispel dampness and cold, warm menstruation and stop bleeding. It can even be used to treat infertility when combined with other herbal medicines for long-term use. It can also be used for moxibustion treatment when dried.

Zhao Zhizhi thought that the mugwort would never be used up, so he discussed with the villagers:

"I will only use part of it, do you want the rest?"

The villagers heard what Zhao Zhizhi meant and immediately shook their heads and waved their hands, "No, just take it if you find it useful. I think as a doctor, you can use it more than us."

Zhao Zhizhi nodded and directed them to pick up a small bundle of mugwort and follow her to the back mountain.

The soil in the front half of the back mountain was so dry and cracked that it looked like a terminally ill grandfather, with no hope of treatment.

She led the villagers deeper. There were still herbs surviving in the depths, which meant that there must be water underground.

It may not taste very good, but it's better than not having water and dying of thirst.

After finding a few relatively humid places, she asked the villagers to put down the mugwort.

Then she took out the prepared fire sticks and handed them to the villagers, asking them to light the mugwort.

The village chief watched them follow Zhao Zhizhi's instructions in an orderly manner, but suddenly he didn't like them.

He Xiuer came after hearing the news. Her face was much more haggard than before, and she didn't know what she was doing recently. She was nowhere to be seen in the village all day.

If she hadn't appeared today, Zhao Zhizhi would have almost forgotten her.

As soon as He Xiuer arrived, he exaggeratedly shouted: "What are you doing? Are you planning to set fire to the mountain?"

The smoke from the mugwort was so strong that it was burning in all directions.

She opened her mouth and took a puff of thick smoke, then immediately started coughing with an ugly look on her face.

Zhao Zhizhi was too lazy to pay attention to her. He didn't expect that his temper would still be so annoying after not seeing her for such a long time.

As expected, the old saying goes, a country is easy to change, but a person's nature is hard to change.

After He Xiuer coughed, she hurriedly covered her mouth and nose with her hands.

Seeing that no one paid attention to her, even the village chief only had a sullen face and said nothing.

She became more and more angry, her brain became hot, and she rushed towards the nearest pile of mugwort regardless of the consequences, trying to destroy it with her own strength.

Unexpectedly, before she could get closer, she was hit by the thick smoke and couldn't open her eyes. Even though she covered her mouth and nose in advance, she still bent down and coughed.

At this moment, a small flame jumped onto her body.

A single spark can start a prairie fire, and in just an instant, He Xiuer's robe caught fire.

She was so frightened that she screamed and screamed in pain.

None of the villagers expected such a thing to happen, and they all froze in place, not daring to get close.

The village chief saw the flames getting bigger and bigger, and his eyes were filled with tears. "Come quickly, save my daughter."

"It's really troublesome." Zhao Zhizhi walked forward impatiently, not afraid of the flames on He Xiuer's body, walked up to her and threw her to the ground.

Hearing a "dong" sound, He Xiuer fell hard and let out a piercing scream.

Zhao Zhizhi kicked her body around with a cold face and used the dry soil on the ground to successfully extinguish the flames.

He Xiuer was lying on the ground in a state of disgrace, her robe was burned until it was like a ball of rags draped over her body. Fortunately, she wore more clothes and was not exposed yet.

Zhao Zhizhi rescued her. When she came back, instead of being grateful, she started accusing him with red eyes.

"Zhao Zhizhi, did you do this on purpose? You vicious woman, you must have hated me for marrying Li Lang, so you tried every means to make me lose face in front of others."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhizhi rolled his eyes obscenely.

She has explained countless times about the ungrateful trash Li Xiucai. Why does this person bring up old things again? Who is the one who has such a grudge?

"He Xiuer, we are doing business. If you continue to mess around and delay the business, you will bear the consequences. I don't care."

He Xiuer dismissed what she said, "What's the matter with you? You..."

Before she could finish her words, she was slapped shut by the village chief.

"Dad, why did you hit me?" He Xiuer felt that her face had been completely trampled on the ground today, and Zhao Zhizhi, who she hated the most, saw the joke.

The village chief looked at her angrily, "If you're embarrassing yourself here, go back."

After all, He Xiuer didn't dare to yell at the angry village chief, so she had to cover her face and go down the mountain in tears.