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

Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei did not speak, but silently picked up their sickles and began to harvest rice. Their hands quickly developed blisters, but they persisted. They know that only by completing these farm tasks can they leave here.

The sun gradually rose, and so did the temperature in the fields. Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei's clothes were soaked with sweat, but they still kept swinging their sickles.

The middle-aged man occasionally looked back at them, with a satisfied smile on his lips. At noon, they finally finished harvesting the rice.

But the middle-aged man did not let them rest. Instead, he pointed to another field and motioned for them to dig sweet potatoes.

Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei did not complain, silently picked up their hoes and started digging sweet potatoes. Their hands were bruised and bloody, but they still held on.

"Can you take me and escape from here secretly?" Zhao Zhizhi suddenly said to Li Yunfei.

Li Yunfei coughed a few times and whispered: "If I wasn't injured, I could use Qinggong to take you away at any time. It's a pity that my wounds haven't healed yet. Now that I've been washed away by the flood, it's even more impossible for me to take you away." .”

Zhao Zhizhi had already been psychologically prepared to know this outcome, so he just sighed and went on to do other rural cooperative medical services.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the temperature in the fields gradually drops.

Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei were exhausted, but they still kept swinging their hoes.

The middle-aged man occasionally looked back at them with a smile of appreciation on his lips.

As night fell, all the farm work was finally completed.

Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei sat exhausted on the field ridge, looking at the villagers returning home with their loads.

They did not speak, but they all knew in their hearts that today's hard work gave them a deeper understanding of the hardships and hardships of farmers.

"Can you let us go now?" Zhao Zhizhi asked.

"It's not that easy to leave!" the middle-aged man sneered, "There is still so much work to be done there."

"But we have already worked all day today." Zhao Zhizhi retorted.

"That's your business and has nothing to do with me." The middle-aged man said nonchalantly, "Anyway, you have to finish the work in the fields before you can leave. Our village does not support idlers."

Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei looked at each other, knowing clearly that they had encountered a rogue. They didn't want to cause trouble, so they had no choice but to stay and work.

In the next few days, Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei were busy in the fields. They worked during the day and slept in simple wooden houses at night. They are always vigilant, for fear of another accident.

During their free time while working, Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei were also quietly discussing countermeasures.

They don't want to be trapped in this small village forever and must find a chance to leave as soon as possible.

"I think we should find a way to understand the situation in this village." Zhao Zhizhi suggested, "Maybe by understanding, we can find a better solution."

Li Yunfei nodded in agreement, "Good idea. We have to be careful and don't let the villagers discover our intentions."

So Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei began to secretly observe this small village.

They discovered that this small village seemed to be controlled by a mysterious organization, and the villagers' lives were very difficult. They were forced to work without any freedom.

"This place is like a prison." Zhao Zhizhi lamented, "We must find a way to save these villagers."

"But we can't protect ourselves now, how can we save them?" Li Yunfei said helplessly, "We'd better think of a way to get out of here first."

Just when Zhao Zhizhi and Li Yunfei were at a loss what to do, an unexpected opportunity appeared.

An old man in the village needed treatment because of illness, but the middle-aged man refused to send for a doctor.

Zhao Zhizhi is a doctor. She saw this opportunity and decided to use her medical skills to help these villagers.

"I can treat that old man." Zhao Zhizhi said to the middle-aged man, "As long as you and I cure him, let us leave here."

The middle-aged man hesitated, but seeing Zhao Zhizhi's confident look, he finally agreed.

The spring breeze blows gently in the ancient village, and the sun shines on the stone road, reflecting a faint light and shadow.

Zhao Zhizhi stepped forward lightly and carefully checked the old man's condition. Her slender fingers gently rested on the old man's pulse, concentrating on feeling the faint beating.

"Old man, you have suffered from the cold and need to take good care of yourself." Zhao Zhizhi said softly, with concern in his eyes.

She went to the pharmacy in the village, took out a pack of herbs from the medicine cabinet, and lightly traced the green leaves with her fingertips, as if communicating with them. The herbs danced in her hands, like elves.

Then, Zhao Zhizhi began to make the decoction. The fire reflected on her face, casting a warm glow on her face. She carefully controlled the heat and ensured that the concoction boiled out slowly.

She took every step so seriously and carefully, as if she was completing a sacred mission. The aroma of medicine gradually spread, and the whole room was immersed in this fresh breath.

Zhao Zhizhi held the bowl of steaming soup and handed it to the old man with a gentle tone: "Old man, as long as you drink these medicines, your body will get better soon."

The old man took the bowl of medicine with gratitude in his eyes: "Thank you, little girl, you are really the lucky star of our village."

He took a sip of the concoction and relaxed his brows.

Zhao Zhizhi smiled and shook her head: "This is what I should do." Her voice was as soft as the wind, as if it could drive away all pain.

In the following days, Zhao Zhizhi changed and prepared medicine for the old man every day. Her technique is skillful and gentle, like a careful mother taking care of her child.

Under her careful treatment, the old man's condition gradually improved.

His face became rosy and his coughing gradually decreased.

During this process, other people in the room also marveled at Zhao Zhizhi's medical skills and carefulness.

They sat around the fire and told how Zhao Zhizhi used ordinary herbs to cure patients.

Every sentence is full of warmth and gratitude, like a beautiful hymn. Zhao Zhizhi always maintained his indifference and humility.

She knew that her medical skills came from countless days and nights of study and practice, and she hoped to use her own power to protect the people on this land and keep them away from pain.

Finally one day, the old man was able to walk out of the house with the help of Zhao Zhizhi.

He looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, took a deep breath of fresh air, and said with emotion: "Little girl, thank you for giving me a second life."

Zhao Zhizhi smiled and shook his head: "Uncle, you're welcome."