After the divorce, I became a god that my ex-wife couldn’t reach.

Zhao Ruyu and Pi Yangyang did not refuse. They had planned to eat here, so they let her go.

Yang Die brought a pen and paper, and Pi Yangyang wrote down a prescription. After giving it to her, he said: "Decoct it in the morning and evening, and take it for ten consecutive days."

"Okay, thank you Mr. Pi, I...I don't even know how to thank you..."

Yang Die choked up again as she spoke.

Zhao Ruyu said: "Die'er, Auntie's illness has recovered. Can you go to Chunan with me now?"

Yang Die turned his head and glanced outside the door. He did not answer immediately, but went to pour two glasses of boiling water for Pi Yangyang and Zhao Ruyu.

"If I go back to Chunan with you, I won't cause any more trouble to you, right?"

"No, you go to my company and start from the grassroots level. No one will say anything."

Zhao Ruyu answered without hesitation.

The rules of the Zhao family are very strict. In order to prevent nepotism, no one in the family can easily insert people into the company.

Fortunately, the Zhao family has many industries, so she can let Yang Die go to a branch of the Zhao family to work first, and then look for opportunities for promotion later.

"Okay, I don't need your special care. I want to develop based on my own ability, so that I can feel at ease."

Yang Die made up her mind and nodded in agreement.

Zhao Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief, "No problem. I don't have much power in the group, and I'm still in the learning stage. Even if I want to take special care of you, I don't have the ability."

The three of them chatted, and Zhong Yulan quickly came back after buying vegetables.

It can be seen that she is indeed much more relaxed than when she started walking, and she doesn't look so sluggish anymore.

As the sun set and the sky gradually darkened, Yang Die's father Yang Chengsi and grandfather Yang Wenjian came back.

The two walked into the yard while chatting.

"Dad, why don't you take me to Huolong Mountain? Didn't you say that there are several kinds of medicinal materials that are only found on that mountain?"

Yang Chengsi seemed a little confused and asked his father as soon as he entered the yard.

Yang Wenjian replied: "You can't pick the medicinal materials up there. It's too dangerous! I'm old now and can't go up there at all. Our family is counting on you now, and you can't have any accidents..."

"But, Xiaoxin is still in college, and it's when he needs a lot of money. I...how can I afford his tuition and living expenses if I don't pick some good medicine?"

Yang Chengsi said worriedly.

Yang Wenjian sighed, "Even if you can collect the medicine above, do you think you can sell it at a good price? Have you forgotten the hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum I collected last time? That's more than three kilograms, but... "

As he spoke, it turned into a sigh again, looking very helpless.

These words were all clearly heard by Pi Yangyang. When he heard about the century-old Ganoderma lucidum, his heart really moved.

Although the hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum is not particularly precious, it is indeed of great use to a cultivator like him.

This naturally growing elixir must contain spiritual energy.

Yang Die went out and shouted happily, then supported Yang Wenjian and Yang Chengsi into the room, and introduced Zhao Ruyu and Pi Yangyang to them.

The two of them knew Zhao Ruyu, and when they saw her suddenly coming, they seemed very happy and put aside the argument they had just had.

Yang Die poured water for them, and then said: "Mr. Pi is a doctor and his medical skills are very good. He treated my mother in the afternoon, and now my mother feels much better..."

The father and son asked in surprise: "Really?"

Yang Die said: "Dad, Mom is cooking, you can go and ask..."

Yang Chengsi walked out quickly. Yang Wenjian looked at Pi Yangyang and asked with some surprise: "Young man, are you a doctor?"

Pi Yangyang nodded, "I am a Chinese medicine doctor."

"TCM is good...Chinese medicine is more reliable than Western medicine in treating diseases..."

Yang Wenjian himself is a medicine farmer and particularly believes in traditional Chinese medicine, so his words come from his heart.

"Old man, I heard you guys discussing just now. You mentioned that you once collected a century-old Ganoderma lucidum. What did you do with it in the end?"

Pi Yangyang was thinking about the hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum he heard and couldn't help but ask.

Yang Wenjian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head sadly, "What else can we do? I originally wanted to sell it at a good price for my children to go to school. But... in the end, it only sold for 3,000 yuan..."

Pi Yangyang was taken aback and lost his voice: "Three thousand yuan? You just said that it is more than three kilograms!"

"It's more than three kilograms, almost four kilograms..."

Yang Wenjian sighed and said.

Pi Yangyang frowned, with a look of disbelief on his face.

Although he doesn't know much about medicinal materials, this wild century-old Ganoderma lucidum is rare.

Citizens, it is at least tens of thousands per pound, and the bigger the price, the higher the price.

It's more than three kilograms, no matter how cheap it is, it won't be less than 300,000!

But Yang Wenjian actually sold it for just three thousand, which really made Pi Yangyang find it hard to believe.

But he also saw that Yang Wenjian looked very helpless.

Obviously, Yang Wenjian also knew that the Ganoderma lucidum was worth more than three thousand, but he had to sell it for three thousand.

"What's going on? Even if you were short of money, you wouldn't be willing to sell it for three thousand, right?"

Pi Yangyang was very curious and wanted to know the hidden secret.

"Of course I'm not willing to do so, but... I can't help it..."