Fenghuang Village in the deep mountains is too poor to open the pot. Young Shi Yunzhong got a glimpse of Longling Spring in the back mountain, and learned silver needle medical skills from the ancient miracle doctor Can Hun. However, this spring water only has ten points of spring power every day, so it must be used sparingly for curing diseases and accelerating ripening. If it is used too openly, the secret of Lingquan will attract corrupt officials, powerful people, and Gu masters from southern Xinjiang.
Laidi's mother was seriously ill and had no money to treat her. Zhao Laidi, who had grown up together, was almost sold to pay off her debts. Village bully Xu Lianghui is still running rampant in the fields. Shi Yunzhong held the power of Yiquan, but did not dare to say anything.
He started planting from one acre of vegetable land. After a night of ripening, the emergency was first saved; the spiritual spring condensed into medicine and forced the bully to retreat; after saving three hundred taels of silver, the whole village joined the gang. Planting vegetables, growing fruits, growing medicine, and raising fish, they all work together. Ponds full of fat fish are raised in the muddy puddles, and the aroma of medicinal herbs from hundreds of acres of spiritual fields wafts out for ten miles. Terminal diseases, poisonous insects, and plague were dealt with one after another, and the reputation spread from the county to the provincial capital.
But the more spiritual springs are exposed, the more people will be targeted. The unscrupulous merchants spread poison, and the county magistrate seized it. The chamber of commerce wanted to "dedicate the spring to the top," and even the poison masters in southern Xinjiang set up a trap to seize it. The spring power will dry up, the spiritual field will be burned, and there will always be a day when the secret cannot be kept. Shi Yunzhong could only lead the whole village to turn the poor ravine step by step into a heirloom farm that even the dignitaries in the provincial capital would bow their heads and beg for cooperation.
