"Daoyou ISHINO, please pour me a bowl of water." Lu Zijia faces Wang Ye Road with joy.

Shiye turned and ran out. He didn't forget to respond, "OK, OK, I, I'll go now."

Looking at his silly son, Zhang Lanhua was funny and helpless.

Shiye quickly brought the water and handed it to Lu Zijia with respectful hands.

Lu Zijia took it and turned his back to shiye's mother and son. They put a drop of Lingquan water into the bowl.

It's not that she doesn't want to give more, but with the cultivation of middle-aged men practicing Qi, she can't bear the rich aura contained in the Lingquan water. If she is careless, she is likely to explode and die.

A drop of spirit spring water is enough to make the middle-aged man's internal injury recover as before, and will benefit a lot.

Looking at the unchanged water in the bowl, Lu Zijia thought for a moment and quickly played a blind trick. What others saw was no longer a bowl of water, but a bowl of black traditional Chinese medicine with pungent smell.

Lu Zijia handed the bowl back to shiye, "take it for the patient."

Looking at the greatly changed black soup in the sea bowl, shiye's mouth opened into an O-shape.

Not to mention shiye, even Zhang Lanhua was shocked.

However, she reacted faster than her eldest son. She hurried forward and carefully took the sea bowl in Lu Zijia's hand. After thanking her, she asked her eldest son to help lift people up and feed medicine.

To tell the truth, Zhang Lanhua still has some scruples in her heart.

After all, Lu Zijia's origin was unknown, and she turned a bowl of water into medicine soup in a few breaths, which was really... It was beyond her understanding.

But their family is at a dead end. If her husband's illness continues to drag on, even if they can get enough spiritual beads in a few days, I'm afraid it's too late.

So now she can only bet.

When shiye's mother and son were feeding medicine, Lu Zijia left the main room and went to the yard to watch the terrain of Shitou village.

The stone village is surrounded by mountains on three sides. Just on the way home with the stone brothers, Lu Zijia observed that both the planted fields and the roads are covered with a thick layer of sediment.

However, compared with the walking road, the planted fields are also mixed with some soil.

But even if mixed with soil, the harvest in Shitou village does not seem to be very good.

At least what she saw, the harvest of Lingdao planted by Shi Yejia was not very good.

In addition to planting fields and terrain environment, Lu Zijia also noticed that the cultivation of villagers in Shitou village is basically from the first floor to the seventh floor of gas refining, and some don't even step into the gas refining period.

In this way, it should be no problem for her to stay in stone village for a period of time.

A quarter of an hour later, ISHINO's mother and son came out of the main room happily and thanked Lu Zijia. Zhang Lanhua also wanted to kowtow to Lu Zijia, but Lu Zijia stopped him.

"Dr. Lu, I don't know how many spirit beads those soup medicines need? How many times does my husband need to drink soup medicine to recover? "

Speaking of Lingzhu, Zhang Lanhua was embarrassed.

Just now her husband woke up after drinking a bowl of soup and medicine.

Moreover, the husband also said that he felt much better, and the internal injury was slowly repaired by himself. According to the current repair speed, I believe he can recover in a few days.

The soup medicine with such rapid effect can't be made by those distinguished herbalists in the town.

So Zhang Lanhua felt that the soup medicine taken out by Lu Zijia must be valuable.