Chapter 9: The Talents of My Brothers

Chapter 9

The more lively the crowd, the more burdensome life became.

To make matters worse, the temperature dropped, and there were no more mushrooms to pick. Xu Mo's writing hand grew stiffer by the day.

Jiang Sheng was worried. With five mouths to feed, what could she do to ensure full meals and daily meat?

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She gradually grew irritable, frowning with her cheeks in her hands, wishing she could utilize all the wit and wisdom she had accumulated over seven years.

"Jiang Sheng," Xu Mo was the first to notice her abnormal mood and gently asked, "Why the deep furrows on your brow?"

Jiang Sheng mumbled, "Eldest brother, we need to make money."

"My copying work is enough," Xu Mo stroked her hair. "You don't need to worry about this."

Before Jiang Sheng could respond, Wen Zhiyun beside them lifted his head. "I can see patients, just... I can't treat serious illnesses."

Even an inexperienced physician was still a welcome existence in the countryside.

Jiang Sheng gaped. She had just realized that it wasn't her soft heart that had saved Wen Zhiyun, but that Wen Zhiyun had come to rescue their destitute group.

"I can beat people up and collect protection fees," Fang Heng clenched his fist. As a descendant of a military family, he had started martial arts training at three years old. By now, he had five years of experience and possessed decent skills.

So far, three of the four brothers had offered up their means of making a living.

The last one, Zheng Ruqian, unwilling to fall behind, opened his mouth, only to find that he had nothing to contribute.

Other than eating.

Little Zheng Ruqian froze on the spot as his eyes welled up with tears.

So it turned out he was the only useless one, a good-for-nothing who could only rely on his sister for survival.

Jiang Sheng keenly noticed her second brother's emotions. She rushed over and patted his shoulder, consoling, "Don't be upset. I'm just like you, good for nothing."

But they were the ones who had initially sold mushrooms and earned the first seed money.

Although lacking the unique skills of the other brothers, as long as they were willing to use their brains, they could definitely make money.

Little Jiang Sheng's confidence cheered up Zheng Ruqian. He wiped his tears and remembered he had contributed two gold beans. He puffed out his chest again. "I can earn money too, I definitely can."

With the siblings united, they could accomplish anything!

After much thought, Jiang Sheng finally decided to start with medicine. She pulled Zheng Ruqian along, saying earnestly, "Let's go drum up patients for fourth brother."

Wen Zhiyun: "..."

That didn't sound very nice.

But he was still young and an outsider in the village. Randomly treating illnesses would only get him chased away with a stick.

Zhao Dazhu jerked his head up. Right now, nevermind the age, even a veterinarian would do. He quickly said, "Please invite the young physician, hurry!"

Jiang Sheng patted Zheng Ruqian.

Zheng Ruqian immediately ran back to the ruined temple to fetch Wen Zhiyun, leaving Jiang Sheng to chat idly with Zhao Dazhu.

Soon, Fang Heng arrived carrying Wen Zhiyun.

Seeing Jiang Sheng's wide eyes, the cracks in Fang Heng's face widened awkwardly as he explained, "He was running too slowly. I was afraid the patient couldn't wait."

So the mighty third brother had directly slung the frail fourth brother over his back and jogged the whole way here.

Jiang Sheng's cheek muscles ached as she repeatedly told herself mentally, "Don't laugh, don't laugh."

"Hurry and check on the patient now that you're here."

Still stunned, Wen Zhiyun looked back.

Behind him was Zheng Ruqian, panting as he ran over with the medicine box. His physique was slightly stronger than Wen Zhiyun's but couldn't compare to Fang Heng's, so he was a bit slower.

"Let's go." Taking the medicine box, Wen Zhiyun finally stepped into the Zhao residence.

Old Man Zhao feebly groaned "ow ow", glancing at the group of children entering. Annoyed, he complained, "What time is it that you're still letting kids come play at home?"

The pained Zhao family remained silent despite their anxiety and impatience.

Fortunately, Zhao Dazhu wasn't stupid. He brought over a stool and obsequiously said, "Young physician, quickly take a look at my dad."

Wen Zhiyun exhaled in relief.

Usually, he was sheltered by his parents, free to read books or pick herbs as he pleased. Everything he did was out of interest and for enjoyment.

He was his parents' treasure, a child raised with doting care. He had never considered that one day, he would have to stand alone.

Wen Zhiyun extended three pulse-reading fingers and placed them on Old Man Zhao's wrist.

Perhaps from nervousness, his body trembled slightly.

Jiang Sheng quickly grasped his other hand and loudly declared, "Fourth brother, don't be afraid. We're still here."

Wen Zhiyun looked back and saw the still unfamiliar faces.

The aloof yet warm-hearted Fang Heng; the foolish Zheng Ruqian; and the childish Jiang Sheng.

Although his parents were gone, the skies had collapsed, his wonderful life lay in ruins, he had also met a new family. For them, to let his parents rest in peace, to live well, Wen Zhiyun took another deep breath. His trembling hands steadied.

He utilized everything he had learned, listening to the pulses and recalling his father's teachings bit by bit in his mind.

"Weak and powerless, three deficiencies and one excess..." Wen Zhiyun mumbled a couple phrases. "May I examine your excrement?"

At these words, Jiang Sheng, Fang Heng, and Zheng Ruqian all took two steps back.