Dare to shirk responsibility? This adorable little one will tear down your military district!

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The black and yellow patterned five-step snake suddenly sprang out, its fangs plunging deep into the old man's calf.

The old man's head throbbed so badly that he convulsed, rolled backward, and howled in agony while clutching his legs on the ground covered in decaying leaves.

"court death."

A childish voice rang out in the woods, devoid of any warmth.

Meng Yaya stood two meters away, and the pebble she was about to use to dig the soil slipped from her hand.

"puff!"

The five-step snake, which had just been so arrogant, lay sprawled on the ground with its head smashed to pieces, its body still twitching nervously.

"What a fatty pot of meat."

Meng Yaya's short legs stepped over the bushes, not even glancing at the old man, and went straight to the dead snake. She picked it up by the tail and weighed it in her hand; it weighed at least three pounds. The snake gall could be used to make wine and sell for money, so this trip was worthwhile.

After dealing with her spoils, she turned around and looked at the unfortunate man.

The old man, dressed in a faded Zhongshan suit, his hair disheveled and gray, was leaning against a tree trunk, panting heavily. The poison had taken effect extremely quickly; in just a short while, his calf had swelled up like a steamed bun, and the area around the wound had turned a terrifying purplish-black.

"Cough cough... little... little baby..."

The old man struggled to keep his eyes open, his vision already blurring, and he could only see a small, dark figure standing in front of him, not even as tall as a tree stump.

"Run...run...snake..."

Why let someone escape when they're about to die?

Meng Yaya raised an eyebrow. In the apocalypse, these overly kind people are usually the first to die.

She took a few steps closer and squatted down.

Although the old man was dressed in rags, his hands were long and dry, with neatly trimmed nails. Even in excruciating pain, his fingers would subconsciously press acupoints to slow the spread of toxins.

He is a doctor.

He's also a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine.

Meng Yaya's mind was racing with calculations.

The journey to Beiping was long, and Lin Wanrou's health was too poor to be restored by simply eating meat; she needed someone to take care of her. Moreover, in those days, doctors were a scarce and highly skilled profession, more valuable than a ginseng root.

"Old man, this is what you owe me."

Meng Yaya muttered something.

She turned her back, pretending to take something out of the tattered basket, but in reality, her consciousness probed into the space.

She took out a potent antitoxin serum and a disposable syringe.

"Bear with it."

Meng Yaya turned around and directly pulled open the old man's collar.

The old man was already in a daze. He only felt a sudden chill on his neck, like a mosquito bite, followed by a stream of icy liquid entering his body.

The burning pain subsided quickly with the cool sensation.

Meng Yaya pulled out the needle and casually tossed it back into her spatial storage.

She didn't stop there. She took out a sharp knife from her space and neatly made a cross on the swollen wound. She squeezed out the black blood until bright red blood flowed out. Then she grabbed a handful of hemostatic herbs from the side, chewed them up, and applied them to the wound.

After doing all this, she clapped her hands and turned her attention back to the ginseng with five leaves.

Tie a red string to the top of the reed and use a bamboo stick to gently loosen the soil.

Although its body had shrunk, the stability of its hands remained top-notch. Every single ginseng root, as thin as a spider's thread, was perfectly preserved, without even a scratch.

Ten minutes later, a perfectly shaped old ginseng root lay in Meng Yaya's palm.

"With this quality, it's worth at least two sleeper tickets and a new set of clothes." Meng Yaya happily wrapped the ginseng in moss and put it at the bottom of her basket.

Just then, a noise came from behind.

"Cough cough... water..."

The old man woke up.

Sun Shouzhen opened his eyes with difficulty, and his first reaction was to touch his leg; it was still there.

The swelling had subsided considerably, and the agonizing numbness was gone; the wound even felt a bit cool.

"It's alive?"

Sun Shouzhen was stunned. As a renowned martial arts expert in Beijing, he naturally knew how potent the venom of the five-step snake was. In this remote mountain forest where medical resources were scarce, being bitten was basically a death sentence; how could he possibly recover so quickly?

"Get up and settle the bill when you wake up."

A childish yet mature voice interrupted his daze.

Sun Shouzhen looked in the direction of the sound and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Just a few steps away, a three-year-old girl dressed in patched clothes sat on a large rock. In her hand, she held a bloodstained knife and skillfully skinned a five-step snake.

His movements were fluid, fast, accurate, and ruthless, like those of a seasoned butcher who had been at it for decades, not at all like a child.

"You..." Sun Shouzhen propped himself up and sat up, his voice hoarse, "You saved me?"

"Is there a third living person here besides you and me?" Meng Yaya asked without looking up. "Or do you think that snake had a change of heart and sucked the venom back in?"

Sun Shouzhen was momentarily speechless. Why did this kid speak like he'd swallowed gunpowder?

But as he looked at the snake carcass on the ground and then at the herbs applied to his legs, a wave of horror crashed over him.

Are those herbs Lobelia chinensis and Paris polyphylla?

These two herbs can indeed detoxify snake venom, but they're not that effective! Moreover, the way the bandage was applied and the way the knot was tied was the long-lost "Dragon Lock Knot," which can prevent the wound from reopening to the greatest extent.

"Little kid, where are your parents?" Sun Shouzhen didn't believe that a child could have done this; there must be a reclusive master in the area.

"Dead." Meng Yaya tossed the skinned snake meat into her basket, wrapping the snake gall bladder in a leaf. "Stop talking nonsense, old man. To save you, I wasted... our family's secret medicine. How are we going to settle this score?"

She turned her head, her clear black and white eyes staring intently at Sun Shouzhen.

Sun Shouzhen felt a chill run down his spine under that gaze. This wasn't the look of a child; it was clearly the look of a creditor.

He gave a wry smile, searched all his pockets, and finally pulled out only two crumpled pieces of fruit candy and a fountain pen.

"I...I have no money right now." Sun Shouzhen was somewhat embarrassed. A national champion had fallen so low that he couldn't even afford to pay for medical treatment. "I was sent here for reform through labor, and I have nothing of value."

Meng Yaya pouted and glanced at the two pieces of candy with disdain.

He really is a poor wretch.

but……

"Are you a doctor?" Meng Yaya pointed to his well-maintained hands.

Sun Shouzhen was taken aback, and subconsciously straightened his back, a pride etched into his bones: "Indeed, I am Sun Shouzhen, a physician for forty years..."

"Alright, a title is worthless." Meng Yaya interrupted his self-introduction, picked up her basket, and said, "Since you have no money, then repay me with your body."

"Cough cough cough!" Sun Shouzhen nearly choked on his own saliva. "What did you say?"

"I'm going on a long trip, and I need someone to carry my bags and help my mom with her health." Meng Yaya walked up to him, looking down at him. "I gave you my life, so working for me for a year isn't too much to ask, is it?"

Sun Shouzhen looked at the little bean sprout in front of him, who wasn't even as tall as his leg, and laughed in exasperation.

In the capital, he was a figure so powerful that countless people would beg for his medical treatment and still couldn't get an appointment. Yet here in this remote mountain village, he was conscripted by a three-year-old toddler.

"Little kid, do you know who I am? Do you know how many people outside want to hire me...?"

"Then you should try not to get bitten by a snake," Meng Yaya said, killing the conversation with her words.

Sun Shouzhen: "..."

"Just tell me if you're going to do it or not," Meng Yaya said impatiently, glancing at the sun. "If you don't, I'll leave you here. That snake smells terrible; if the wolves come, it'll be a good meal for them."

Sun Shouzhen looked at the gloomy woods around him, and then at the little girl's "I mean what I say" expression.

He believed that the girl was absolutely capable of doing it.

"Fine, I'll do it!" Sun Shouzhen puffed out his beard and glared, thinking of how this once-renowned doctor had fallen from grace and was now being bullied by dogs... no, by children!

"make a deal."

Meng Yaya nodded in satisfaction.

She took the wrapped ginseng from her basket and waved it in front of Sun Shouzhen.

"Since you're a long-term laborer, you have to work. You should know where to sell this for a good price, right?"

Sun Shouzhen was still sulking, but when that fresh root flashed before his eyes, his eyes widened instantly.

He pounced suddenly, his movements so agile that he didn't seem like an old man who had just been poisoned by a snake.

"This...this rhizome, these pearl-like spots...this is a wild ginseng with five-grade leaves?!"

Sun Shouzhen held the ginseng in his hands, which were trembling with excitement at seeing a rare find.

But what shocked him even more was the state in which the ginseng was unearthed.

His beard and hair were undamaged, and even the finest hair roots still carried the moisture from the original soil. This digging technique was something even his old friend, who had been collecting herbs for decades, might not be able to do!

Could a three-year-old child have dug this out?

Sun Shouzhen suddenly looked up and stared intently at Meng Yaya, his gaze burning as if he were looking at an uncarved piece of jade.

"Girl, who taught you how to dig for ginseng?"

Meng Yaya frowned, snatched the ginseng back, and stuffed it into her basket.

"What kind of skill is that? It looks like a radish, and you just pull it out without thinking."

Sun Shouzhen's lips twitched.

Did you just pull it out casually?

How can you pull up a radish without touching any roots or even breaking the skin? That clearly shows an extreme familiarity with plant structures, and even a talent for sensing the direction of the root system!

"If you don't want to talk about it, then don't." Sun Shouzhen took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

He watched the small figure ahead of him, carrying a basket on his back and striding arrogantly down the mountain, and his eyes gradually became complicated.

Detoxifying snake venom, skinning snakes, digging up old ginseng... and that same composure and fierce determination he showed in the face of danger.

When did such a monster emerge from Mengjia Village?

"Hey, farmhand, keep up!" Meng Yaya called out from ahead. "If you're slow, we won't feed you."

Sun Shouzhen stood up, leaning against a tree, and patted the dirt off his bottom. Instead of being angry, he grinned.

No matter what kind of deity this girl was reincarnated from, it would be a waste of her talents if no one taught her!

"Coming! Coming! What's the rush!"

Sun Shouzhen followed after him, limping.

He had no idea that by taking that step, he had not only sold himself out, but also embarked on the most glorious pirate ship of his life.

As for Meng Yaya, she was plotting how to squeeze every last drop of value out of the old man.

The old man and the young boy, each with their own thoughts, walked out of the mountains in the afterglow of the setting sun.

As soon as we arrived at the village entrance, we saw that the Meng family's courtyard was surrounded by a large crowd, even more lively than the farce that had occurred that morning.

"Lin Wanrou! You shameless slut! Since you want to sever ties, hand over the house!"

Wang Guifen's shrill, raspy voice was extremely penetrating.

"And that little bastard, he must have been carried off by wolves in the mountains! You occupy such a big house all by yourself, aren't you afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night!"

Lin Wanrou was blocked at the door by a group of people. She was tightly gripping a broom in her hand, trembling all over, but she did not back down an inch.

Meng Yaya stopped and played with a pebble in her hand, a cold smile creeping onto her lips.

These flies really don't learn their lesson.

"Worker, keep an eye on the goods."

Meng Yaya put the basket on the ground and stretched her wrists.

Looking at the small figure that wasn't even as tall as the stove, Sun Shouzhen suddenly sensed an aura of overwhelming power in that slender back, as if a thousand armies would flee from a white-robed figure.

"Girl, what are you doing?"

"Demolish the house."