Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

The guards didn't say anything and let Miao Zhiming and the others in.

We entered the county town.

Wu Zhen first gave orders to the soldiers guarding the city, instructing them not to stop Miao Zhiming and his group from leaving, no matter what happened.

Then, he cautiously asked Miao Zhiming, "Shall we part ways here?"

Although he could now say he was on Wuzhen's territory, the events that had been hanging in the balance were still fresh in his mind, so Wuzhen dared not be arrogant in the slightest.

"Of course," Miao Zhiming continued, "but Lord Wu, don't forget what Immortal Lord Bai instructed us to do!"

"How dare I? How dare I?"

With a mournful face, Wu Zhen bowed to Miao Zhiming and the others before leaving.

"As expected of Immortal Lord Bai, his methods are so skillful that he can even influence someone like Wu Zhen, making him so humble."

A militiaman familiar with Wu Zhen's character sighed, then continued, "It's a pity that those who returned from the Immortal Lord's place, no matter how we ask them, refuse to say what happened back then."

"I don't know, but I'm sure of one thing: they must have eaten a lot of immortal fish at the Immortal Lord's place, otherwise they wouldn't feel nauseous just looking at fish. They didn't have this problem before."

"Oh? That's great! I want to eat fish until I'm sick of it too."

Having overheard a conversation between militiamen, Miao Zhiming glanced at the militiaman who was expressing envy.

No, you wouldn't think that.

"Do you still remember the plans I gave you before?" Miao Zhiming looked away and asked the group.

Seeing that they all nodded, Miao Zhiming said solemnly, "Alright, let's split up now and meet back here after we've finished our business."

"Yes!"

The crowd dispersed, leaving dozens of people to guard the weapons. With Wu Zhen's instructions, the guards did not dare to make things difficult and even took the initiative to explain the situation to the patrolling soldiers.

Among them, Ji Xing'an's speed was undoubtedly the fastest.

He traveled east and west, taking several detours, and the sights along the way only deepened his worries.

Liu Ping followed closely behind Ji Xing'an, his face grave as he surveyed the city.

Houses and shops were damaged everywhere, various discarded items were scattered in the corners of the streets, and there were dried bloodstains on the ground.

Even in the busiest markets on weekdays, most of the shops were closed, and a sense of panic and unease still permeated the air. There were very few pedestrians on the streets, and everyone was in a hurry, looking flustered, as if someone was chasing them.

Now, the people in the city are severely weakened and so poor that they can't even afford to eat.

The restaurants, though damaged, were still open and filled with elegantly dressed nobles who were eating meat, drinking wine, listening to tunes, and cursing Bai Shui Wang Er loudly enough for anyone passing by.

Droughts affect the common people, those who go hungry, but not the high-ranking officials and nobles.

On the contrary, the more severe the drought, the more people hoard grain, and the higher the grain price rises. After all, it's not them who can't afford the grain.

Although the silver is gone, their businesses are still there, and they will recover in a few days.

Soldiers would pass by every now and then, scrutinizing every pedestrian on the road.

Faint, mournful cries could be heard coming from inside the broken door.

It was completely opposite to the atmosphere of Liujia Village.

Is this still the Chengcheng he remembers? Every time he comes, Chengcheng becomes more dilapidated.

"If it weren't for Immortal Lord Bai's protection, our Liu Family Village would probably be in even worse shape."

Liu Ping murmured to himself, feeling his hands and feet were ice-cold, and he was overjoyed.

Thankfully, Bai Xianjun is here!

Ji Xing'an, on the other hand, could only feel anxious.

Father, please don't let anything happen to you! You haven't even seen the Immortal Lord yet!

After wandering around for a while, Ji Xing'an finally arrived at the entrance of the alley where the Ancient Herbal Hall was located, where a few people were sparsely lined up for consultations.

Those people were almost all emaciated, with their bellies tucked up, leaning against the wall.

Ji Mingzhi's voice came from inside the Ancient Thatched Cottage.

"Oh, it's not that I don't want to prescribe it for you, but this prescription can only cure the illness, not satisfy your hunger. No matter how much you eat, it won't work!"

"Mr. Ji, please prescribe some medicine for me. I'm really sick. My stomach is burning up, and I only have enough money for the medicine. Please, have mercy and prescribe some medicine for me!"

"Sigh~"

After rummaging through drawers and cabinets, Ji Mingzhi said helplessly, "Take these, go back and simmer them for half an hour before taking them. Next!"

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ji! Thank you so much, Mr. Ji!"

Hearing the weary voice, Ji Xing'an strode into the hall and called out loudly, "Father!"

"Ah! Xing'an's back? Good lad, you've come at the right time. Come over and help me take a look at my patient, let's test if your medical skills have declined."

Ji Mingzhi looked up with delight, his previously furrowed brows relaxing. He smiled and said, "Young man, I'll trouble you to wait a moment."

"I'm fine, you guys go about your business, don't worry about me," Liu Ping said with a simple smile, and walked to sit down on a chair.

"good!"

Ji Xing'an walked to the medicine cabinet and helped with the diagnosis and dispensing of medicine. He quickly finished seeing all the patients at the door.

Before anyone came over, Ji Mingzhi closed the door tightly.

"Father, what happened to your hand?" Ji Xing'an couldn't help but ask.

He had noticed a distinct scar on Ji Mingzhi's hand when he went to get the medicine earlier.

"Ah, a group of people came in and robbed us. Taking some silver would have been one thing, but they actually ransacked the medicine cabinet, scattering the herbs everywhere. I rushed to stop them and got scratched." Ji Mingzhi said unconcernedly, "But thankfully, the herbs weren't seriously damaged!"

Ji Xing'an quickly took out the dried fish and grilled fish, handed them to Ji Mingzhi, and said with red eyes, "Dad, you eat these, and eat the grilled fish last."

"Could it be that this fish, like that divine fruit before, can regenerate bones and bring the dead back to life?" Ji Mingzhi couldn't help but ask.

Knowing his father's temperament, Ji Xing'an said before he could even speak, "This divine fish was a gift from the Immortal Lord. I have quite a few left. It truly has the effect of reviving the dead and restoring life. Father, you should eat it. Don't think about leaving it for others. This was bestowed by the Immortal Lord; how could you just hand it over to someone else?"

"Well, alright." Ji Mingzhi hesitated for a long time after hearing this, but still ate it.

Looking at the rapidly healing scar, he exclaimed, "It truly lives up to its reputation as a divine object; its effects are indeed miraculous."

Finally, Ji Mingzhi paused, his voice trembling slightly, and asked, "Have you seen that miraculous cure for all diseases?"