A divine healer, a general, a young marquis! Who can rival them!

A tall tree catches the wind, and when the wind comes, it comes quickly.

The next day at noon, the village chief came into the house again, leaning on his cane.

Seeing that old face, Yang Hu's heart clenched again.

The last time the village chief showed his old face was because he was begging him to sit in court.

This is another "great thing" – but who knows what trouble might follow?

"Village chief, please speak slowly." He poured the old man another cup of tea.

The village chief didn't care about any of that; he first pulled a new red silk ribbon out of his pocket.

It was shaken open with a whoosh.

The words "Yang Ji" were crookedly printed on the red silk.

"Several skillful women in the village made it for me overnight," the village chief laughed. "Tomorrow, find an auspicious time to hang up the sign for your medical tent. Also, throw a small banquet so the whole village can come and congratulate you!"

Yang Hu was stunned for a moment.

I thought it was a threat to my life.

"This is too much trouble."

"What's the trouble?" The village chief handed him the red silk. "You saved Stone's mother and Gousheng. The lives of everyone in the village will depend on you from now on. It's only right that you hang up a sign."

Yang Hu held the red silk ribbon, speechless.

This is the first time in my two lifetimes that I've been cherished like this.

That awkwardness has been resolved.

"Then I thank all my neighbors."

"Oh, that's more like it!" The village chief slapped his thigh, beaming with delight.

This news caused an uproar.

Immediately, several elderly people, leaning on their canes, came over to offer their congratulations.

They brought a basket of freshly picked wild fruits.

He was carrying two large pieces of cured meat.

Some elderly women whose coughs had been cured held his hand, crying and sniffling, calling him a living Buddha.

Yang Hu dealt with them one by one, but he was somewhat overwhelmed by the hot, humid atmosphere.

Stone Brother was the first to rush over, his burly frame pushing through the crowd and punching Yang Hu in the shoulder, almost knocking him to the ground.

"Dr. Yang!!"

"Tomorrow we'll put up a sign that says, 'I'll chop wood, boil water, and serve you.' Anyone who dares to mess with you, I'll be the first to beat them to a pulp!"

That loud voice could be heard throughout half the village.

Yang Hu rubbed his sore shoulder, feeling both amused and exasperated, and could only let him be.

The village chief stood to one side, seemingly having thought of something, and began to speak mysteriously.

"Well, there's something else important. This morning, Manager Sun from Jirentang in town personally came to my door."

"Jirentang? The town's pharmacy?" Yang Hu raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't that right?" the village chief said mysteriously. "They heard about Gousheng's story and came all the way back to our village to see your 'Doctor Yang who can call back souls.' They're waiting at the village entrance right now."

Yang Hu understood immediately; fame was just that thing.

It floated away, and it arrived much faster than I expected.

Manager Sun was in his forties, with a gaunt and thin appearance, and dressed in an elegant long gown.

He was just an ordinary medicine doctor, only slightly more knowledgeable about medicine than Yang Hu.

Upon entering the courtyard, his eyes immediately fell upon Yang Hu, scrutinizing the newly installed medicine cabinets with a condescending and disdainful air.

"I've heard that Doctor Yang saved an old woman from vomiting with a spoonful of rice porridge and calmed a child's cramps with a few silver needles," said Manager Sun, holding his bowl, unhurriedly. "Even in the countryside, such feats are rare!"

Though he spoke politely, his arrogance of "what's a country doctor compared to me?" was imperceptible.

Yang Hu didn't reply.

He only glanced at the servant following behind.

The servant lowered his head, secretly rubbing his right lower back with one hand. His face was pale and his lips were bloodless.

"That young servant, Manager Sun," Yang Hu said leisurely, "has a chronic back problem that he's had for years. He can't bend over on cloudy days, and the pain keeps him awake at night. If he keeps going like this, he won't be able to lift loads in the future."

Manager Sun, holding the tea, froze.

The servant suddenly raised his head, his face showing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"Dr...Doctor, how did you know?"

Yang Hu smiled broadly.

What kind of supernatural powers does it actually possess?

The way the servant was massaging his waist and the way he walked with a limp indicated an old injury that he was reluctant to properly care for.

If you put him in his original situation, it would be called an occupational hazard, which is perfectly normal.

But this cannot be revealed!

Ordering it is fine, but the scariest thing is...

The slight disdain on Manager Sun's face vanished instantly.

"Dr. Yang has a keen eye!" He stood up, bowed slightly, and this time was genuinely polite: "To be honest, Dr. Yang, I, Mr. Sun, have come here today to discuss a business matter with you."

Only then did he reveal his purpose:

Jirentang, located in this small town, lacks reliable prescriptions and ready-made medicines.

Manager Sun wanted to do long-term business with Yang Hu. He would provide the best medicinal herbs, and Ji Rentang would buy all of Yang Hu's prepared medicines for preventing and treating epidemics. The price was negotiable.

"The doctor will handle the prescriptions, and I, Sun, will take full responsibility for all other sales costs," Manager Sun said sincerely, pulling out a small silver ingot on the spot: "This is a deposit, to be held by the doctor first."

Yang Hu did not move.

He first subtly lowered the price, then added two rules: the medicinal materials had to be inspected, and Jirentang would bear the responsibility if the finished medicine spoiled.

Manager Sun agreed to all of them, and only then did he nod.

Manager Sun thanked him profusely and made a long journey. He said he would come back in three or four days to pick up the first batch of medicine.

Yang Hu escorted the man to the edge of the village, watching him walk further and further away, but he was not entirely sure.

Jirentang had a sign in the town. After Manager Sun's trip, within a few days, the news that "there is a Doctor Yang in Maocao Village outside the city" spread along the trade route to the town and then to the city.

Reputation is a good thing.

It can be exchanged for money, and it can be used to make friends with good people.

Unfortunately, his fame was too great, and those who set their sights on him were not necessarily all kind-hearted masters like Manager Sun.

He subconsciously turned around and glanced at the dilapidated courtyard where he had hidden Qin Ying.

Don't shave too fast.

As soon as the person left, Lu Rou started fiddling with her abacus and came closer, her eyes sparkling.

"My lord, let's use this deposit to cultivate that wasteland in our backyard and grow medicinal herbs!"

"Plant a medicinal herb garden, find some helpers, and get a couple of good ingredients."

Yang Hu caught the silver ingot and weighed it in his hand. "Keep the rest for when you need it."

Lu Yan was standing to the side arranging the medicine when she heard him say that. She looked up and smiled as she made plans for him.

"The area in the backyard faces west and is perfect for planting honeysuckle and perilla. We'll also set aside a section there specifically for planting some of the good medicines that my husband often uses, so that we won't shortchange him when he needs to get the medicine."

She spoke eloquently, as if the clinic belonged to her!

"What about the backyard shed construction and land clearing?"

Lu Rou interrupted, cracking her fingers in the air, "We found someone to do it. The two boys from Old Li's widow's house in the east of the village are idle, and the wages aren't high."

"We'll need to hire a specialist in medicine to look after the herb garden," Lu Yan said.

The two girls started chattering away, and from that one ingot of deposit, they managed to come up with three or five things.

Yang Hu sat there listening to the two talking animatedly, without saying a word or interrupting.

Lu Yan is in charge of the medicine, Lu Rou is in charge of the accounts, and Qin Ying is unable to show her face, but she can help out as her injuries have improved.

This dilapidated courtyard is actually starting to look like a home!

Looking at the people in the room, each busy with their own things and their own thoughts, the feeling of peace in his heart grew heavier and heavier...

Before the money could even be properly held, a significant amount was already thrown away!

A lot of money has come in from this courtyard, but he still lives a very frugal life.

However, Yang Hu didn't mind; he found motivation in the tight budget.

While Yang Hu was still considering how to open his medicinal herb garden, the gate of the courtyard was kicked open with a "bang".

Fatty Wang poked his chubby face in first, a smug, self-satisfied smile on his face, and then another person followed him in.

The man was wearing a faded blue military jacket and had a broad-bladed knife hanging at his waist.

His face was full of fat, and his eyes darted around the courtyard as if everything here belonged to him!

"Wow, Dr. Yang's struck it rich!"

Fatty Wang forced a smile and drawled out his words.