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The medicinal herb garden has just started construction, and the seedlings have only just been planted in the fields. How could they have grown so quickly?

Let Sun's family supply the best medicinal herbs for the clinic.

On that day, Old Manager Sun sent someone to inform them.

A batch of high-quality angelica and astragalus, along with medicinal seeds and farm tools ordered by Yang Ji, were put together in a truck and sent to the medicinal herb garden in the north of the city.

The two old men from the Sun family were escorting the two carts.

Yang Hugang wanted to go to the medicinal herb garden to check on the seedlings, so he decided to hitch a ride there as well.

The waiter's face darkened as soon as he heard they were going north.

"Dr. Yang, this road... isn't good." The shop assistant rubbed his hands together and lowered his voice: "Those people on the rocky hill have been targeting our medicine carts lately. A few days ago, a cartload of medicine belonging to Ma's family in the west of the city was robbed at the fork in the road. The driver was stabbed and hasn't woken up yet."

Another fellow shook his head, saying that they wouldn't take the official road to the east.

However, the road to the east takes three more days to travel and involves passing through several checkpoints along the way, which is also quite troublesome.

Yang Hu didn't want to make any decisions.

Liu Ye was also summoned.

Liu Ye has been frequently visiting the medicinal herb garden in the north of the city lately, and she knows the terrain and landscape of that area better than anyone else.

Upon hearing that they were going north, their eyes lit up immediately:

"I know that road like the back of my hand." She touched the small dagger at her waist. "I know which one is narrow and which one is steep."

Qin Ying also wanted to go out.

Yang Hu originally wanted to persuade her to go back to her room. "Dead people" shouldn't be exposed to the light!

However, Qin Ying wrapped herself in a coarse cloth, wiped off the dust, and disguised herself as a woman driving a carriage. She squeezed next to the carriage shaft without saying a word.

Yang Hu glanced at her, but ultimately didn't stop her.

The convoy set off.

Heading north out of the city, the area became increasingly remote and desolate. Both sides were rocky hillsides, and the road was unusually narrow, allowing only one vehicle to pass at a time, with the mules and horses clattering loudly under their hooves.

Qin Ying sat on the carriage shaft, her eyes never idle.

Look at the high slopes on both sides, the crooked and messy rocks by the roadside, and the crows circling in the sky.

When they reached a narrow passage between two slopes, she reached out and pressed down on Yang Hu's arm:

"Stop the car." Her voice was soft. "Something bad is going to happen here."

Yang Hu was taken aback.

"It's high on both sides and narrow in the middle. Once a car goes in, it can't turn back or walk any further." Qin Ying's eyes turned cold. "It's a good place to ambush. Look at that bird, it's been circling around for ages and won't land. There are people on the slope."

She stood guard at the beacon tower on the border, a place so obvious that it was easy to spot her as a deadly hiding place.

Yang Hu didn't say much, but immediately ordered the convoy to stop and not go into the narrow passage.

Willow Leaf understood, crouched down, climbed up the side slope, circled around, and quickly returned:

"There was an ambush on the slope behind, with seven or eight people carrying knives and clubs, as well as two crossbows."

It was indeed an ambush.

The men were all terrified and turned pale.

Yang Hu was not in a hurry. Since he knew that the other party was waiting for him behind the slope, he was not in a hurry to push his car onto that narrow road. Instead, he was confident that he could take the initiative.

"Atractylodes lancea, realgar, Polygonum hydropiper, powdered medicine!" He found several packets in the car, specifically for fumigating insects and removing filth.

These medicinal materials have a pungent odor and sting the eyes. When burned, they emit thick, yellowish-white smoke.

"The wind is blowing towards the mountains," he said, and he instructed Liu Ye and his men to place the powdered medicine in a long line at the vent under the small opening.

After the smoke was emitted, it drifted up the mountain with the wind.

The group behind them, holding their breath and waiting for the convoy to pass through the mountains, were suddenly blindfolded by Xunhua's eyes. They started crying and wiping away tears, coughing and falling down the mountain one by one.

"What is this?" The burly man, who was just about to lose his temper, exhaled a mouthful of smoke into his throat and bent over to gag.

Liu Ye and his group were waiting for this moment, when the stench was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes, to take advantage of the chaos and launch a sneak attack.

She crouched low and slipped into the smoke, her short dagger flashing as she struck several men's wrists and knees, taking down four or five in the blink of an eye. She kicked the burly man, then pressed the dagger against his neck.

The two men guarding the hillside were choked by the smoke and fire, and one of them shot out a whistling arrow. It struck one of Sun's employees in the arm, cutting a gash.

Yang Hu pulled the man to the back of the truck, tied his arms, and stopped the bleeding.

"It's just a scrape, nothing serious," he said.

Just then, urgent shouts came from the other side of the mountain.

A peddler's cart was being chased and brought to a stop halfway up the mountain. The man clung tightly to the cart, unwilling to let go, and took two blows. He was on the verge of collapsing.

"Willow leaf!" Yang Hu pointed.

Liu Ye picked up a stone and threw it, knocking one down. Sun Ji's dartsmen then captured the other two in the first two moves.

The peddler came running over, stumbling and scrambling, and the woman hugged him tightly, unwilling to let go. She couldn't speak clearly, only kowtowing repeatedly.

The mountain road blockade, along with the help of others, was brought under control in less than an hour.

Liu Ye spat and pointed at the captured man, gritting her teeth: "A pack of man-eating wild dogs."

Yang Hu remained unmoved. Hundreds of desperate criminals were hiding in the rocky hills; if they, a few men, went in, they would be risking their lives.

"Protecting the cart and saving the peddler today is enough. This is not how you catch jackals," he said, squatting down to look at the burly man who had been trampled to death. "He put two fingers on his neck and pressed down neither too hard nor too lightly, and he knew which part of a person's body couldn't take it."

This group of people on the rocky hill usually guarded this line, robbing other people's trucks and letting Zhou Ji's truck pass through alone. Sometimes, people from the rocky hill would ride out on horseback, neatly loading the trucks onto donkeys and sending them to the border.

It was the same information that Liu Ye and the others had gathered.

Just like the barbarian bandits who harmed Liu Ye's father.

The line in Yang Huzi's mind became even clearer.

Weekly Journal...

Rocky Hill...

Outside the pass.

One end was linked to a major grain merchant in the city.

He shoved it into the mouth of the barbarian from beyond the Great Wall.

Among them, those who guarded the way and those who lost their lives were all dogs that watched over people's homes and property.

The real hands that keep these dogs are in a deeper place.

The convoy resumed its journey, avoiding the narrow pass and taking the other path designated by Liu Ye, safely arriving at the herb garden.

Before the convoy even entered the city, news of what had happened on the northern route had already spread.

"Doctor Yang from the east of the city has killed a group of bandits at Luanshi Ridge on the northern road!"

"Not only that! We also saved a peddler who was too slow to escape, and we even stopped his cart!"

"That doctor only knows how to cure illnesses? Those ruthless bastards at Luanshigang have given the officials a real beating!"

Inside the teahouse, everyone was talking at once.

Yang Hu recently snatched a life from a snake in the suburban herb garden; now he has wiped out the bandits in the northern route.

One thing after another, and his reputation grew.

Merchants and porters who traveled this route had all suffered terribly at the rocky hills. Now that they knew someone could keep them in check, they secretly praised Doctor Yang.

Even the city defense camp began to inquire about this increasingly renowned doctor from the east of the city.

Yang Hu, however, did not take it seriously at all.

Back at the clinic, I saw the doctor who had been shot with an arrow and had his wound treated.

That night, Qin Ying leaned against the window, looking at her small knife.

"That move today, choosing the location, hiding in the ambush!" She glanced at Yang Hu. "Expert. Your doctor skills are becoming less and less like a doctor."

"I remember all the skills you've acquired guarding the pass!" Yang Hu smiled. "They'll come in handy when the time comes."

Qin Ying lightly flicked the blade with her fingers, remaining silent.

"You really want to demolish that nest in Luanshigang?"

"Of course!" Yang Hu looked out the window towards the north of the city. "But the powerful forces behind that gang are much harder to deal with than a bunch of robbers. We can't rush it!"

Saving a cart or rescuing a peddler are small things.

After this incident, merchants, porters, and even members of the city's garrison all remembered Doctor Yang from the east of the city, who saved lives, cured illnesses, and subdued bandits.

He stopped on that road.

In the future, when collecting medicinal herbs and transporting goods, he can openly go deeper into that path.

We'll find out what's behind that rocky hill sooner or later.

This time, however, he relied on more than just his hands to save lives.