Old Man Zhao, the legendary healer of Xinghua Village!

"I told you you couldn't do it, but you insisted on showing off... Let me help you. It's no big deal to help you water the fields, it's just a trivial matter."

As he spoke, Zhao Dazhu grabbed his shovel and stepped into Wang Caixia's farmland.

With a single shovel strike, he turned over a large clump of mud, which snapped shut at the water outlet, instantly diverting the murky water to the nearby ditch.

This simple, direct, and efficient action was worlds apart from Wang Caixia's earlier performance.

Wang Caixia was too embarrassed to say anything more. She stood shyly by the roadside, watching Zhao Dazhu water the fields for her with her lips pursed.

After a long time, Wang Caixia finally relaxed and said, "These kinds of rough and tiring jobs are definitely better left to men. Even you, an old man, are better than me, a woman."

"Isn't that obvious? I may be old, but I'm still very strong. You can't compare to me," Zhao Dazhu said with a smile.

Suddenly, a village woman in her forties carrying a vegetable basket passed by.

Seeing Zhao Dazhu standing in Wang Caixia's field irrigating the land, and with Wang Caixia there as well, she immediately understood what was going on.

So she said with a smile, "Oh, Old Zhao, are you helping Caixia water the fields?"

"She can't do this job, so I'll help her," Zhao Dazhu said.

The village woman scoffed and said, "If you're so kind, why didn't you help me when I was watering the fields yesterday?"

"You're not without a man, go ask your man for help," Zhao Dazhu said irritably.

The village woman continued, "Stop pretending. I can tell you've taken a fancy to that widow Caixia, that's why you're rushing to help her."

When the village woman said this, Zhao Dazhu didn't react much, but Wang Caixia was so embarrassed that she almost didn't dare to look up at people.

"Can you shut your stinking mouth?" Zhao Dazhu said, glaring at him.

"I was just joking, why are you so excited? Did I hit the nail on the head? But speaking of which, Caixia is a widow, and you, Zhao Laolv, don't have a partner. You two would actually be a good match, except you're much older..." the village woman chattered on.

Zhao Dazhu raised his shovel as if to hit her, and the village woman finally ran away laughing.

Wang Caixia could no longer bear the embarrassment.

She rubbed her hands together, picked up the shovel, and said, "Maybe I should just forget about it. Don't help me. I'll do it myself. Otherwise, the villagers will gossip."

"She was just joking, don't take it to heart. Besides, I've already helped you, how can I give up halfway?" Zhao Dazhu insisted.

Wang Caixia wanted to say something more, but she was too embarrassed to say it, so she had a hesitant expression on her face.

Zhao Dazhu thought for a moment and then said, "Forget it, don't stand here anymore, go home quickly. After I finish watering your fields, I'll water my own, don't worry."

"How can I leave when you're helping me here?" Wang Caixia said shyly.

"What's there to be embarrassed about? If I tell you to leave, you should leave. I feel uncomfortable with you watching me here!" Zhao Dazhu said, emphasizing his words.

Having no other choice, Wang Caixia picked up her shovel and left, looking back every few steps.

After Wang Caixia left, Zhao Dazhu watered the land even faster. In less than half an hour, he had watered all of Wang Caixia's more than one mu of land, and then he watered his own farmland.

The effects of the quick-growth elixir are truly remarkable. I didn't check on it overnight, and the cherry tomato vines in the field had grown much taller.

Judging from this rate, the cherry tomatoes may be ready for harvest in just one month!

Zhao Dazhu was full of energy, as if he had inexhaustible strength.

He could almost picture his cherry tomato harvest going to a great height, fetching a good price!

It wasn't until noon that Zhao Dazhu finally returned home carrying his shovel.

He turned on the tap in the yard, and a torrent of clear water gushed out, washing the mud off the shovel and his two rain boots.

Then Zhao Dazhu stood barefoot in the cement courtyard and scooped up a handful of water to pour on his face.

After working in the fields under the scorching sun all morning, Zhao Dazhu was covered in sweat. Now, he was washing and wiping himself with cool tap water in the yard, which felt incredibly refreshing.

Be careful not to catch a cold.

Li Yujiao came out of the house and stood under the eaves, speaking to Zhao Dazhu.

Zhao Dazhu chuckled and said, "I'm in great health, how could I possibly catch a cold? Yu Jiao, don't worry about it."

"You think you're still young? You're over fifty years old, you need to be careful," Li Yujiao said with a smile.

"I may be old, but I'm young at heart..."

Before Zhao Dazhu could finish speaking, a burnt smell came from the air.

Li Yujiao smelled it too, her expression changed, and she hurriedly went into the house and ran towards the kitchen.

The next moment, Li Yujiao's voice came from the kitchen: "The food I cooked is burnt..."

Zhao Dazhu couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Looking out the window at Li Yujiao busily working in the kitchen, Zhao Dazhu felt a great sense of accomplishment and even a feeling of happiness.

He had been a bachelor his whole life, and his family was basically all alone, so it was extremely lonely on weekdays.

But now that Li Yujiao is here, that cold and desolate feeling has disappeared, replaced by liveliness and a lively atmosphere.

Zhao Dazhu even thought, how wonderful it would be if things could continue like this forever?

Li Yujiao had already called for dinner from inside the house, so Zhao Dazhu stopped lingering in the yard.

As soon as he entered the house, he saw several plates of stir-fried dishes on the table: scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts, stewed cabbage with glass noodles, stir-fried pork with chili peppers... all of which were his favorite dishes!

Just looking at these plates of dishes that looked and smelled delicious made Zhao Dazhu feel his appetite whetted, and his mouth was practically watering.

"The stir-fried garlic sprouts with pork is a little burnt, but you'll have to make do with it," Li Yujiao said, handing the chopsticks to Zhao Dazhu.

Zhao Dazhu, of course, wasn't picky. He cheerfully replied, "It's okay, it's burnt. I love the aroma of burnt bits."

Upon hearing Zhao Dazhu say this, Li Yujiao couldn't help but think of Wang Jianguo.

A while ago, she accidentally burned a dish while cooking. Unlike Zhao Dazhu, Wang Jianguo didn't laugh it off. Instead, he beat her up without saying a word.

At this moment, comparing the two men side by side, Li Yujiao felt that Wang Jianguo was not human, and not even a thing.

"What are you thinking about? Eat quickly, while it's hot," Zhao Dazhu urged, and enthusiastically served Li Yujiao some food.

Li Yujiao nodded, no longer thinking about Wang Jianguo, and had lunch with Zhao Dazhu, chatting and laughing.

Unexpectedly, a knock came at the door.