Achieving physical sainthood starting from Hunyuan Gong

Chapter 36 Unpredictable Ambushes

June.

Pale white clouds rolled in from the east, and a light drizzle fell from the sky.

The rainy season, the damp rainy season.

A vast expanse of fertile medicinal fields unfolds before your eyes.

Song Shen sat by the river wearing a rain hat, watching the herb farmers carefully tend to the medicinal herbs.

The Cao family controlled the entire pharmaceutical industry chain, from planting medicinal herbs to processing them and then manufacturing them.

Farming is hard work.

Many reclusive people's ideal of picking chrysanthemums by the eastern fence and leisurely gazing at the southern mountains may just be a fleeting moment in the midst of busy farm work. True rural life is simply facing the yellow earth and turning one's back to the sky, devoid of any poetic sentiment.

The herbalists in the Huang family were the most hardworking of all, working tirelessly from spring to winter every year.

The cultivation and management of medicinal herbs are extremely meticulous, and the requirements for water source control, weeding, fertilization and maintenance are extremely strict.

In June, medicinal herbs such as blood-fire grain, lychee, and nectarine need to be harvested, while July is the harvest season for precious medicinal herbs such as quince, red beans, and jade mushrooms. Everyone must be on high alert at all times.

None of the fishermen and herb farmers were not exhausted. Song Shen instructed, "Make some meat for everyone tonight, so that everyone can eat their fill and have the energy to work."

"Master Song is indeed compassionate. He's willing to feed these servants well."

The guard, Hu Yan, smiled kindly.

This man is Hu's nephew. He has a square head, big ears, and small eyes. He always has a smiling face. After Duan Chong left, he took his place.

Hu Yan's martial arts skills weren't particularly strong, yet he managed to become a first-class bodyguard. Needless to say, Song Shen knew that this guy had risen to his position through flattery and praise.

"Don't forget, you and I are slaves too."

The soul from another world could not tolerate Hu Yan's arrogant attitude.

Sensing Song Shen's sharp gaze, Hu Yan lowered his eyes and said, "What Master Song says is true. I misspoke. In the end, you and I are just like them, doing our duty for the prosperity of our master."

We need to be wary of Hu Yan.

Song Shen adjusted his rain hat, thinking to himself that Hu Yan was around forty years old, and that someone of that age wouldn't admit his mistake so easily.

The humility and kindness she displayed were merely an act.

"Master Song, yesterday's accounts have been recorded. Why don't you go and take a look?"

Hu Yan took the initiative to speak.

Song Shen nodded slightly and said, "Then let's take a look."

Water droplets pattered down from the shallow grass at my feet, completely soaking my straw sandals.

Stepping across the ridges of the field, Song Shenqian smiled and said, "I never expected Master Hu to be so upright."

Hu Yan was sent over, and he rarely interfered in guard duties, but he was deeply involved in harvest and accounting management. Because he was proficient in this, he quickly took the lead.

However, after he finished the accounts, he would thoughtfully invite Song Shen to check them carefully every now and then, showing a very upright attitude.

Hu Yan said sincerely, "It seems that Master Song has misunderstood me. Although I was recommended by the eldest young master, while you serve under the third young lady, there are rumors in the manor that the eldest young master and the third young lady are at odds. But we are just serving our own masters. In the end, as you just said, we are all just servants, like these herb farmers who have to work even in the rain. We are all just doing our best for our masters. Why should we, as lackeys, make things difficult for each other?"

"Master Hu is truly a wise and sensible person; I admire him."

Song Shen also said.

Hu Yan immediately responded with flattery.

Amidst their conversation, the two arrived at the accounting office.

Song Shen sat down and slowly flipped through the account book, while Hu Yan waited patiently, as if he could wait a lifetime without getting impatient.

"What do you think, Master Song?"

Seeing Song Shen stop flipping through the book, Hu Yan asked with a smile.

Song Shen scratched his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed and flustered. They recognized me, but I didn't recognize them, despite their crooked and messy handwriting.

Hu Yan laughed and said, "I'll ask Lao Zhang to take a look at you later, but if there's anything you don't know, you can ask me directly. I'm just afraid you don't trust me."

Song Shen looked timid and guilty, and said, "As you know, Master Hu, I was sold to my master's family when I was young. At first, I was just a servant, working all day long. I never attended a private school. Although I have been cramming recently, I can only recognize a few words. As for the Longmen Account, I really..."

Hu Yan sighed deeply, "We are both servants. I only learned a little arithmetic because my uncle forced me to take a ruler with him every day since I was a child. Being beaten three times a day was already considered a privilege. But compared to what Master Song has experienced... sigh, Master Song, if there is anything you don't know, feel free to ask. I will definitely tell you everything I know."

"For example, how are the input and output calculated here...?"

Hu Yan patiently and meticulously explained the details of the accounts to Song Shen, but after a while, Song Shen said with a wry smile, "Let Mr. Zhang take a look later."

Mr. Zhang, Zhang Shoucai, was the bookkeeper brought by Cao Yu.

After a short while, Mr. Zhang carefully read through the document and smiled, "Mr. Hu remembers things in great detail; I admire you."

Song Shen asked, "Any questions, Mr. Zhang?"

"No problem at all." Mr. Zhang stroked his long beard.

Song Shen said with relief, "That's good. Let's continue to supervise the farming."

The group ventured into the rain and continued their patrol across the vast plains.

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Name: Song Shen

[Talent: One certificate proves it forever]

Skills: Boatmanship (Grandmaster 92%); Swimming (Expert 88%); Tracking (Expert 95%); Strategizing (Expert 82%)

Martial Arts: Hunyuan Gong (Third Level 81%+); Zhuifeng Daofa (Unified 72%+); Kuanglei Daofa (Penetrating 93%+); Jinglong Bufa (Grand 61%+)

[Path Fruit: None]

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"Those two bastards teamed up to scam me; their hearts are rotten to the core."

If these two people knew that Song Shen had studied mathematics for more than ten years in his previous life and scored high on the postgraduate entrance examination in mathematics, they would probably regret their actions.

With Song Shen's foundation, learning arithmetic was a piece of cake, and he naturally saw through the fake accounts that the two thought were well hidden.

These two bastards thought Song Shen was illiterate. They thought he had already put in a lot of effort to barely recognize the martial arts manual, let alone this complicated Dragon Gate Tent.

The only solution now is to pretend to be from the Tang Dynasty.

Song Shen wasn't in a hurry to expose them, since he hadn't fully figured out all their tricks yet.

As they were walking, a tall, burly man came running up, panting, and said, "Master Song, the Huang family has cut off our upstream reservoir. They have a lot of people on their side. Why don't you go and take a look?"

Hu Yan strode forward and said, "Master Song, would you like me to go take a look with you?"

Song Shen frowned and said, "No need. You stay here and guard the place. If anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible. I'll go check on things."

"Lead the way."

Song Shen pointed at the man.

"Please come with me."

The farmer strode through the rain, knowing that now was the most crucial time to fill the fields with water during the rainy season. Otherwise, if there was a prolonged drought, the medicinal herb fields would be in serious trouble.

At the end of the fertile fields, hills rise on both sides of the river.

The reservoir was in a distant valley. Song Shen had just stepped onto the hillside when the farmer leading the way suddenly disappeared into the bushes and ran away without looking back.

The wind howls, the rain falls heavily.

Song Shen stood silently alone.

His large hand slowly reached for the hilt of the knife.

Three men dressed in straw raincoats and wearing bamboo hats strolled out of the bushes.

One person said, "The weather is nice."

Another person said, "Yes, it's very cool."

The last person said, "Perfect for giving as a gift."

Song Shen listened quietly to their conversation until this moment, then opened his arms to them and said in a welcoming tone, "Come on in."