64 The King of Medicine’s Storu Asheng’s life as a carpenter was not ideal.
Now that it was a war, not many villagers were willing to spend their spare money to make furniture. And those old men from the city did not like the things Yu Asheng made.
"But I’ve also become a familiar face.”
Jiang Ming rolled up his pants and squatted in the yard. He took an ink brush and an ink bucket calmly, made a mark on the wooden board, drank a mouthful of black tea, picked up a chisel, and began to work.
It had been more than half a month since he became Carpenter Yu Asheng. Although his business was not good, he still had some minor jobs to do. In addition, he fixed the furniture for his neighbors for free on a daily basis, so he also managed to build a good reputation.
Jiang Ming was now a second-class martial artist.
He worked until noon, made a bowl of noodles with the dried vegetables given by his neighbor, and then had a good sleep after eating and drinking. When the sun was about to set, Jiang Ming took two wooden stools and walked into Old Jiang’s bar.
"Mr. Jiang, these are the two stools you wanted. I’ve placed them here,” Jiang Ming said politely and put them down.
"Let me see. Your craftsmanship is not bad.” Old Jiang trotted over and grinned from ear to ear. He handed Jiang Ming a few copper coins and said generously, “Ah Fei, pour him some wine.”
"Alright!” Ah Fei poured the wine and said, “Asheng, do you know an old man named Li Dingshan? He was a carpenter from the city back then, and his carpentry skills were really good.”
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"Who do you think I learned carpentry from?” Jiang Ming thought internally, but he shook his head on the surface, “The city is big. I’ve never heard of this Master Li.”
"Alright, that’s enough. How long has it been?” Old Jiang patted Ah Fei’s head.
The Shi family was furious about what had happened in the past, and very few people would mention it now.
Jiang Ming silently drank his wine and sighed internally. It had already been two years, but the Shi family was still as glorious as ever!
"Hahaha, I’m rich too!” Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from outside the door.
An herb gatherer covered in mud walked in happily.
"Today’s drinks are on me!” the herb gatherer waved his hand and said heroically.
Everyone did not need to ask much and congratulated him one after another. He must have picked the fire cloud grass again.
Jiang Ming also complimented him and got another mug of free wine.
However, just a moment later, there was a sudden noise outside the bar.
"Old Sun picked three of them by himself!”
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The bar was in an uproar in an instant.
"A storm is about to rise!” Jiang Ming drank the wine silently and glanced at Old Sun who came in with a face full of vigor.
"I’m afraid Old Sun has also discovered the origin of the fire cloud grass!”
As more and more fire cloud grass grew, there would definitely be people like Jiang Ming who would be lucky enough to see its origin process.
Old Sun had picked three by himself. It was unlikely that he would succeed if he only relied on luck. There was a high probability that he had discovered the fire mayfly’s secret and followed its tracks.
In the bar, after a short moment of excitement, the gazes of many herb gatherers darkened. They had discovered a lot of fire cloud grass. Could the legend of the King of Medicine be true?
Even without the King of Medicine, the growing amount of fire cloud grass would definitely attract the attention of high and mighty men.
In the past, fire cloud grass could only be found once every few months, and those old men were too lazy to waste their energy. However, things were different now. If they could get one stalk a day, they would be able to earn over a thousand taels of silver a month. Even the Wang family and the Shi family would not be able to sit still.
Moreover, if this continued, there would be more than one stalk found every day!
As for those old men who were looking for herbs, they would definitely capture these herb gatherers as their guides.
"Old Sun, I’m afraid that your reputation will soon spread all over the world after your achievement today,” Old Jiang looked at Old Sun, who was still in high spirits, and could not help but remind him.
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Old Jiang was experienced and had guessed that Old Sun must have some unique secret skill. At that time, he would probably be the first one to be captured.
Old Sun was stunned when he heard that. Then, his expression changed slightly. “Everyone, I still have something to do, so I’ll go home first.”
Then, he ran out in a hurry.
However, just as he reached the door, he bumped into a round belly and was bounced back.
"Yo, Old Sun. I heard that you’ve made a fortune. Where are you rushing to?” Zhang Zhushi was standing at the door with a smile. He was fully armored and had his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Zhang Zhushi!” Old Sun was shocked, and his face turned pale.
The bar instantly fell silent, and everyone’s expression changed.
"I should have run away earlier,” One of the herb gatherers gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, his face full of regret.
The human mind was very strange. Sometimes, the subconscious knew what was going to happen, but people always had fantasies. It was only when it really happened that they would suddenly wake up and regret it.
Zhang Zhushi was still smiling, but his tone was unquestionable. “All the herb gatherers here must follow me!”
"Sir, I still have a seriously ill mother at home.” A young man walked up and tried to reason with Zhang Zhushi.
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Zhang Zhushi pulled out half of the blade and laughed. “My fellow villagers, don’t make things difficult for us. After all, we, the Green Mountain Army, are working for the people, and it’s not good to kill people.”
Everyone’s expression changed. What did he mean? Was there a more obvious threat than this?
In just a short moment, all the herb gatherers in the bar were pushed out by a few soldiers.
Zhang Zhushi glanced at Jiang Ming and the others who remained. After confirming that there were no herb gatherers, he sheathed his sword and left with big strides.
"This calamity… I said it would come!” Old Jiang looked at the empty bar and said with emotion.
"Mr. Jiang, I’ll be leaving too!” Jiang Ming put on a look of panic and quickly left the bar.
The streets of Peace Town seemed to be more chaotic than usual. Not only the Green Mountain Army, but the Shi family, the Wang family, and even the Tiger Hunting Village were all looking for herb gatherers to make a fortune on the mountain.
Fire cloud grass was only secondary. The true goal of the various forces was naturally the King of Medicine, whose whereabouts were unknown.
"What?” Jiang Ming suddenly saw a few familiar faces. “Even you guys are here to join in the fun.”
He passed by one of them, and that person turned his head to look at him. Then, he shook his head and left.
"Wei Yan from the Flying Cloud Castle,” Jiang Ming muttered internally. He had not seen this group of people since the last time he saw them on the mountain.
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He did not expect that the King of Medicine would come out and fish them out as well.
"I’m afraid this isn’t the end.”
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