Xiao Tiantian finally felt that she no longer had to be a dreamless salted fish scanner and happily agreed.
She carefully scanned Yang Zongbao and said after a while, "Host, there is nothing wrong with Yang Zongbao’s throat."
"What?" Wang Yongzhu exclaimed in surprise.
Song Chongjin and Yang Zongbao, protecting her from behind, quickly asked, "What’s wrong?"
Wang Yongzhu turned around and met the concerned eyes of Song Chongjin and Yang Zongbao. "It’s nothing, I just haven’t seen a flower before," she said, casually plucking a small yellow flower that looked like a banana leaf, "I thought I’d bring it back with me and see if I can dye a new color."
Song Chongjin took the flower, glanced at it, and smiled, "This is Wen Yujin, which is a type of medicinal herb. It promotes blood circulation, relieves pain, and is effective for bruises and swelling. Some places also call it turmeric, and its rhizome is used medicinally. I didn’t expect it to be here. No wonder you don’t recognize it!"
Yang Zongbao gave Song Chongjin a curious look, surprised that he knew about this, but then remembered that he was a hunter by birth, so it was normal for him to know some herbs.
Wang Yongzhu remembered that turmeric was mentioned in an old dye recipe as producing a beautiful yellow color and was very interested upon hearing this.
She squatted down, dug up a piece of turmeric rhizome, and saw that it looked somewhat similar to the ginger used in cooking, with a yellow interior when broken open.
At the same time, Xiao Tiantian’s voice sounded, "Host, this is turmeric. The rhizome is dried and ground into powder to become turmeric powder, an excellent plant dye."
Wang Yongzhu was moved and put away the turmeric rhizome, looked around the environment, and asked Xiao Tiantian to make a mark, planning to come back and harvest it later.
Yang Zongbao saw this and remembered his niece’s entrepreneurial story. He immediately took note and marked a tree nearby.
Wang Yongzhu had always been watching him and understood his intentions upon seeing this.
Pretending not to notice, she continued to climb while talking to Xiao Tiantian about the previous topic, "How can there be no problem with his throat? He can’t speak!"
Xiao Tiantian, in the spirit of factual accuracy, said, "Host, I have scanned it and confirmed it! Although the poison was strong at the time, the Yang family never gave up and kept seeking medicine and treatment for him. The toxins in his body have almost been cleared. Even though the poison was strong, with Yang Zongbao’s good constitution and the doctors not being quack doctors, as long as they didn’t give up and persisted for a few more years, the poison would be completely eliminated."
"If it were a chronic poison, taken unknowingly over several years, there would really be no hope. Yang Zongbao’s throat is safe with no issues. His current inability to speak is likely more of a psychological problem."
Wang Yongzhu was silent for a while.
She then asked, "What about his other ailment? Didn’t they say he had a hidden illness after being poisoned? Can this be cured?"
In this era, a man having such an ailment was like the sky falling down, which would lead to lifelong ridicule and inability to hold his head up high.
Otherwise, why did Yang’s Parents go bankrupt for his treatment, and Yang’s Mother become depressed and pass away?
If possible, Wang Yongzhu hoped that Yang Zongbao, who had endured betrayal but still held his ground, could live with some dignity.
In his later years, he could enjoy the warmth brought by a family and children, making up for the harm he had suffered.
After a suspicious silence, Xiao Tiantian finally spoke, "Host, I have said that Yang Zongbao’s body has no physical problems now. His biggest issue is a psychological one. According to psychological analysis, the root cause of his trauma is that woman. According to the system’s deduction, he is very likely refusing to accept it because of this, manifesting as a hidden illness."
Wang Yongzhu was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling that Xiao Tiantian’s statement made sense for once.
If this were true, then it wouldn’t be something that medicine could cure.
Sighing, Wang Yongzhu had to temporarily set aside this question.
After crossing a mountain, they arrived at one of the three tea garden sites marked by Xiao Tiantian.
The slope was gentle, the vegetation lush, and wisps of mist lingered halfway up the mountain. A wide valley lay against the slope, with a river flowing through it.
By the river was a forest, lush and green, with birds singing in the branches. Several deer were drinking by the river, everything quiet and serene.
Wang Yongzhu had never imagined that after crossing a mountain, she could see such an idyllic scene.
She was momentarily stunned, and then suddenly heard a swooshing sound. An arrow cut through the air, and a deer by the river fell, while the remaining lucky ones scrambled into the forest in panic.
Yang Zongbao dashed down the valley at the forefront, heading straight for the prey.
Wang Yongzhu was stunned, looking back at Song Chongjin and then at Yang Zongbao. His agile movements were impressive, as he quickly reached the river, picked up the deer, examined it, and nodded in satisfaction, gesturing for Wang Yongzhu and Song Chongjin to join him.
Song Chongjin smiled wryly. Although he carried a bow and arrows, they were mainly for self-defense, and he hadn’t intended to hunt, especially since they were in mourning.
Unexpectedly, without paying attention, Yang Zongbao had seized his bow. Even though he hadn’t been cautious, Yang Zongbao’s skills were evident, reminiscent of his past glory.
If not for his calamities, with his personality and skills, it wouldn’t have been difficult to seek a position in the Imperial Court, and by now, he might have been a Military General.
The two of them exchanged a glance and then walked down the valley.
In the valley, they saw that the vegetation was particularly lush, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of grass and flowers.
Following the floral fragrance, they took a few steps, turned a corner, and found a large patch of jasmine flowers. The small white flowers swayed in the breeze among the green leaves, spreading the sweet jasmine scent.
Wang Yongzhu’s eyes sparkled!
Just for the jasmine flowers, she decided to select this spot for the tea garden.
Xiao Tiantian had finally chosen a reliable location.
This slope faced south, with a gentle gradient, surrounded by clouds and mist, with a warm and humid climate, a river, a forest, and large patches of jasmine flowers. It was like a dreamland.
Seeing Wang Yongzhu’s expression, Song Chongjin needed no further explanations.
He had once hunted in this area and fetched water from this river, finding it ordinary at the time. But with a changed perspective, this valley now seemed exceptionally pleasing.