The Mightiest Little Peasant

ion where you found it,” Tang Hao replied.

The stall owner’s eyes sparkled.
“Don’t tell me this is something incredibly precious?” He muttered.

Then, his excitement quickly died down.

Many people had passed by his stall and none of them even glanced at the hern.
He did not believe that the kid in front of him was more knowledgeable than the other people who were much older than he was.

That kid looked too young.

The stall owner grinned.
“I’ll tell you if you buy the entire bunch.
It’s fifty yuan!”

“OK!” Tang Hao did not say anything further.
He took out a fifty-yuan note from his wallet, handed it over, and stuffed all the blue nandina into his backpack.

The stall owner straightened out the fifty-yuan note and grinned widely.
“I’m a man of my word, kid.
I’ll have to let you know that it’s very deep in the mountains though! You’ll need to be at my level of experience to find it.
You’re still too young, it’s too dangerous.

“You don’t know what’s inside the mountains.
There might even be supernatural presences that steal your soul.”

He continued rambling for a while more, then he said, “You should know the mountain range to the west of the city, right? It’s from there.
Our village is called Dirtclod Village.
There’s a road leading into the mountains.
Just follow that road, go past a few mountains, and you’ll soon find it.”

Tang Hao memorized the directions.

He stood up and continued walking around.

He soon had another discovery.

Not far away, there was a bunch of medicinal grass on a street stall.
The grass was entirely red, and the stems were crooked and looked ugly.

“Bloodhemp grass!” Tang Hao’s eyes sparkled.

Bloodhemp grass was another rare herb.
If he could activate its latent potency, it would be able to increase blood production in a patient’s body.

The pill that he gave Lil Xin’er last time had bloodhemp grass as one of the ingredients.

“This is good stuff!” Tang Hao muttered to himself.
He quickly walked ahead and spoke to the stall owner.
“I want all of these, Boss! How much is it?”

The stall owner lifted his head to look at Tang Hao.
He was about to tell the price when someone shouted, “Wait a second!”

That voice sounded old.

“I want the entire bunch!”

Tang Hao furrowed his brows.
He turned to see who it was.
An elderly man in a traditional Chinese suit came over.
He looked to be in his sixties, but he was healthy and spirited.

His gaze was sharp as he walked.

Everyone exclaimed in surprise as he walked over.

The stall owners instantly became friendly when they saw him.
“Divine Doctor Hu!” They greeted him.

The old man smiled and waved his hands.
“Oh, don’t call me a Divine Doctor! I’m not deserving of that title!”

“You’re being modest, Divine Doctor Hu.
There’s no one more deserving of that title than you!” The stall owners said.

“Just call me Mr.
Hu!” The old man said with a smile.

He continued speaking to Tang Hao as he walked over.
“Hey, young man, I’m sorry about this, but I need those herbs, you see…”

Before Tang Hao could say anything, the stall owner stood up.
He bagged up the bloodhemp grass and handed it to the old man.

“Here, take this, Divine Doctor Hu!” The stall owner said eagerly.

Tang Hao’s brows were locked even tighter.
He was the one who saw the bloodhemp grass first.

“Oh, I can’t possibly…” The old man hesitated.

“It’s fine! You’re a divine doctor.
You have first dibs to all my herbs!” The stall owner walked ahead and stuffed the bag of bloodhemp grass into the old man’s hands.

“Wait!” Tang Hao shouted unhappily.

Everyone turned to look at Tang Hao.

Divine Doctor Hu’s hands froze in mid-air.