《Peach Blossom Pandemic: The Village Healer's Unwanted Harem》


 Peach Blossoms and Hidden Wardrobes: The Village Fools Forbidden Summer

    On a sweltering summer noon, heatwaves shimmered over Green Mountain Village. The ancient locust tree at the village entrance drooped listlessly, its leaves hanging like wilted handkerchiefs.


    Beneath the tree crouched Wang Tiezhu, the village fool, teasing a mangy dog with a stick.


    Tiezhu hadn''t always been simple-minded. Once the village''s "golden phoenix" ¨C its only college student ¨C his brilliance was shattered during a campus altercation that left him with the intellect of a four-year-old.


    "Tiezhu! Come play at my house!"


    A melodic voice cut through the haze. Ten meters away, a voluptuous widow named Zhang Qiaohua beckoned from her red-brick cottage. Her damp cotton blouse clung to her curves, a sight that stirred forbidden thoughts in every village man''s mind. Except Tiezhu''s.


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    "O-okay!" Tiezhu grinned vacantly, scratching his head.


    She yanked him inside, bolting the door with trembling hands. Two years of widowhood gnawed at her. This morning''s heat had driven her to desperate measures ¨C who''d suspect a dalliance with the idiot?


    "Let''s play hide-and-seek!" Tiezhu clapped, oblivious to her flushed cheeks.


    "Hide-and-seek?" Qiaohua bit her crimson lip, torn between desire and fear of village gossip. Her gaze lingered on his muscular frame. "How about... a grown-up game instead? But it''s our secret."


    "Secret! No tell Mama!"


    As her fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons, frantic knocks rattled the door.


    "Hide! Now!" Qiaohua shoved him into a wardrobe, her pulse roaring. The village fool giggled in darkness, unaware he''d nearly ascended to manhood''s peak.

 The Jade Awakening: When Closet Secrets Become Ancestral Revelations

    After hastily hiding Wang Tiezhu in the wardrobe, Zhang Qiaohua straightened her clothes and opened the door.


    Zhou Danian, the village bully, stood swaying with alcohol-flushed cheeks. "Took you long enough," he slurred, eyes crawling over her body. "Hiding a lover?"


    "J-just napping," Qiaohua stammered, fingers trembling as she poured him water. The drunkard''s gaze turned predatory.


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    "Be my woman," Zhou suddenly lunged, pinning her to the bed. His boot kicked a stray slipper ¨C then came muffled giggles from the wardrobe.


    "Three people hide-seek!" Tiezhu chirped when discovered, his childlike grin enraging Zhou. The bully shoved him violently.


    As Tiezhu''s head struck the nightstand, his ancestral jade pendant shattered. Emerald light surged into his skull, awakening ancestral memories: "I am your progenitor''s sealed consciousness. Our medical legacy died with time... until now."


    Ancient knowledge flooded his mind ¨C herbal formulas, qi circulation diagrams, even combat stances. When his eyes reopened, the village fool''s gaze held unsettling clarity.

 The Fools Gambit: Ancestral Vengeance in Green Mountain Village

    "Damn, that smarts!" Wang Tiezhu rubbed the lump forming on his skull where it had struck the nightstand. The ripping sound of fabric tore through the room.


    He whirled to see Zhou Danian pinning Zhang Qiaohua beneath him, her blouse shredded. Rage surged as ancestral memories crystallized - this brute had nearly killed him moments ago. Now reborn with his progenitor''s wisdom coursing through his veins, Tiezhu lunged.


    "Bastard!" His foot connected with Zhou''s ribs, sending the bully tumbling off the bed.


    "You dare hit me, you imbecile?!" Zhou spat blood, bewildered by the transformed fool''s unnatural speed. Tiezhu''s fists moved like windmill blades, leaving Zhou''s face a pulpy mess. Villagers gathered, smirking as their tormentor fled screaming "The idiot''s gone murderous!", only to be tackled again near the well.


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    "Stop! My son''s not right in the head!" Li Xiaoping rushed over, trembling. Tiezhu froze at his mother''s voice, the childhood reflex overriding his awakened mind.


    Zhou limped away, bellowing threats. The crowd dispersed, whispering about poetic justice.


    Back home, Tiezhu clutched his mother''s calloused hands - hands that had cared for him through three years of mental fog. "Ma... I''m back. The real me."


    Li Xiaoping froze, then wept at the lucidity in her son''s eyes. Their reunion shattered when Tiezhu found his father skeletal on a sickbed, CT scans revealing terminal liver cirrhosis. The ancestral voice resonated: "Your first test begins."

 A Sons Vow: Healing and Vengeance

    Report Reveals Father''s Critical Condition


    The medical report showed a blood clot in his father¡¯s brain, compressing the nerves and causing intermittent consciousness and unconsciousness.


    "Mom, what¡¯s wrong with Dad?" Wang Tiezhu asked hoarsely.


    "Your dad... he hurt his head," Li Xiaoping replied, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She sighed and said, "The surgery costs... three hundred thousand. Mom just didn¡¯t have the money, so we had to bring him home. And now, he¡¯s been lying here for so long..."


    "How could this happen?" Wang Tiezhu muttered to himself. Then, his gaze fell on the report bag, which bore the printed words: Dongshui City People¡¯s Hospital!


    Dongshui City People¡¯s Hospital!


    Clenching his fists, a terrible suspicion gripped him. In a low, tense voice, he asked, "Mom, was Dad injured in Dongshui City?"


    He dreaded the answer. After all, he himself had been beaten into a vegetative state in Dongshui City¡ªand now, his father was hurt there too.


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    "Was it that bastard Yang Fei?" Wang Tiezhu ground out each word through gritted teeth.


    Yang Fei¡ªthe very man who had beaten him senseless.


    "Yes," Li Xiaoping sobbed. "After you were hurt, your dad went to confront them... and they beat him too."


    "Yang Fei!" Wang Tiezhu roared, slamming his fist into the wall. Unnoticed by him, the impact sent cracks spiderwebbing outward from where his knuckles struck.


    He never imagined that Yang Fei, that monster, would harm his father too.


    Seeing the fury in her son¡¯s eyes, Li Xiaoping grabbed his arm, tears streaming down her face. "Tiezhu, please don¡¯t go looking for revenge! That man is rich and powerful¡ªwe can¡¯t fight him! Please, don¡¯t go! I¡¯m begging you!"


    Now that Wang Tiezhu had finally recovered, she feared he might rush into danger again. If something happened to him, how could she go on living?


    Not seek revenge? Impossible.


    But for now, he was alone¡ªno money, no influence. This wasn¡¯t the time to strike.


    Yet this debt of blood would be repaid. He would make Yang Fei and his entire family pay dearly.


    Burying his resolve deep, Wang Tiezhu nodded calmly. "Mom, don¡¯t worry. I won¡¯t make you suffer for me again."


    Then, recalling the ancestral knowledge now embedded in his mind, a confident smile curved his lips. "And... Mom, I can heal Dad."


    With the wisdom passed down to him, such an injury was no longer insurmountable. Channeling his spiritual energy, he could dissolve the blood clot in his father¡¯s brain.


    Just as he prepared to begin, the door burst open with a crash. A sneering voice echoed through the house:


    "Wang Tiezhu! Li Xiaoping! Get out here! Is Wang Dazhuang dead yet? If not, tell the old man to crawl out and face me!"

 Clash with the Village Tyrant

    "Zhou Dianian, you son of a bitch! Do you think you can come here to cause trouble in my home?" Wang Tiezhu thundered, storming into the living room from the bedroom. His rage burned like wildfire¡ªthis bastard had dared to disrespect his parents, and that was unforgivable.


    Upon entering the room, Wang Tiezhu saw that Zhou Dianian wasn¡¯t alone. Two others trailed behind him: Zhang Bing and Li Erhu, both loyal lackeys of Zhou. They¡¯d grown up together since childhood, inseparable as brothers.


    "Trouble? You¡¯re mistaken," Zhou Dianian sneered, his face dotted with band-aids. His eyes, still bruised purple, glared with unresolved fury. He¡¯d come despite the minimal stitches on his wounds¡ªthe beating from Wang Tiezhu hadn¡¯t been forgotten.


    "I¡¯m here to collect what¡¯s owed," Zhou said, smirking smugly.


    "Collect money? Our family doesn¡¯t owe you anything," Li Xiaoping replied, frowning.


    "True, but now you do," Zhou declared. "You owe Li Erhu five thousand yuan. He transferred that debt to me. So now, you owe *me*. Pay up¡ªand quickly."


    Li Xiaoping paled, turning to Li Erhu. "Erhu, we agreed to repay you after this season¡¯s orange harvest!"


    "That was *before*," Li Erhu mumbled, avoiding her gaze. "Now I owe Zhou, so just pay him."


    "¡­" Li Xiaoping bit her lip. Five thousand? Even five hundred would be impossible.


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    "Don¡¯t worry, Mother. I¡¯ve got this," Wang Tiezhu reassured her, his hand on her arm. "These three are snakes in the same nest. I¡¯ll handle it."


    "Bullshit! Debt must be repaid¡ªit¡¯s the law of nature!" Zhou snapped, waving a dismissive hand. "Don¡¯t waste time begging. I want it *now*. But since we¡¯re neighbors¡­ if you¡¯re truly broke, you can kneel and call me *Grandfather* three times. I¡¯ll give you a month¡¯s extension."


    His smugness oozed. He¡¯d planned this perfectly. He knew Wang Tiezhu¡¯s family had no money. Revenge for that earlier beating would be sweet.


    "Debt repayment is indeed the law," Wang Tiezhu nodded. "I¡¯ll pay."


    "Pay? You¡¯re joking!" Zhou laughed. "Look at your poverty-stricken home. What could you possibly offer?"


    "Open your Alipay, right now. I¡¯ll transfer the money." Wang Tiezhu¡¯s tone left no room for argument.


    Zhou scoffed but complied. Moments later, a notification pinged on his phone: 5,000 yuan received.


    "You¡­ you actually have money?" Zhou stammered.


    "Out of my own pocket? No," Wang Tiezhu smirked, waving his phone. "But I¡¯ve got Huabei credit. Satisfied?"


    Zhou¡¯s face flushed crimson. His plan to humiliate Wang had backfired spectacularly.


    "Three seconds. Leave. Or I¡¯ll attack," Wang Tiezhu growled.


    Zhou roared, "You think you can defy me, little shit?"


    "Three seconds expired." Wang Tiezhu lunged, slamming a fist into Zhou¡¯s face. The force, fueled by ancestral power surging through his body, sent Zhou reeling.


    "Ah!" Zhou fell backward, only to howl again when his buttocks hit the doorframe. "You¡¯ll regret this!" he hissed, clutching his wounded pride and posterior.


    Wang Tiezhu¡¯s glare hardened. "Touch my parents, and I¡¯ll kill you."


    Shuddering under that icy stare, Zhou fled, limping after his lackeys.


    Alone, Wang exhaled, resolve steeling him. The feud with Zhou was now irreparable¡ªbut he¡¯d protect his family at any cost.


    Returning to his father¡¯s bedside, he focused on healing the old man¡¯s injuries. The battle outside was won, but the war had just begun.

 Legacy of the Ancestor: Vengeance and Renewal

    Standing by the bed, Wang Tiezhu¡¯s expression turned serious. He placed his right palm on his father¡¯s head, channeling the faint ancestral qi through his hand to dissolve the blood clots in his father¡¯s brain.


    Sweat soon beaded on his forehead and nose, his face paling as he struggled. His newly acquired qi was still weak, his strength limited¡ªthis was taking a toll. But for his father¡¯s sake, he pushed onward.


    After ten minutes, he withdrew his hand. His brow glistened with sweat, his pallor a testament to his exhaustion.


    ¡°Mom, I¡¯ve cleared the blood clots from Dad¡¯s brain. He should wake up in an hour. I¡¯ll rest in my room.¡± Though drained, his mind buzzed with exhilaration. The ancestral legacy would irrevocably change his life.


    Lying on his bed, Wang Tiezhu replayed the past, a lifetime away yet vivid in his memory.


    Four years earlier, at eighteen, he¡¯d become the first college student from Qing Shan Village, admitted to Dong Shui University¡¯s medical program.


    At twenty-one, during his junior year, he¡¯d fallen in love like any young student¡ªhis girlfriend, Qin Rou, was the university¡¯s beauty.


    Born poor, he¡¯d matured early. While others played, he¡¯d started a gift shop near campus, thriving. Qin Rou chose him for his grit and ambition.


    Everything seemed perfect¡ªuntil one fateful night.


    A text from Qin Rou: ¡°Celebrating a roommate¡¯s birthday at KTV. Someone drugged me.¡±


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    He¡¯d rushed there to find her dazed, a man tearing her skirt off. Enraged, he¡¯d grabbed a bottle and struck.


    Later, he learned the man was Yang Fei, son of Dong Shui¡¯s Yang Tian Group chairman¡ªa spoilt heir.


    Retaliation came swiftly. His shop was destroyed. Qin Rou was raped by Yang Fei, her reputation ruined. Unable to bear the shame, she vanished.


    Finally, Yang Fei captured him. His limbs held by bodyguards, Yang Fei sneered, crushing his skull with a bat:


    ¡°You¡¯re just a dirt farmer! What can you do against me? In Dong Shui, I can crush you with a flick of my finger!¡±


    ¡°You think you deserve Qin Rou? That slut chose you over me? Now she¡¯s mine!¡±


    ¡°Angry? What good is anger? Look at me, peasant! Die!¡±


    The bat descended.


    That trauma left him catatonic for a year. Worse, Yang Fei had also injured his father when seeking justice.


    Wang Tiezhu¡¯s gaze turned cold, a lethal aura emanating from him.


    For myself, my father, and Qin Rou¡ªI¡¯ll make Yang Fei pay.


    Thinking of Qin Rou, his heart ached. Where was she now?


    He dialed her number¡ªa habit he couldn¡¯t shake.


    The dial tone echoed: ¡°This number is disconnected.¡±


    A mix of despair and relief washed over him. Perhaps it was better this way. Let her move on.


    Resolving to bury his memories, he rose after resting. He needed herbs to heal his father.


    Though the blood clots were gone, the prolonged pressure had damaged his father¡¯s nerves. Recovery required rare herbs, especially a five-decade-old ginseng root¡ªa treasure nearly mythical in value.


    First, he¡¯d gather what he could.


    ¡°Mom, I¡¯m going to the mountain for herbs to treat Dad.¡±


    He grabbed a bamboo basket, tools, and headed to Da Qing Mountain.


    The village nestled at the mountain¡¯s base. Once ordinary, it now seemed a trove of wild medicinal plants.


    Ascending, he moved swiftly, gathering Angelica, Eupatorium, Ligusticum, licorice, and Belamcanda¡ªherbs to aid circulation and nourish blood.


    Wild herbs were far more potent than farmed ones.


    As he descended, he pondered how to earn enough for the legendary ginseng.


    Money, power, vengeance¡­


    The path was long, but he¡¯d walk it. For his father. For Qin Rou. For his future.


    The mountain air carried the scent of pine and possibility.


    His journey had just begun.

 Breakthrough in the Grove

    Unconsciously, he had already passed through his family¡¯s orchard.In Green Mountain Village, most villagers planted fruit trees, and the Wang family was no exception¡ªthough they grew orange and apple trees. The plot before him was filled with orange trees.


    Oranges typically divided into early and late varieties, and the Wang family¡¯s were early-maturing. Even so, they wouldn¡¯t ripen until late September or early October. Now, in August, the oranges were still small and unripe.


    Looking at the tiny green fruits, Wang Tiezhu sighed. It wasn¡¯t harvest season yet. If they could sell these oranges now, they could fetch a high price.


    Then an idea struck him¡ªthe ancestral transmission he¡¯d inherited included a technique to accelerate plant growth. Though meant for cultivating medicinal herbs, he wondered if it could work on fruit trees.


    The Bencao Formula was described in the medical texts: channeling qi into water to create a "spiritual elixir" that could be used to nourish plants.


    Acting swiftly, he fetched a cracked plastic basin from the river, dipped his finger into the water, and began channeling the Bencao Formula. Green mist seeped from his fingertip, transforming the water into a translucent green liquid.


    When his qi reserves dwindled to exhaustion, he stopped, wiping sweat from his brow. "Damn, my cultivation is still too weak," he muttered. A mere half-basin of elixir had drained him.


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    Pouring the liquid at the base of one orange tree, he returned home.


    His father, Wang Dazhuang, had regained consciousness and was now weak but stable. After a herbal decoction, he could even walk with support by evening.


    Their dinner was meager¡ªthin porridge, corn cakes, and pickled vegetables. Though Wang Tiezhu longed to celebrate his father¡¯s recovery, their poverty weighed heavily. Money had been spent on medical bills after Wang Dazhuang¡¯s injury, leaving little to spare.


    "Make do for now," Li Xiaoping said, her lips chapped. "Once your father recovers, we¡¯ll earn more."


    Wang Tiezhu nodded, resolve hardening. "Leave it to me. I¡¯ll support the family."


    At dawn, as the sun rose and purple qi filled the air, he practiced the Ziqi Donglai Technique, a cultivation method best practiced at sunrise. After an hour, his qi reserves had replenished¡ªand slightly expanded. Progress, though slow, was progress.


    Returning to the orchard, he gasped. The tree he¡¯d treated glowed with ripe orange fruit, heavy enough to bend branches to the ground. One fruit, too large for his palm, weighed over half a pound.


    The yield was staggering¡ªthousands of oranges, totaling nearly 300 pounds. Their natural sweetness, bursting with juice, far surpassed store-bought varieties.


    "Sold now, we¡¯ll make a fortune!" he thought, already planning to sell the entire orchard¡¯s harvest, open a fruit shop in town, and expand nationwide. With the Bencao Formula, success was assured.


    But first, he had to convince his mother. Returning home, he showed her the fruit. Skeptical at first, she soon joined him in harvesting five baskets of oranges.


    That night, he visited their neighbor Zhong Ting, a young woman who lived alone after her parents¡¯ death. Her tractor would make transporting the oranges easier. Knocking on her door, he recalled her childhood days, trailing him like a shadow, now a symbol of hope in their shared struggles.