"Thank you!"

  Yang Chengye thanked him and took over the white cloth to spread on the ground, then stretched out his hand to the coarse linen short jacket in front of him and said: "Take it."

  "I, you..."

  The middle-aged man in a coarse cloth jacket hesitated and looked at Yang Chengye, then glanced at the town mayor.

  The village head stroked his white beard and shouted: "To prove your innocence, hand it over quickly!"

  The town head is after all the town head and can be considered a respected figure, his words still carry weight.

  The middle-aged man reluctantly handed over the sheepskin cloak to Yang Chengye.

  Yang Chengye raised the sheepskin shoulder pad and said to everyone: "Look closely!"

  Yang Chengye said, shaking the sheepskin on the white cloth vigorously, only to hear the sound of "pa la pa la" ringing out. In an instant, a layer of white granular substance fell on the white cloth.

  Yang Chengye pointed at the white particles on the white cloth and asked: "Everyone take a look, what is this?"

  Everyone craned their necks to look, was it a stone?

  No, it seems like salt.

  Yang Chengye picked up some white particles from the white cloth and handed them over to the town head, saying: "Town Head, take a look at this, what is it?"

  The town mayor took over the white granules in Yang Chengyes hand, placed them on the tip of his tongue, and lightly sucked them. Immediately afterwards, he spat them out with a "pfft pfft pfft" sound.

  "It is salt, edible salt."

  Upon hearing the mayors affirmation, the crowd suddenly burst into cheers.

  At this time, Yang Chengye said to the town mayor: "Then the owner of this sheepskin cloak must have been known by the town mayor?"

  The town mayor cleared his throat and said loudly, "This sheepskin cape is indeed the salt merchants. Only he can make the sheepskin cape stick with salt."

  After hearing the mayors announcement, the onlookers immediately pointed at the middle-aged man in the coarse linen jacket and cursed him, saying he was the thief.

  At this time, the middle-aged man in the coarse linen short jacket was already pale as earth and was about to slip away from the crowd.

  "Come in!"

  At this time, the town mayor shouted: "Catch this thief and send him to the county government office, let the master punish him."

  As soon as the village head finished speaking, several young men rushed up and seized him amidst their shouting in rough linen jackets.

  At this time, the salt merchant took over Yang Chengyes sheepskin cloak and kept thanking him, saying that he was thanking Yang Chengye on behalf of his mother.

  The town mayor patted Yang Chengyus shoulder and said, "Youre doing great!" before leaving.

  The matter has been settled, and the onlookers have gradually dispersed. Yang Chengye once again walks towards Wang Bos tea stall.

  Wang Bos tea stall was quiet and deserted, occasionally a traveler or two would stop by for a cup of tea and then leave after paying.

  "Old Wang!"

  At this time, Wang Bo was tidying up the tea table and heard Yang Chengyes shout, he hastily turned around.

  "Grandfather, have you recovered?"

  Yang Chengye smiled at Wang Bohou and said: "Ive recovered, thanks to the grain you sent me, Wang Bohou."

  "No sooner had I stepped down from the sedan chair than Mother told me to come and thank Old Man Wang."

  "Ah!"

  Wang Bohan grasped Yang Chengyes hand and sat down on the stool, saying: "You also suffered injuries for my sake. If anything happens to you, how can I bear it?"

  "Whats just three long and two short? Hes already dead, if it wasnt for his own luck in crossing over into his body, what youre seeing now would be a corpse."

  Yang Chengye smiled and said to Wang Bo, "Wang Bo, the past is gone, dont think about it anymore. By the way, those few rascals havent come back, have they?"

  "There is no nothing!"

  Wang Bo said: "They havent come for several days."

  Suddenly, Wang Bo leaned close to Yang Chengyes ear and said: "Ancestor, can you help Wang Bo with something?"

  "Whats wrong?"

  Yang Chengye had just asked the question, when a young man in a green robe sat down at the tea stall and shouted: "Shopkeeper, one pot of tea, one small dish, two steamed buns."

  "Here I come!"

  Wang Bo shouted and patted Yang Chengyes shoulder before getting up to greet the guests.

  Yang Chengye was bored and looked at this unfamiliar environment, although he had already understood some general knowledge from the short-lived Yang Chengyes memory, but it was still not as real as seeing it for himself.

  Just then, a muffled sound interrupted Yang Chengyes train of thought. Yang Chengye turned his head to look, and his eyes suddenly narrowed.

  Just then, Wang Bo had just served the young man a steamed bun, when he suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, and immediately began foaming at the mouth and convulsing all over.

  Yang Chengye didnt think much, took three steps as two, quickly arrived at Wang Bos side, grabbed the steamed bun in front of the green-robed young man and stuffed it into Wang Bos mouth.

  "Hey kid, what are you doing?"

  Seeing Yang Chengyes action, the young man in green robe suddenly shouted angrily.

  Yang Chengye looked up and said: "The matter was done out of necessity, I hope you can forgive me!"

  Yang Chengye finished speaking and began examining Wang Bos body, checking his pulse, looking at his eyelids, and found nothing seriously wrong.

  That young man in green robe was furious and shouted: "You little brat, dont you go invite a doctor for your father?"

  Yang Chengye didnt even lift his head and said: "Wang Bo just had an epileptic seizure, nothing serious, hell be fine soon."

  "What kind of nonsense is this epilepsy? Ive never even heard of it. Scram, let me take a look."

  The young man in a green robe pushed Yang Chengye away with one hand and felt Wang Bos pulse.

  Yang Chengye suddenly felt a surge of great strength coming over him and instantly sat down on the ground with a thud.

  The young man in a green robe felt Wang Bos pulse, sometimes frowning and sometimes nodding in surprise.

  "How could this be? Everything seemed normal, how could there be such symptoms?"

  The young man in the green robe released Wang Bos wrist and muttered to himself.

  Yang Chengye looked at the middle-aged man in green robes, and it turned out that this person was also a doctor. However, epilepsy wasnt an ordinary illness, as it didnt have any warning signs, and its internal characteristics were no different from those of a normal person.

  Yang Chengye studied forensic medicine, but he was born into a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. If his parents hadnt died unexpectedly when he was young, he would have inherited the family business and become a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine.

  "Sir, Wang Bo is alright now, shall we let him get up?"

  Yang Chengye came over and said to the young man in green.

  The young man in blue robes was taken aback and looked at Wang Bo. At this time, Wang Bo had stopped convulsing and had come to his senses.

  The young man in green let go, and Wang Bo stood up with the help of the ground, bowing to the middle-aged man in green: "Thank you, sir, for wanting to save me!"

  The young man in blue didnt pay attention to Wang Bo, but instead looked at Yang Chengye and asked: "Young brother, do you know what disease the old man has? Why cant I check it out?"

  Yang Chengye smiled and said, "This gentleman, Wang Boguis is epilepsy, commonly known as sheep epilepsy. Usually there are no symptoms, but when it occurs, the whole body will convulse and foam at the mouth."

  The young man in a green robe pulled Yang Chengye to sit on the stool and asked, "I have read all kinds of books, but none of the medical books has any record of this disease. How did you know?"

  Yang Chengye smiled and said: "Its a coincidence that I also saw it unintentionally, but as for which medical book, I really dont remember."

  The young man in the green robe was slightly disappointed, but still stared at Yang Chengye and said: "It turns out that little brother also understands the art of Qi Huang, but I see you only used one steamed bun to cure the old mans illness, what is the principle behind this?"

  Yang Chengye smiled and explained, "When this illness occurs, the teeth will chatter, and the patient will unintentionally bite off their tongue. I used a steamed bun just to prevent him from biting off his tongue."

  Hahaha...

  Upon hearing Yang Chengyes words, the young man in green robe burst out laughing: "Wonderful! Ive never heard of Huang Yao before, this little brother is indeed a strange person!"