Chapter 773 Medicine Hall Rating, Journey to Medicine King City (2)

When this group of guys plays and messes around, but when the family needs them to serve, each of them immediately has to restrain their frivolous and dissolute behavior, and behave honestly.

Heh.

Ming Lan took a photo of the shackles on his leg, then another of his dirt-stained, unclean fingernails, and finally a photo of the low-grade nutrient.

He sent out the three photos at once: [Look, guess what I’m doing.]

The friends, after seeing the photos, all fell into confusion.

After a while, Friend #3 hesitantly asked: [Bro, tell me honestly, did you do something stupid to anger Grandpa Ming, and he sent you to serve time in a small-town jail?]

Wearing shackles, doing hard labor, eating trash nutrient—this is the standard for prison inmates, isn’t it?

Ming Lan: [Can’t be bothered to explain, I’m going to sleep. I have to get up early to harvest herbs tomorrow.] After sending this message, he turned off the Intelligent Brain Terminal and went to sleep.

The friends in the social group, upon seeing this message, were somewhat puzzled.

Friend #2, regaining his composure, couldn’t help but say in the group: [Going to bed early, getting up early, and having to harvest herbs, could it be that Brother Lan is indeed serving time? How could Grandpa Ming bear to do that?]

[Or has our Brother Lan already been abandoned by Grandpa Ming?]

After that sentence was spoken, the whole group fell silent.

Some young masters from Emperor City who originally didn’t get along with Ming Lan, seeing that Ming Lan didn’t show up to deny that friend’s analysis, began to suspect that the Young Master who used to call the shots in Emperor City had become the abandoned child of the Ming Family, sent to the cold palace by Ming Feng.

The next day, news about Ming Lan becoming an abandoned child, sent to suffer in exile, spread quietly in Emperor City.

Many people were analyzing what mistake Ming Lan could have made.

Some said he was promiscuous and got a noble family girl pregnant, and the old man deliberately sent him to a rundown small town to avoid trouble. Others said he secretly poisoned the old man Ming Feng to seize power, and after discovering his plot, Old man Ming Feng, in anger, kicked him out of the Ming Family.

As the saying goes, when a person sits at home, the blame comes from the sky; that’s exactly what it is.

After his morning exercise the next day, Ming Lan dragged his weary body to help Xu Xingguang harvest the Poisonous Widow. He wore special anti-poison gloves and a mask, carefully uprooting the Poisonous Widow as Xu Xingguang had taught him, separating the black and white leaves for storage.

It’s a meticulous and patience-consuming task, but Ming Lan did his work seriously and didn’t complain of fatigue.

He was busy until noon, and only stopped when he heard Xu Xingguang calling for lunch.

Xu Xingguang somehow got hold of a piece of beef and made beef stew with potatoes, stored in two thermos flasks. One for her, one for Ming Lan.

The two had lunch at Elder Tan Nan’s gatehouse, Xu Xingguang sitting in Elder Tan Nan’s office chair, while Ming Lan ate leaning against the doorframe with his thermos in his arms.

In the half-month since arriving at Wuyuan Town, he now found everything he ate to be delicious.

Ming Lan gobbled down his food, taking a break to check his social software, he found a cousin from his clan had sent him a private message in the morning: [Young Master, what do you think of what Dongfang Jie said in the group last night?]

This cousin, named Ming Jinzhong, is a bookworm who does chemical research and was also in that social group last night. Since joining, he hadn’t spoken up, but he likes to lurk.

He saw all the comments from that group chat last night.

Ming Lan was busy working all morning and didn’t catch up on messages. Ming Jinzhong, seeing no reply, sent another message half an hour later: [Dongfang Jie deliberately said misleading things in the group, fanning the flames, wanting the Emperor City crowd to suspect you and distance themselves from you. Young Master, grandpa is right, those people are not good friends.]

Dongfang Jie is from the Dongfang Family, a nightlife buddy of Ming Lan’s, they’ve known each other since childhood, and he’s Friend #2 in the group.

Ming Lan knew exactly the intentions behind what Dongfang Jie said.

He never took people like Dongfang Jie seriously before, and now that he’s in Wuyuan Town, busy like a dog and only wanting to become a master of Ancient Martial Arts, he disregards these trifles even more.

Ming Lan: [Doesn’t matter.]

Ming Lan: [Grandpa has an Ancient Martial Arts practice manual; find some time to practice more.]

Receiving the message, Ming Jinzhong replied in his spare time: [Why should I practice Ancient Martial Arts?] He is a Super Power User too, not understanding Ming Lan’s reasoning for arranging him to practice Ancient Martial Arts.

Ming Lan: [If you don’t practice, you’re going to start showing.]