Chapter 275: Holding the River with One Stick

The place he was looking at was Nanshan Hill.

“Over there?” said the villager with a surprise, which was the moment when he saw Wang Yao pass by.

“That place is no good. Nothing is going to grow on that hill,” said the villager after thinking for a moment.

“Nothing is going to grow on that hill? That’s impossible. How come those trees on the hill grow so well?” It seemed that the Feng Shui guy actually knew a bit about Feng Shui. Although he couldn’t tell anything from just looking and being in the same air, he knew a bit about the hills, the terrain, and Feng Shui after he followed a Feng Shui master all over the country for a while.

“I want to take a look on that hill,” said the Feng Shui guy.

“Forget it. I think we should go somewhere else. That hill has been contracted to someone,” said the villager.

“Contracted? Okay, let’s forget it,” said the Feng Shui guy. He turned his head to have another look at Nanshan Hill after walking away a few steps.

“Well, can we take a look at that hill?” He then pointed a small hill near Nanshan Hill.

“Okay,” said the villager.

The three of them went up to the small hill. The Feng Shui guy looked around while he walked, and looked towards Nanshan Hill from time to time.

Nanshan Hill did not stand on its own. It was connected to other hills. Some of the hills had crops grown by the villagers, others were full of grass or had only a few trees on it. Only Nanshan Hill was full of well grown trees, so it looked so different from the other hills.

The villager had gotten used to the uniqueness of Nanshan Hill as he walked around it all the time. However, from an outsider’s point of view, Nanshan Hill looked so different and unusual, especially if the outsider was a Feng Shui guy.

“The trees are growing so well on that particular hill,” said the Feng Shui guy.

“The young man who contracted the hill grew those trees,” said the villager.

“He grew them recently?” asked the Feng Shui guy.

“Yes,” said the villager.

“I see, forget it then,” said the Feng Shui guy.

According to the theory of Feng Shui, a place with the best Feng Shui should be completely natural. Only limited human interaction was allowed, and the human intervention should be based on the original landscape and done only by Feng Shui masters. The Feng Shui guy was apparently not a master, nor did he think Wang Yao was one, so he lost interest in Nanshan Hill right away after being told that all the trees on the hill were grown by Wang Yao.

Maybe he would have found the secret of Nanshan Hill if he had looked closer.

Meanwhile, Tian Yuantu was busy working in Jiahui Group at Lianshan.

Tian Yuantu arranged a meeting with relevant staff to discuss the construction of Wang Yao’s clinic.

He wanted to use only the best materials.

He wanted his best workers to build the clinic.

He needed to guarantee that the whole construction process was going to be smooth. Not a single hiccup would be allowed.

The builders were all quite surprised.

“Is the boss going to build a place for himself?” murmured one of the builders.

After the meeting, Tian Yuantu set a time to start the construction. Normally, building companies would start construction on a specific date: a good day to bring the best luck.

He picked the 18th of June on the lunar calendar. It was a good day.

Tian Yuantu suggested the date to Wang Yao. The construction was planned to start three days later. Wang Yao told his parents about it. After all, it was a big thing and the villagers always took it seriously when building a building.

Since Wang Yao’s life had gotten back on the right track, he received a call from He Qisheng about the exam for the medical certificate. He Qisheng advised Wang Yao that there would be a exam in July at Ji City, and asked Wang Yao if he was available to take it.

“Yes, I will take it,” said Wang Yao on the phone. He had to take the exam for his future, not to mention for other missions from the system. In addition, he was going to have his own clinic. He wouldn’t be able to practice formally in a clinic without a medical certificate.

“Good, I will sign you up,” said He Qisheng.

“Thank you,” said Wang Yao.

Wang Yao sat outside his cottage looking at the sky at night.

“San Xian, it is going to rain. Pour probably,” said Wang Yao.

There was a loud crash of thunder in the middle of the night, after which it started to pour through the next morning.

The water on the hill ran towards the village, following the creek in the hill. There was a dam across the creek, forming a small reservoir. The muddy water ran towards the village.

There was a small river in the middle of the village. The river was about five meters wide. Once there was a flood, the water would overflow to occupy half of the channel.

It was still pouring in the morning

However, the situation on Nanshan Hill was quite different. The rain and the wind were quite gentle around the herbal field, as if the field belonged to a different world.

The rain didn’t stop until late evening.

Something happened in the south end of the village in the middle of the night.

Bang! The roofs of the shabby houses Wang Yao had bought were crushed, as they couldn’t stand against the pouring rain.

The rain got lighter the next morning.

Wang Yao walked down Nanshan Hill with an umbrella.

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The path of the hill was very muddy. Wang Yao hadn’t had the skill to walk comfortably on the water. However, his current Kung Fu skill made it so he only wet the surface of his shoes. This was a quite significant development already.

He didn’t want to leave Nanshan Hill, but he didn’t have much food left on the hill. San Xian had become increasingly picky with food. He was not happy to have just buns for dinner.

After Wang Yao had left Nanshan Hill, he drove in to the town center to buy some fresh beef and lamb, then to the supermarket to buy some dog food. After he had finished shopping, he drove towards the village.

When he passed the river, he saw a group of villagers standing along the river. He was not sure what they were looking at.

“I don’t think he’ll survive,” said one of the villagers.

“The river is flooding. It looks like he’ll drown!” said another villager.

“I heard he just got into the university. It wasn’t easy for him,” said the previous villager.

“Hey, there he is! He just popped up out of the water!” shouted someone in the crowd.

Wang Yao stopped the car and parked his car along the road. He got out of the car and met a few people from his village.

“Hello, Uncle,” said Wang Yao.

“Hi, Yao, where have you been?” said a middle-aged villager.

“Just went to the town. What is going on here?” asked Wang Yao.

“A kid fell into the river, so a young man tried to save the kid. Now the kid is safe, but the the young man disappeared in the water,” said the middle-aged villager.

“He’s right there!” shouted someone in the crowd.

A young man’s head appeared in the river. The young man was holding a wooden pole, which seemed to come out of nowhere. As the water grew in intensity, he found himself in increasing danger of being washed away.

This was the main river where the small rivers from all the nearby villages converged. The river was tens of meters wide. The young man was at least ten meters away from the bank, and was washed away by the rapidly flowing water. It was very hard to save him.

“Can someone throw a rope to him? Be quick!” shouted a villager.

Some of the villagers ran along the river bank and tried to throw the rope into the water for the young man to grab. However, the water was too fast and the young man was too far from the river bank. The rope couldn’t reach the young man, because it was not stiff enough.

“Let me throw it,” said Wang Yao as he took the rope from one of the villagers.

Wang Yao used his Qi to throw the rope into the water.

The rope suddenly became rigid and as strong as a stick, and reached the young man accurately, but the young man failed to grab it.

“What a shame!” shouted a villager.

“I’ll do it again!” said Wang Yao.

Wang Yao shook his hand to pull the rope back, then he ran for a short distance before throwing the rope to the young man again. The rope landed in front of the young man like a javelin. The young man grabbed the rope successfully this time.

“He’s got it! He’s got it!” cheered the crowd.

“Hurry up, pull the rope!” shouted Wang Yao.

The villagers worked together to pull the young man out of the river.

The young man, having been submerged for so long, was short of breath, and his face was extremely white once he reached the shore.

“Call the ambulance,” said a villager.

“Can you please make some room for him? He needs good air flow,” said Wang Yao as he gave a massage to the young man.

The young man vomited a mouthful of water several times. Ew!

Wang Yao checked his pulse and was relieved to see that he was not in any danger. However, it was still better for him to get checked in the hospital.

The ambulance came fast. Several villagers helped carry the young man into the ambulance and watched the ambulance drive off.

“Yao, you know quite a lot of how to save people,” said a villager.

“Well, just a little bit,” said Wang Yao with a smile.

Wang Yao got back into his car and drove back to his village after saying goodbye to the elders. He didn’t think much about what he had done.

After Wang Yao had left, several young men from the village next door were busy putting the rope away.

“Hey, did you guys see how he threw the rope into the water?” said a young villager.

“Like this I think.” One of the villagers threw the rope into the water. He tried to copy Wang Yao’s movement. However, the rope was still soft, so it landed in the water near him.

“No, not like that,” said another villager.

They saw clearly how Wang Yao threw the rope into the water just now. The rope became so stiff and straight, like a javelin. They were all curious about how Wang Yao could do it, so they tried themselves. However, none of them could make the rope turn that stiff and straight.

“Why can’t we do it?” asked one of the villagers.

“I guess that guy knows Kung Fu,” said another villager.

“Kung Fu?” said a tall and thin villager.

“Yes, some practitioners can turn cloth into a stick. That guy just turned the rope into a javelin,” said another young villager.

“Stop kidding around. You’re talking about things only appearing in the movies and novels. Who could turn a rope into a javelin?” said a short villager.