Chapter 485: Obstruction, Gold Coin, Eyes, Treatment

The journey back to Lanse-Qingting Cunzi from here is not far, but the two villagers had been beaten incessantly by these Defeated Soldiers since noon; they had suffered very serious injuries, and at this point, being able to stand and walk was already the result of their strong willpower.

So Jier had no choice but to support one on each side, using his hands to hold up their arms, not minding the stench on them, and in this manner of supporting them, he managed to help them walk toward the village.

The captured soldier had the Rope on his feet untied and followed obediently in front of Jier; if he walked even slightly slowly, he would be kicked from behind by Jier.

"Walk faster! Don't dawdle! If you're going to be a prisoner, you need to have the self-awareness of a prisoner." Jier urged the surrendered soldier without any courtesy.

He then turned his head to speak kindly to the two villagers beside him: "Don't worry, just walk slowly, no need to be that fast. What I said to him has nothing to do with you, don't mind it. I already defeated those corrupt soldiers around your Lanse-Qingting Cunzi just now, hmph, only this one is left alive."

While saying this, Jier specifically kept an eye on the surrendered soldier in front who had his back to him; sure enough, when this person heard Jier say that he had defeated all of them, his body paused for a moment, and subsequently, his pace became slightly lighter.

There were others in their Scout team!

This judgment was about the same as Jier had estimated before; judging by the three tents and the various supplies in the Temporary Yingdi just now, the number of people in this Scout team was likely under ten, and it couldn't have been just six people.

Six people would not be easy to use to surround and scout the entire village.

After all, this Temporary Yingdi was on the west side of the village, and the village also had a gate on the east side; no matter what, they would have to arrange a small group of people to conduct scouting, right?

Therefore, there should still be two or three people on the east side of the village, and the entire Scout team of Defeated Soldiers was likely around eight to nine people.

Generally, army soldiers are in groups of ten; they probably had personnel losses before, so they were missing one or two people.

Jier guessed as much.

In reality, the true situation was not much different from his guess; on the other side of the village, the team of Bata'er Jiaoshi was currently discovering that group of people in the Shulin and engaging in a siege battle.

By the time the sky was approaching dusk, the group of four people and one horse finally approached the small west gate of the village; this small gate could not accommodate a carriage and could only allow two villagers to enter or exit side-by-side at a time.

Paired with the thick walls of Lanse-Qingting Cunzi, this west gate was practically a "dog hole."

"Hey! I am the Nongshen Believer warrior who came this afternoon! Look! I have rescued the villagers from your village who were captured at noon! And I have also captured an enemy. Open the gate quickly!"

Jier shouted, and the villagers on the gate poked their heads out over the wall, carefully identifying the people beside Jier.

But the two villagers who were captured at noon had suffered quite a few beatings, and their faces were all swollen; the people standing on the wall could not distinguish who those two people were at all.

Besides, in a village of nearly a thousand people, the villagers within the village did not all know each other. Not to mention anything else, many of the classmates in the same class at Jier's school in his previous life had very little interaction and didn't really know each other.

"Warrior, I can't see them clearly, I don't dare let them in!"

The villagers on the gate were also in a difficult position; they had been terrified by these Defeated Soldiers and simply did not dare to let people into the village just like that.

Jier grinned and asked the two villagers to report their own names and have their families come over to identify them; that should be fine, right?

"I am the second son of the Wesmin family! From the Wesmin family! Quickly call my father and brothers! They will definitely be able to recognize me."

One villager shouted feebly toward the gate.

After the villagers above barely heard this, they immediately sent people into the village to call for them.

The other villager rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and he also tried hard to shout with his limited energy: "I am the only son of the Bawei family, my family only has my mother and me left, but what should I do if my mother's eyes are bad? She has cataracts, she can't see things clearly."

Jier knew that cataracts were a disease that elderly people easily contracted; in this other world, it was actually not that difficult to treat. As long as you were a devout believer of a certain church, the church's Priest could treat this kind of precise but small-area organ pathology with a Prayer Divine Art without much trouble.

But if one was not a devout believer of the church, then one would have to spend a large sum of money to purchase the Priest's Divine Art services.

Clearly, this villager's family only had him as a strong laborer and didn't look like they had money, so his mother's eyes could only wait—wait until the annual Harvest Festival to see if they could get a turn when the Cunzi Priest distributed benefits to the Nongshen Believers.

Generally speaking, it was not very easy.

Jier thought for a moment, took out a Gold Coin from the money pouch inside his armor, and flicked it into the hand of the villager on the gate.

"Take this Gold Coin and ask Ruiduokasi to treat the old woman of the Bawei family's eyes as soon as possible, and let her come to identify her son after she gets her eyes treated."

Jier's words, along with his generous act, immediately left the surrounding villagers astonished.

The young Bawei beside him knelt on the ground all of a sudden, thanking Jier incessantly.

Jier felt secretly pleased, but he also felt the pain of losing a Gold Coin; however, he said generously at this moment: "These are all small matters. Fighting evil enemies, saving the innocent, and helping the weak who need help—these are all things I should do."

"But my ability is limited, so I can only help you up to this point."

This villager was still thanking him continuously; it seemed that compared to Jier rescuing him from the hands of the Defeated Soldiers, it was far less important than Jier's generous payment for the treatment of his mother's eyes just now.

The villager holding the Gold Coin held it high and ran toward the village at a fast pace.

His eyes were mostly fixed tightly on the Gold Coin in his hand, his mouth swallowing saliva, and his breathing was extremely heavy.

But he did not dare to keep the Gold Coin for himself privately. The money was provided by that Nongshen Believer warrior, and he wasn't stupid; how could he offend the Nongshen Believer warrior sent by the Agricultural God Church for this?

But it was fine to touch this rare Gold Coin, right?

Although Lanse-Qingting Cunzi had abundant grain production and the grain harvested by every family in their village each year, if converted into currency, was not a small amount, the problem wasn't calculated that way.

A Gold Coin could buy the grain that a Gold Coin could purchase. But grain worth a Gold Coin could basically never be exchanged for a Gold Coin.

Because Sasi County was a grain-producing region both north and south, grain here was not worth much, and the Merchant Guild that purchased it also kept the grain prices very low every year. Although the Farmers did not worry about food and drink, they actually couldn't save much money in a year. Because money placed in a jar would not spoil, and when taken out after a few years or a dozen years, it was still worth that much. But grain placed in a warehouse for a year or two would either not taste good or be ruined by small animals.

Grain could not be stored for a long time.

So don't look at Lanse-Qingting Cunzi as having massive walls and a beautiful Church; if you asked which family in the village could casually take out a Gold Coin to generously and gratuitously treat the old woman of the Bawei family's eyes, not many people could do it.

"People from outside are truly generous!"

This villager rubbed the shining Kingdom Gold Coin with his fingers, wishing he could kiss it and sleep holding this Gold Coin!

But he still ran to the Bawei family's house on the edge of the village in a few steps.

There were also a few people in the house in front of this family, all relatives of the Bawei family; ever since young Bawei was captured by those wicked soldiers at noon, these relatives had swarmed over like ants smelling blood.

This villager rushed into the Bawei house with the coin and was immediately stopped: "What are you doing? Something happened to the Bawei family, young Bawei was captured by bad people at noon; if you want to find him, you won't be able to find him from now on."

This villager laughed, shook the Gold Coin in his hand, and shouted loudly to the many people in the house: "That might not be the case! That might not be the case!!"

"Old Mrs. Bawei! The Nongshen Believer warrior who came this afternoon, just now! He rescued your son from those bad people!"

This sentence was like a Wolf Pack howling, shocking everyone inside and outside the Bawei house!

"Stop joking, young Bawei was only captured at noon, how could a young person like you come here to play such a prank!"

"Exactly, this kind of behavior is too malicious; whose child are you? Let me tell your father and have him properly discipline your hurtful mouth."

People became indignant, and not many people took what this young man said seriously.

Only the sad and panicked Old Mrs. Bawei picked up her cane, tapping left and right as she tried to walk toward where the young man was to confirm if what the other party said was true.

This young man was so angry at the people around him that his face turned red; he held the rare Gold Coin high, using it as evidence that he was not lying or playing a prank, and shouted loudly: "Look at this! What is this? A Gold Coin! A golden, shining Gold Coin!"

"Huh?"

"Where did you get such a large sum of money?"

"What are you trying to prove?"

The young man shouted loudly: "I am telling the truth. The Agricultural God Warrior who arrived this afternoon is very impressive. He rescued little Bawei in one go, along with another young man who had been captured, and he even took an enemy prisoner!"

"You've said so much, but where is little Bawei? Do these things have anything to do with the Gold Coin in your hand?"

Seeing the old woman push through the crowd and grope her way to the door, the young man said directly: "They are at the West Gate right now, but we guards didn't let them in. Because we don't really recognize the two people who were captured, and they were beaten up—their faces are as swollen as if they'd been stung by bees—only their family members can recognize them."

Hearing this, most of the people looked at this old woman from the Bawei family who could not see clearly, and the quick-witted villagers immediately understood what the Gold Coin was for.

And when the old woman heard that her son had been beaten and injured, she nervously gripped her door frame tightly with her hands, her fingernails digging into the wood.

The young man scratched his head and continued: "Because little Bawei said that it's just him and his mother at home, and his mother cannot see due to an eye disease, that Agricultural God Warrior generously took out a Gold Coin. He used this money to have Priest Ruiduokasi treat Mrs. Bawei, and it needs to be done right now. Their group is still outside the West Gate, and it will be dark soon."

The relatives of the Bawei family looked at one another. Some plotted something sinister in their hearts, standing in place and even slightly using their bodies to block old Mrs. Bawei from leaving. Others sighed heavily, stepped forward, and took the initiative to support the blind old Mrs. Bawei, helping her out of the house.

"Thank you, thank you all. It is all because of my eyes. I never expected, I never expected that warrior would actually pay money. How can our family ever repay him?"

The old woman said tremblingly as she was helped toward the beautiful Nongshen Church in the village. The young man holding the Gold Coin also scratched his head and answered the old woman's question: "That Agricultural God Warrior is so generous, I think working for him wouldn't be bad, right? It's just that I don't know if he wants us young people who don't have many skills."

Some of the Bawei family's relatives spoke in a malicious, sarcastic tone: "Hmph, old Bawei only has this one son left. Now that he hasn't started a family and doesn't have any children, if he follows that warrior out, well, the consequences... hmph hmph. I don't think it's bad, right?"

The others around them also began to mock. With just an old woman alone, even if her eyes were healed later, how would she live by herself in the village? Who would cultivate the land her family has outside the village? It would be difficult for her to even prepare enough firewood for cooking. If she didn't even have firewood, she could only eat cold, uncooked food. Basically, in an environment like this village, she wouldn't have many years left to live.

They looked at each other, feeling that this might not be a bad thing. Anyway, little Bawei had been captured by bad guys, and this old Mrs. Bawei couldn't live many more years alone while blind. Even if little Bawei was rescued, since they owed such a large sum of money to the Agricultural God Church warrior, wouldn't their family have to let little Bawei go out and work for him? Even if old Mrs. Bawei's eyes were healed, how could a woman live alone?

Once she died in two or three years because she couldn't hold on, wouldn't the Bawei family's cultivated fields and their house all belong to these relatives?

Thus, these relatives no longer blocked her; they even took the initiative to support the old woman, and some even ran to the church ahead of time to explain the situation to Priest Ruiduokasi.

After the Bawei family's old woman was helped into the church hall, the others stood outside the church gate, craning their necks to look inside, all wanting to see how the priest would treat her eyes.

Many people, even if they had seen similar treatments, were still curious about this kind of supernatural, magical power and couldn't get enough of it.

Priest Ruiduokasi asked the young man who brought the Gold Coin again, getting a general understanding of the matter.

He glanced at the Bawei family relatives huddled outside the church gate, sighed slightly, and whispered: "The great Agricultural God can feed the stomach of people's bodies, but how can he feed the stomach in people's minds called desire?"

He shook his head, took the Gold Coin handed over by the young man, and not caring about this shiny little object, gently placed it into the old woman's hand. He then said to the old woman: "How many years have your eyes been ill?"

The old woman had grown up in Lanse-Qingting Cunzi and naturally knew the Old Priest. She was only in her forties this year, but she looked far worse in body and spirit than Priest Ruiduokasi, who was already over eighty.

She said respectfully to the Old Priest: "Grandpa Ruiduokasi, my eyes have been unable to see clearly for five years. The year old Bawei passed away, I cried too much, and my eyes gradually failed."

"Sigh, your family was a devout believer family at the time, why didn't you come to me for treatment?" The Old Priest was very familiar with every farmer family in the village and basically knew the situation of each household.

"The problem wasn't big at the time, so I didn't take it to heart. Later, because I had to take care of little Bawei and work hard to farm, I didn't pay attention to it." The old woman rubbed her hands nervously and could only tell the truth.

The Old Priest sighed: "I mentioned it to you back then—it is very difficult for a woman to support a family alone—and suggested you take in an unmarried man from another village, but you were unwilling. As a result, you had to be busy farming and busy raising the child, so you basically gave up coming to the church to participate in church affairs. Your family dropped out of being a devout believer family the second year. After your eyes developed problems later, it became even more troublesome to treat them."

But the old woman didn't care: "But didn't that child Bawei grow up healthy? If I remarried, he would definitely be strictly disciplined by a new husband. This Bawei family house and land will always be left to him in the future."

"Fine. This time it was an action by the Agricultural God Warrior. He rescued people but they couldn't enter the village, requiring family identification to get in. This is all part of the new problems that arose after my legs started having issues. I will make an exception this time and help you heal your eyes. Take the money back and return it to that Agricultural God Warrior named Jier. Although you owe him a life, don't owe him money too, otherwise little Bawei will have to follow him no matter what. If he leaves, you won't have anyone to take care of you here. Sigh, I said it before, you should have found a new husband."

The old woman took a deep breath: "Only regarding this point, I cannot listen to you, Grandpa Ruiduokasi."

The Old Priest shrugged and said nothing more.

He had the old woman sit on a chair facing the Agricultural God Statue inside the church, then he clasped his hands together and prayed in a low voice. Soon, a large amount of cyan Agricultural God Divine Power emerged from the Old Priest's hands.

Placing his hands over the old woman's eyes, it wasn't long before this Agricultural God Divine Power sank into her eyes.

The diseased eyes quickly returned to normal, and for the first time in years, the clear world was once again taken into the old woman's eyes.

After the treatment, the old woman's body was quite exhausted, but she still stood up. This time, she discarded the cane she used to assist her walking, thanked the Old Priest, and walked out of the church alone, hurrying toward the village West Gate.

The villagers who were watching the excitement followed along, leaving only the Old Priest standing in the church, waiting for Jier to come over.

At this moment, he sensed an eruption of Agricultural God Divine Power in the Shulin to the southeast of the village; clearly, Priest Bata'er on that side had also encountered a battle.

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