In the small courtyard, let¡¯s not talk about how everyone in Mo Fei tasted the fairy fruit spirit root. Time passed very quickly. Not long after the Spring Festival, the spring season came again in the blink of an eye. Because of the aura of heaven and earth in Gujing Village, the flowers, plants and trees began to bloom early. It¡¯s still cold in spring in other places, but it¡¯s lush green near Daqingshan Mountain. Looking from a distance, one can see a vast expanse of green and endless green, which is really eye-catching. The old locust tree at the entrance of Gujing Village has lush branches covered with snow-white locust flowers. A breeze blew by, the flowers rained in profusion, and the rich fragrance of locust flowers filled the entire small village. The fruit trees in front of and behind every house are covered with flowers. The peach trees are in bloom, and the pear trees are in bloom. The entire Gujing Village has become a green world and a sea of ??flowers. This small village is like a paradise far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. In the embrace of mountains and rivers, it quietly blooms its own unique beauty. In this way, Gujing Village stands out from the crowd. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? It¡¯s just a bit of spring here, but here there are already blooming flowers and green trees. Comparing the two, it is like a fairyland. As a result, many tourists began to come from all over to enjoy the flowers, enjoy the scenery, and go out for an outing, and Gujing Village suddenly became lively again. Of course, the villagers are very satisfied with this. Although groups of strangers come here to visit Gujing Village, Gujing Village is no longer as peaceful as before, but what follows is huge income. Who doesn¡¯t like the pink Grandpa Mao, and the simple villagers are no exception. Every tourist who comes here is the God of Wealth who sends money, so he must be treated well. Although the villagers of Gujing Village are simple and honest, they understand this truth. At this time, at the foot of Daqing Mountain, Mo Fei¡¯s son in the small courtyard has long returned to its former appearance. Nestled among green trees, the farmhouse with green bricks and red tiles looks very sentimental. The small courtyard with yellow thorn roses as the wall is full of luxuriant leaves and is very charming. The various flowers and trees faintly visible in the courtyard are well-proportioned. The wisteria coils around the corner, the pomegranate blossoms illuminate the door, and all kinds of flowers and plants show vigorous vitality, like a brilliant cloud brocade, swaying in the warm spring breeze with the warm feelings of spring. , In the small courtyard with the door closed, hearty chatter and laughter could be heard from time to time. "Xiao Mo, how come you are getting younger and younger in the past year!" Zhang Zhongjing Mr. Zhang drank tea and chatted with Mo Fei. This old man is obsessed with medicine. It can be said that he is crazy about medicine. A few years ago, I came to Gujing Village to visit Murphy with some old friends. I lived here for a few months and learned a lot. The medical knowledge that Mo Fei has mastered was all passed down by his teacher Daoyin Zhenren and his uncle Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Taibai when he was studying Taoism in Tiantai Mountain. Naturally, it is extraordinary. Even though what Mo Fei taught everyone was not very profound, it was extremely valuable to Mr. Zhang and others. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? If it were not for the approaching of the New Year, and the urging of the family to invite them, several of the old men would betruly reluctant to leave. "It's so nice to stay in Gujing Village, with good mountains, good water, good people, better food, and Murphy, a master of medicine, preaching and solving doubts. The old men headed by Zhang Zhongjing are a little happy to miss Shu. No, after the New Year, just after the spring, old man Zhang Zhongjing couldn't stay at home anymore. He and a few old friends talked on the phone, come on, we brothers should go to Gujing Village to find Xiao Mo. Mr. Zhang Zhongjing took the first step and went directly to Mo Fei to report. Along the way, everywhere was gray, the grass had just sprouted a few buds, and the trees had just begun to turn green, but Gujing Village was full of life. Mr. Zhang was sitting in the small courtyard of Mo Fei's house, holding a teacup and looking at the fragrance of the garden. The contrast along the way became even more vivid. This is not a remote mountain village, it is clearly a paradise on earth. (To be continued.)