There are a total of three villages nearby, and Muzong is the only one in the three villages. There is a medical center in the town, but the medical center needs a consultation fee, and no one dares to go to the medical center without a hundred and eighty yuan in his hand. Unless it really can't stand it, if it's an ordinary wind chill and fever, most of them come to Mu Zong, prescribe some medicine, and sweat a little after eating, just fine.

Therefore, Mu Zong's status in the village is okay. At least no one dares to offend a Lang Zhong openly. It is still the only Langzhong in the vicinity within a radius of 100 miles.

Mu Ya kept moving, gently caressing the child's forehead. Gradually, the child's complexion turned from pale to rosy. It took only a few breaths, and this time the wood buds were obviously at ease, without the slightest feeling of exhaustion.

The child's parents were speechless in shock when they saw this. Looking at Mu Ya's eyes, there was a mixture of guilt, but more gratitude.

Mu Ya silently exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said in her heart: Most people in the world are like this, including herself.

It's not just because she's cultivated so much this time. What is in the child's body is the yin qi, which is different from the dead qi in Mu Peng's body last time. Yin Qi is easier to get rid of, and vice versa, death Qi is much more difficult.

The child's parents are typical peasant families. There are no flowery words, just a strong thank you and an apology. The tossing and turning is all thanks and sorry, making Muya overwhelmed.

I just wanted to run away, but I was grabbed by the palm of my hand.

I saw the child's mother, crying with joy, and looked at Mu Ya apologetically, "Child, it was my aunt who did something wrong before, thank you Ya'er for saving my child, thank you." ”

With a "snap", a tear fell on the back of Mu Ya's hand. Mu Ya was shocked, and the burning touch made her want to withdraw her hand immediately.

"In the future, my aunt will never believe rumors again, Ya'er is a blessed girl." Mu Li said with tears and laughter, let go of Mu Ya's hand, and touched Mu Ya's face again, "Thank you, Ya'er." He looked up at Mu Zong and said, "Thank you, Uncle Mu." ”

Mu Zong waved his hand, signaling that he didn't need to.

And Mu Ya could only shake his head stiffly, meaning no thanks.

This feeling is not unfamiliar, and it is not the first time that I have received heartfelt thanks from others, but it is only the second time.

It felt strange, but Mu Ya felt inexplicably a little comfortable in her heart.

This is different from the gratitude received in the previous life for collecting money to help people see the disaster.

The two pairs of parents who came today are neighbors, but they are separated by a courtyard wall.

The child rescued by Mu Ya is called Mu Yan, father Mu Qin, and mother Li Shujuan. The two also have a child, who is one year older than Mu Ya this year, named Mu Jie.

Another child is named Mu Shan, his father is Mu Lao, and his mother is Fang Dahua. The two only have one child, and they have only been married for a few years.

Mu Qin's family is a kiln, and on weekdays he will burn some clay pots and porcelain to sell in the town, and the craft is passed down from family to life, and his life is not bad on weekdays.

And Mushan is a carpenter, except when he is busy farming, most of the weekdays are long-term jobs in the town. The husband and wife have only one child, and they can get by.

Strange to say, neither of them has an old man or brother in their family.

Mu Qin's parents passed away the year before last. Just because the relationship between the old couple was very good, the old lady had been gone for only three days, and the old man explained what he should have explained, so he followed.

Mu Ya looked at Mu Qin's face, with luck on his face, and his achievements in the future will not be too high, nor too low. Life is mostly plain and stable, with few twists and turns.