The strongest little magician

Chapter 114 Poisoning
"I'm sure, I wanted to sell the chicken farm before, but he came to ask me some time ago, and I said he thought the price was too high, and threatened me at night, saying that if I didn't lower the price, he would find someone to beat me up Woolen cloth!"

Uncle Wang said honestly.

"Hey, he is really talented, and he still wants to hit someone. Does he really think I don't exist?"

Zhang Yangguang smiled coldly.

Thinking that the price was too high, Guo Zhengqiang realized what was going on and poisoned the chicken farm!
"What a murdered man, this price is fair enough, what else does he want? Isn't this driving me to a dead end?!"

Uncle Wang had a mournful face, looking extremely helpless.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang, I will help you to uphold justice if I'm here. Let's cure the chicken first."

Zhang Yangguang spoke a word of comfort.

With his words, Uncle Wang felt at ease, held back his tears, and looked gratefully at Zhang Yangguang.

"Uncle Wang, go outside the village and pick some wormwood. I'll use it for moxibustion. After the moxibustion, the chicken will be healed."

In order to cast the formation, he could only find a way to send Uncle Wang away.

Wormwood is just a gimmick and cannot solve chicken plague, but burning some wormwood can indeed solve the pollution components in the air and play a cleaning role.

Uncle Wang didn't think much about it. After hearing this, he quickly picked up the dustpan and ran outside the village to look for Ai Ye.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Yangguang took out the yellow paper from his pocket, muttered a few words to himself, complex runes blurted out from his mouth, and suddenly a green growth totem appeared on the ground.

"With the power of nature, restore yourself."

After the voice fell, the totem radiated light, illuminating the entire chicken farm, and within a short while, tranquility was restored.

At this point, Zhang Yangguang slowly opened his eyes, the chicken plague disappeared, the dead chickens could not recover, and the remaining dying and half-dead chickens regained their vitality.

About ten minutes later, Uncle Wang hurried back with a dustpan in his hand.

"Sunshine, the wormwood you wanted has arrived!"

He said hello, worried enough, dropped the wormwood, and planned to run again.

"Uncle Wang, don't be too busy, this wormwood is enough."

Unable to let Uncle Wang make another trip, Zhang Yangguang quickly called him to stop him.

"Are you sure enough?"

"Enough is enough."

……

Zhang Yangguang picked up the wormwood, and then used the lychee wood next to him to set up one in the chicken farm, followed by a small wood pile, and directly lit the fire to put the wormwood on the wood pile.

After the flames are burned, and the wormwood is freshly picked, there is still a lot of water, so it will not be burned to ashes, but with a unique fragrance, a thick layer of smoke is formed.

After a while, the thick smoke dispelled a lot of stench, opened the window sill, and the chicken farm was much cleaner.

Uncle Wang saw that the chickens, which were originally listless, were alive and well, so he couldn't help being happy!
"Great, there is no chicken plague, and they are all alive!"

After burning for more than an hour, the mugwort leaf was completely burnt, and a ceremony was performed.

After everything was dealt with, the two stood outside the chicken farm. Zhang Yangguang thought about bringing the chicken farm over to develop other projects.

But just as he opened his mouth, there was movement outside the chicken farm.

"Uncle Wang, are you there?"

As soon as the lazy, extremely arrogant and uncomfortable voice came.

They searched for their reputation and saw Guo Zhengqiang came to the chicken farm with two vagrants who were also doing nothing.

(End of this chapter)