Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

"Ajian, Azheng, come and take a look!"

Hao's panicked voice came from inside the house. Zhou Jian and Zhou Zheng, who were sitting silently in the corner, suddenly stood up and ran in.

Even Mr. Lin, who was folding vegetables, was so shocked that he dropped the dishes in his hands and ran in after him.

Gu Panxia's lips curled up slightly, and she calmly finished washing the vegetables, packed them in a vegetable basket, and put them on the bamboo rack aside, then walked slowly into the house.

"Look, this red face is nothing like its original appearance. Could it be caused by that light or something?"

Zhou Zheng was speechless, "Mom, it's time to shine again!"

Mr. Hao suddenly understood and nodded, "Ah, yes, your father is having a comeback, right?"

Gu Panxia couldn't help but feel amused. She strode forward and said softly: "Grandma, grandpa is just asleep. Look at his healthy complexion and even breathing. How does he look like he has returned to the light?"

"But..." Hao was confused.

Just now, my eyes were sunken, my eyelids were blue, and my face was old and haggard. Why are they back to normal now?

This change is too fast! This is unscientific!

"Grandpa said he hasn't had a good night's sleep in years. Grandma, go and prepare the bath water first. Grandpa will get up soon and maybe he needs to wash up!"

"Pan Xia, what on earth is going on? I remember you came in just now!"

Zhou Zheng was also puzzled. It seemed that his father's change only happened after Pan Xia came in. Could this girl have some magic medicine?

Gu Panxia pondered for a while, then she looked at her grandfather who was already asleep. She suddenly raised her eyes and pointed outside to everyone.

Several people understood and followed her out of the house.

After coming out, Gu Panxia asked Hao to bring three bowls.

Except for Mrs. Lin who went to prepare the meal, everyone else was sitting upright with their eyes fixed on her.

Gu Panxia smiled silently and took out the prepared spiritual water.

In order to make it easier to take out the spiritual water in the future, she prepared several small porcelain bottles to hold them in, which was easy to take out without attracting too much attention.

She lifted the kettle on the table and poured a bowl for each person. Then she removed the cork and poured a little bit into each bowl.

"What's this?"

Zhou Zheng stared at the vial in her hand with curiosity in his eyes.

Gu Panxia shook the small bottle in her hand and repeated what she had said to her grandfather before. Everyone was surprised.

Mr. Hao was the first to pick up the bowl and take a sip. He tasted it carefully, but he also felt that there was something special.

After a while, she felt a warm current flowing down her whole body, and her knees, which had been a little sore, gradually stopped feeling sore.

Her eyes widened in shock, "This is amazing!"

Zhou Zheng and Zhou Jian looked at her nervously and curiously.

Zhou Jian smacked his lips, "Mom, what do you think?"

Hao suddenly laughed and sighed: "Okay! Great! Haven't you been in the fields these past few days? My whole body is sore, especially my knees, but everything is better now!"

Zhou Jian and Zhou Zheng looked at each other, and they both picked up the bowls and drank heavily.

Zhou Zheng wiped off the water stains on his lips and felt it carefully. He felt that his whole body seemed to have been washed by cold water and was very refreshing.

"This is indeed a good thing, Pan Xia, don't go around saying that you have this thing, otherwise you will be killed!"

Zhou Jian also nodded in agreement, "That's right, Pan Xia, this thing is a rare thing, so you can't go around saying you have it!"

Gu Panxia chuckled, "Don't worry, uncle, I'm not a child, why would I show off everywhere?"

She is not stupid, so why would she go around telling others that she has a spiritual spring in her hand?

You must know that whether it is the 21st century where she lives or the feudal ancient times, poverty is never the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is being plagued by illness.