As he thought about it, Jiang the Boss arrived in the bamboo grove and lightened his steps. There were several Bamboo Huts in the grove. The walls, doors, and windows were all made of green bamboo, with thick thatch roofing above. By now, they were completely covered in snow.
This was something Jiang the Boss and the nearby villagers had built together. They had originally wanted to make it sturdier, preferably a house of brick and stone, so Old Immortal could stay here in peace for a little longer.
But Old Immortal had firmly refused, saying he would not be staying here for long.
Besides, places built of bamboo were better for the injured.
Jiang the Boss and the others dared not go against him, so they had no choice but to build it this way. Still, they had done their best to make it tight and windproof, using several layers, and had even enclosed an elegant little courtyard.
They had paved paths beneath the courtyard as well.
It made it convenient for Old Immortal to stroll around each day.
Every family in this area was filled with gratitude toward Old Immortal.
Ever since Blue-Robed Old Immortal had arrived, he had cured every major or minor illness among the villagers with ease. Even the old people who had lain in bed for years, merely waiting to die, had recovered their health and could actually get out and work in the fields.
It was simply inconceivable.
However, although they had kept it strictly secret, Old Immortal's fame had grown greater and greater. People from nearby mountain villages had begun coming to seek treatment. By now, it had gradually expanded until patients from dozens of villages were coming to him.
Jiang the Boss was extremely displeased.
*I told you not to spread