Su Qinghuan took the paper over, but before she could read it, she heard Song Dashan say, "Girl, the matter is done. You promised to give twenty taels of silver... This is Brother Sun. He and I did this with us. We are ten taels."

After saying that, he tried his best to wink Su Qinghuan.

Su Qinghuan was so clever, and immediately said, "Okay. I only have twenty taels of silver left. My two brothers have helped me a lot, so I can't be stingy."

Obviously, Song Dashan only told his companions twenty taels of silver, but this matter was very risky, so Qinghuan was still very grateful to him.

As she said that, she took out a jar from under the bed, turned it over and fell to the ground, the potatoes rolled in, and then a silver note came out.

Su Qinghuan reluctantly picked up the silver note, and was about to say apart to it, Song Dashan had already snatched the silver note and said, "Girl, let's go first, you can clean up yourself slowly, you still have anger. Give him some food, at least a couple, but they can't last for three or five days."

This is exactly what Su Qinghuan asked for.

There is a salt farm behind their village, and many evil people are sent to the salt farm as slaves. They are usually extremely guilty people, so they work hard labor day and night in the salt farm, and they are beaten and scolded by supervisors at will, which has a very high mortality rate.

After death, they were buried on the spot and even threw it into the abandoned salt well, no one cared about it.

The world is in chaos, and the supervision of the salt farm is in chaos. Su Qinghuan also heard that someone steals the day and spends money to rescue people directly.

So when she heard that Song was going to cause trouble for her, she had an idea and decided to buy a dying person to marry her, and then just wait for him to die. She was a widow, and no one could force her to get married anymore. Maybe she could even get into a chastity archway or go sideways.

She glanced at the man on the ground with compassion and said, "Okay, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Brother Song then, but I don't have any money anymore, this coffin..."

"What coffin!" Song Dashan said, "It's just rolled it up with a pair of broken mats. This matter is covered by me."

He was very embarrassed to get so much money from her, so he responded righteously.

Su Qinghuan thanked him, sent the two of them out, closed the door and came back, feeling a little worried.

There is an extra man in the house. Although there may be more intake and less air, there is still one more person.

She picked up the oil lamp and put it on the ground, squatted down, and arched her chin on her knees to look at her "husband".

The man's hair is messy and dirty, with blood and dust on his face, which is very embarrassed; but he looks very young, but he looks in his early twenties, with long eyebrows on his temples, a straight nose, closed eyes, and long eyelashes. He should be a not ugly man.

Perhaps because of his serious illness, his face was abnormally red, his lips were chapped, and there were traces of blood seeping out.

He was wearing short and ragged clothes, dirty and foul smelling.

"At a young age, what's wrong with doing, I insist on committing a crime!" Su Qinghuan muttered, and out of the doctor's instinct, he reached out to diagnose him with his pulse.

"Song Dashan!" After the pulse was diagnosed, she cursed, "Take me money!"

Although this man is a bit dangerously ill, he is never fatal and cannot die at all!

Her seventy taels of silver didn't buy her free widow's identity, but she even bought a big burden!

Su Qinghuan was about to get angry, but in the end his career instinct prevailed.

Even if you are a prisoner, you should not be saved by death. This is the teaching of the ancestor.

The man had a severe fever and was seriously infected, so he should have serious injuries on his body.

Su Qing took off his clothes, and indeed saw the shocking whip marks and the trauma left by other punishments, and many places even began to become purulent.

The unpleasant smell on his body was largely not from his dirty clothes, but from his festering body.

But it was so serious that he could still survive. Su Qinghuan was surprised.

This is really a man with extremely tenacious vitality.

She was a little scared. Why was this man exiled as a salt slave? If he was a habitual thief, bandit, flower-picking thief...

But now it is not the time to worry about these things, so it is more important to save people.

Su Qinghuan went out with an oil lamp, put the stove outside, and wanted to boil water for him to wipe his body. Before he could sell herbs at home, honeysuckle, schizonepeta...

She was quickly calculating the prescription while walking, and was almost tripped by the threshold.

She didn't know that after turning around, the man lying on the stretcher opened his eyes and showed a vigilant light like a lone wolf.

Su Qinghuan boiled the medicine, brought the wooden basin in and wiped the man's body, and wiped his face. The water in the basin was so dirty.

"How can it be so dirty?" Su Qinghuan said to herself, "It's really not supposed to be opportunistic. Now, let's smash it into your hands. Su Qinghuan, Su Qinghuan, are you in your mind?"

"Brother, please cooperate and turn over! He is as heavy as a pig!"

"This is the fabric I'm going to make close-fitting clothes, my heart is bleeding..."

She finished cleaning the man with a silly cotton cloth, wrapped him up, and covered him with her only thin quilt.

"Come on, take the medicine." She used a spoon to feed the man medicine like an old mother. The widow did not treat it as an old mother. She was the old mother first.

At first, the man was tightly closed. When she was about to curse, the man opened his mouth and was fed all the medicine.

Su Qinghuan didn't sleep all night, constantly monitoring the man's temperature, wiping it with warm water from time to time to cool him down, muttering. She not only scolded Song Dashan for not doing things well after taking the money, but also scolded herself for being whimsical.

When it was almost dawn, the man who was half unconscious and half pretended to be asleep finally couldn't help but say in a hoarse voice: "Shut up."

At that time, Su Qinghuan was rubbing his forehead, and when he heard this, he almost threw a towel on his face.

I'm so fucking, this dead man is ungrateful! I've become tired of taking care of him, and I've pulled him back from the brink of death, and I've said "Shut up".

What a desperate doctor-patient relationship!

What a cool couple's estrangement!

Shocked and angry, she was now searching her stomach and preparing words, and wanted to scold him for being squirted, but she heard the man say, "Is this going to be soft? Haha, he only has so many means."

Su Qinghuan was so angry that she didn't know what to say. He threw the towel into the basin and said, "Wait, wait for me to poison you with a bowl of poison! Let's see if you dare to be so arrogant!"

Even if he is left behind in the future, this bastard should know that he was bought by her and she is a bit conscious of being a novice!

As she said that, she picked up the wooden basin and went out angrily.
Chapter completed!