Immediately afterwards, Uncle Deng and a group of villagers respectfully sent the medicine shop owner out the door.

Shen Ningning heard him say: "Fortunately, the wound is not deep and was treated in time. It seems that no vital damage has been done so far."

"But the medicine needs to be changed every two days. I don't have much medicine with me this time. If it's not enough, you can come back to me."

Uncle Deng nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay... As for the medical fee..."

He had no money on him now, so he took out a bunch of jewelry from the box and handed it over.

"My family is in a tight situation and we don't have any cash. Please accept this from the shopkeeper."

The drug store owner quickly declined.

"If it's not so much, I came to Xiangyun Village to find the young lady for medical consultation and medicine. I'll collect the money next time. This time I don't need any money."

Uncle Deng thanked him profusely.

The medicine shop owner and Shen Ningning walked aside and saw him taking out a bag of silver.

"Little miss, you left two kilograms of aconite in the shop last time. I have been waiting for you to come and pay the bill, but you didn't come, so I just sent it over."

Shen Ningning collected the money and took a look, it was about two hundred taels.

Two pounds of aconite can't be exchanged for these silver coins.

She Nunuo said: "It was too hot before and I didn't want to go out, but grandpa shopkeeper, why did you give me too much?"

The medicine shop owner smiled and said: "The noble lady in the palace has an old illness again, and the medicine has been very effective recently."

"So the emperor ordered me to increase the price and asked me to buy in large quantities. If you have any more, young lady, you might as well give them to me."

Shen Ningning thought for a moment: "Not much, just six pounds."

"That's great, I'll pick it up tomorrow."

"I'm going to a private school tomorrow. Then I'll leave the aconite to my grandma, and you can just give the money to my grandma!"

After the two of them agreed, the drug store manager took his leave.

Shen Ningning turned around and saw Aunt Liu and his wife apologizing to Uncle Deng's family.

"It's all my fault. I didn't do anything lightly, and I got into a fight with your wife. As a result, the village chief fell. I'm really sorry!"

Uncle Liu even said: "We will pay for the medicine expenses after the village chief."

Uncle Deng shook his head: "I know whose fault it is, and I don't blame you two."

Aunt Deng on the side came to her senses: "Deng Jixiang, what do you mean? It's not their fault, is it still my fault? My face is stained!"

Uncle Deng scolded: "You haven't finished yet, don't you think it's not enough? Dad is already lying on the bed, what do you want to do?"

"You... you are just a loser! My wife was bullied and she didn't even say a word!" Aunt Deng started crying.

Just now she heard that the old village chief's injury was not serious, so she felt that she was at a disadvantage again.

Aunt Liu was so cruel that there were many red marks on her face.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, so Aunt Deng simply started beating Uncle Deng.

At first, Uncle Deng didn't fight back, gritting his teeth and letting her vent her anger.

Aunt Deng cried and cursed, saying that when she married him, she was very poor and had to rely on her mother's family for subsidies.

He also said: "If I had listened to my family and married my cousin, I would have been blessed by now!"

Uncle Deng couldn't bear it anymore.

He grabbed her wrist with a palm: "Okay! Since you feel aggrieved, let's go and make peace tomorrow!"

The surrounding villagers were in an uproar, and even Aunt Deng was stunned and forgot to cry.

"What did you say?"

"I said we should be divorced. Since you have been so wronged in my house, we will separate without delaying your happiness!"

Aunt Deng stared with red eyes: "Deng Jixiang! When I wanted to marry you, my mother didn't agree. I really regret not listening to her."

"Just make peace, don't regret it!"

She shook off Uncle Deng, grabbed the frozen Deng Fugui and turned around to leave.

The villagers hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but they all said it was not possible.

But Aunt Deng didn't listen to anyone, so she got on the bullock cart and left.

Shen Ningning looked at Uncle Deng. He looked tired and insisted that he was fine, then returned to the yard.

And those boxes of jewelry were still shining brightly under the sunlight.

I wonder if it was because of changes in wealth that the villagers were embarrassed to take it anymore.

In the end, Shen Ningning called Chen Ye and Granny Chen for help.

Each family packs the three items and delivers them door to door.

Shen Ningning also brought three good things to the crazy scholar: thick ink, purple hair pen, and a piece of satin.

A lot of things happened in the village these days.

But the crazy scholar seemed to be isolated from the world, immersed in the sea of ​​books.

Even Shen Ningning told him that the reason for the reward was because the villagers helped the government capture the bandits.

The crazy scholar was stunned when he heard this: "Are thieves coming to the village?"

There was a helpless look on the little guy's fair and tender face.

"I've been here before, but everything has been solved. Madam, you should be able to use these three things."

"I see that your clothes are very old. If you like this satin, I will ask Granny Chen to help you cut some clothes."

She remembered that Granny Chen was skillful with her hands and was good at making female celebrities.

The crazy scholar just glanced at the cloth and then looked away without interest.

Instead, he held up the Zihao pen with great treasure and stroked it repeatedly.

"It's been a long time since I've used a pen like this." He sighed, his eyes looking a little weathered.

"In the beginning, the Zihao pen was the worst kind in the family. My father and brother and I usually used the Hu pen, which was made of fine white goat hair. The pen barrel was made of jade and the ink was drawn smoothly."

He looked out the window, but his eyes seemed to be looking at the past.

"At that time, we liked to compose poems under the window and appreciate each other's taste. But now, these years have passed..." The father and brother who sat and discussed with him by the window that day have turned into nothing.

Shen Ningning sat next to him, holding her chin with her small hands and blinking brightly with her big eyes.

"Hu pen? How much money? If I see it next time I go out on the street, I can buy one for you!"

"The price for one is anywhere from fifty taels, and it may be more expensive."

The little guy fell silent immediately.

She coughed lightly and muttered in a soft voice: "Then... I will give it to you when I have more money."

The mad master's thin face showed a smile for the first time.

"Whether it's a Zihao pen or not, for me now, whatever I use is a waste of treasure."

Seeing that it was getting late, Shen Ningning prepared to leave.

However, as soon as she turned around, the mad master grabbed her collar.

"Don't leave yet. You haven't come to study for a long time. Today you will learn two more lessons."

Shen Ningning opened her watery eyes and lightly kicked her calf.

"Crazy madam, it's so late today, why not try another day!" She also wanted to go home and eat the roast pork cooked by her grandma!

"If you listen carefully, you will be able to finish the lesson before the end of the day. When it comes to learning, a scholar should not forget it in one day. He must study hard all the time so that he can remember it firmly."

As he said this, he pressed Shen Ningning on the stool, picked up the book prepared for her, and started teaching.

In desperation, the little guy could only ask Wolf Si to go home first and tell his grandma so that she would not worry.

The crazy scholar took an extremely serious attitude towards teaching her.

His family was poor and did not have much lamp oil.

Usually when Shen Ningning was away, he would read in the yard and read by the moonlight.

The little guy was here today, and he rarely lit an oil lamp.

In order not to disappoint the crazy scholar, Shen Ningning also studied extremely seriously.

She was only four years old, so she followed him and learned the knowledge that others only learned when they were seven or eight years old.

At midnight, the moonlight shone brightly on the mountain road.

The little guy hugged something, lay on the back of the Black Wolf King, and left the crazy scholar's house sleepily.

The Black Wolf King moaned and groaned all the way to express his dissatisfaction.

When his little Ningning was young, he was taught this lesson!
To be continued...