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Chapter 10 His Hand Injury

Seeing that Cui Hejin was back, Jiang Zhiluo felt relieved.

Mrs. Cui's heart also dropped.

On the road to exile, she was able to survive with just one breath, but she didn't worry about her son.

His temper is getting colder and colder, and I still remember that he was not like this before.

Nowadays, it seems that nothing can cause him any mood swings, and his thoughts are getting deeper and deeper. Even she, the mother-in-law, can't understand it.

Mrs. Cui stood up, washed her hands, and got a bowl of ginger soup for Cui Hejin.

"Is this umbrella still borrowed from Shopkeeper Feng of Linjiang Tower?"

"Um."

Mrs. Cui sighed with emotion: "Shopkeeper Feng is still kind."

After saying that, Mrs. Cui happily said to Cui Hejin: "Today Zhiluo went to the mountain in the rain and found some food."

"It's just chives. It's a vegetable. Zhi Luo said it can be used to cook dumplings or steamed buns. It's delicious."

"Zhi Luo is better and knows more, otherwise I will eat wild vegetables tonight."

After eating wild vegetables every meal, Mrs. Cui was a little overwhelmed.

Cui Hejin sat down and drank a few sips of ginger soup. After hearing what his mother said, he raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Jiang Zhiluo, his eyes were charming and thoughtful.

Jiang Zhiluo always felt that Cui Hejin's eyes were a bit captivating.

The momentum is too strong and a bit overwhelming.

Jiang Zhiluo could only say softly: "I was just lucky and found some vegetables on the mountain."

Cui Hejin quickly looked away, hummed, said nothing more, and didn't ask any more questions.

Jiang Zhiluo found that even after drinking a bowl of ginger soup, Cui Hejin was sitting there with an elegant aura around her, unhurried, very steady.

After Cui Hejin drank a bowl of ginger soup, he slowly took out a small purse and said in a low voice: "Today, I sold a total of one hundred and thirty cents. I bought ten kilograms of thick noodles, which can last for a while."

"There is still fifty coins here, mother, please take it first."

Only then did Mrs. Cui see a bag of grain in the basket next to Cui Hejin.

When she heard this, she was shocked, "Did you copy the book again?"

That basket of eggs couldn't be sold for so many copper coins. Cui Hejin must have copied the book and sent it to the bookstore to sell it for some money.

"Do you know that if your hand continues like this, you will no longer be able to write with a pen? The doctor has said that your hand..."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Cui's voice was a little sour and she couldn't go on.

Cui Hejin said calmly: "Mom, don't worry, I'm fine."

"What do you mean it's okay? What if your hand can no longer hold a pen?"

Mrs. Cui rarely spoke so urgently.

She looked at her son, blaming herself and feeling uncomfortable in her heart, "It's all useless to my mother. If my mother had a way, I wouldn't have lost my hands..."

Mrs. Cui couldn't control her emotions for a while.

Cui Hejin looked at his mother and sighed: "Mom, we have to survive first before we can think about anything else."

"Mom, don't blame yourself, you have done a good job."

When Cui Hejin comforted her mother, her voice was rarely softer.

Jiang Zhiluo's heart beat a few times and she was a little frightened. What happened to Cui Hejin's hand?

What does it mean to be unable to pick up a pen to write?

And the situation here is even poorer than she thought.

Maybe you really need to urgently make money to buy food, or you will really go hungry.

I don’t know how long the three of them can eat these ten pounds of whole grains.

Jiang Zhiluo was afraid that Mrs. Cui's discomfort would be bad for her health, so she could only divert her attention and said: "Mom, I've got everything ready. Let's cook the vegetables first. I may need my mother to help me light the fire."

As soon as Jiang Zhiluo spoke, Mrs. Cui remembered that Zhiluo was still there and that she had lost control just now.

Mrs. Cui hurriedly suppressed the water in the corner of her eyes, adjusted her mood, and quickly took out the white flour buns from the pot, then put away the pot and helped light the fire.
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