Looking at Lu Qiuhong, she was still sleeping with her head covered. 1 1 This is not like her character. Although she has shortcomings all over her body, she is a very hard-working person. She usually gets up at dawn.

She seemed to be sleeping soundly.

But Fu Yaxuan was really hungry, so he stepped forward to shake her and said, "Qiu Hong, you've already been exposed to the sun for three days, get up."

Lu Qiuhong opened the quilt and revealed her head. Her face was red and her eyes were dry. She just said "um" and her throat hurt unbearably.

Fu Yaxuan felt something was wrong with her and asked with concern: "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

"It's so hard..." Lu Qiuhong pulled the quilt tightly, fearing that the wind would blow in.

"Wow, it's really hot. You have a fever." Fu Yaxuan stepped forward to touch her forehead and was burned.

"Of course it's hot. The wind blew all night last night, hello..." Lu Qiuhong shivered from the cold.

"You know you are weak, so don't hold on." Fu Yaxuan covered her with his quilt, hugged her, and patted her gently to comfort her.

This was the first time someone took care of Lu Qiuhong, and she felt warm in her heart. In the past, when she was sick, she had to fend for herself, but Fu Yaxuan gave her a feeling of family affection and happiness.

But this happiness disappeared in the next second.

"How's it going? Can you still get up?" Fu Yaxuan asked, frowning.

"What are you doing up?" Lu Qiuhong asked in confusion.

"Get up and make money, otherwise we will both starve to death here."

Lu Qiuhong stared at her in disbelief, too angry to speak.

"Hey, I'm so hungry. I've only eaten one piece of bread in two days and I'll starve to death." Fu Yaxuan shook her shoulders, her voice sounding like a coquettish cat.

"Is he a human? Ask yourself, do you want a patient to get up and beg for food for you?" Lu Qiuhong was so angry that she stared at her with red eyes.

Fu Yaxuan also felt quite embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist the torture of hunger. He said softly: "Do you really have the heart to watch me starve to death?"

Lu Qiuhong yelled angrily: "I can't bear it, I want you to die soon."

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In the market, there are restaurants, teahouses, and various snack stalls on both sides of the street, with smoke curling up from the cooking pots.

In front of the snack stall, there was a mixture of the aromas of various foods, the smell of wine from men's mouths, the smell of powder on women's faces, and various shouts, making it very lively.

Lu Qiuhong was sitting on the street, covered with two tattered plain cotton quilts, even her head was wrapped in the quilt, only a thin face was exposed. Even so, her face was still as pale as paper. A gust of north wind

When she blew it, she trembled like she was playing a pipa.

Seeing how pitiful she was, people on the street donated their money to help her. Within a short time, they had made a lot of copper coins, and some were even generous, giving out several taels of silver each time.

Fu Yaxuan patted her shoulder and said with a smile: "I have said before that you can make much more money this way than you usually make. Just work harder and I will buy you some food."

For such an inhumane person, Lu Qiuhong didn't bother to say anything to her.

After sitting on the street for a day, she really made a lot of money, until at night, Lu Qiuhong fainted, and Fu Yaxuan sent her to the hospital.

The doctor told Fu Yaxuan that it was fortunate that the patient was delivered in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable. After hearing this, Fu Yaxuan felt confused and regretted her selfishness. When did money become more important than human life in her heart?

If she was given a lot of money and made her lose her friend Lu Qiuhong, she almost chose money. Fortunately, God finally treated her well and gave her a chance to make amends.
Chapter completed!