Song Tuanyuan's eyes darkened and he watched Mrs. Chen's wife walk out.
Song Shuangxi's legs went weak and she squatted on the ground, sobbing softly.
Although the three taels of silver were returned, Song Shuangxi was still afraid that the deed of betrayal was in someone else's hands.
Song Tuanyuan sighed, stepped forward and said, "Don't worry, there will always be a way!"
Song Shuangxi cried and said nothing. What could be done? Could her mother really know how to cure illnesses?
Song Tuanyuan looked at Song Shuangxi's scared look and knew that it would be useless to talk more. It seemed that she still had to find a way to cure Chen Chengzhi's illness.
The villagers were still watching the excitement outside. When they heard that Song Tuanyuan was going to treat the Chen family's son, they immediately started talking.
"This mother-in-law of the Song family, apart from being able to fight and take advantage, is cruel and cruel, how can she cure any disease? Is the Chen family seeking medical attention in a hurry?"
"Isn't that right? If the Chen family's child is handed over to the Song family's mother-in-law, it will be handed over to the hands of King Yama!"
"Tell me, where did the Song family's three taels of silver come from?"
"Yes, didn't you say that you sold your daughter for three taels of silver so that your second son could study? If you don't sell your daughter, then your second son won't study anymore?"
"How is this possible? Even if Mrs. Song sells herself, she still has to let her precious son study!"
…
When Song Fugui heard those words, he wanted to use a pole to chase them away.
Song Tuanyuan stopped him and whispered: "Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors!"
Song Fugui was stunned for a moment. Before this, Song Tuanyuan used to call the villagers vampires and two-skinned people.
When Song Xiucai's father was the village chief, the villagers all tolerated her. Later, Song Xiucai died and the village chief was transferred to someone else's house. The villagers immediately changed their faces, so the original owner could follow her for two green onions.
The neighbors started fighting.
But now...
Song Fugui couldn't help but muttered: "Could it be that my mother really turned into a weasel?"
In the evening, Song Shuangxi cheered up and brought a plate of fried wild vegetables in front of Song Tuanyuan, with a flattering smile on her dark and thin face, "Mom, you eat the wild vegetables!"
Song Tuanyuan had been hungry for a few days, and today he had a battle of wits with the man named Ji Chang'an because of selling rings, which made him feel like he was starving. In addition, he hadn't seen oil flowers for a long time, so he only took a few bites.
"Mom, what should we do now?" Song Shuangxi asked in a low voice, "Where do you know how to see a doctor?"
"Don't think too much, just take good care of your sister-in-law's confinement!" Song Shuangxi whispered, "I'll go to the town tomorrow to think of something!"
Song Shuangxi opened her mouth. She felt that Song Tuanyuan could not think of a way, but she did not say anything.
When Wang Yulan heard that Song Tuanyuan was going to the town, she quickly took some handkerchiefs and brought them to Song Tuanyuan.
"Mom, I made this in the past few days. You can sell it in the town for a few copper coins!" Wang Yulan was still timid when talking to Song Tuanyuan.
Song Tuanyuan glanced at it and frowned slightly.
When Wang Yulan saw Song Tuanyuan frowning, her heart skipped a beat.
"Mom, I know I'm not doing well. I can only sell as many copper coins as I want..." Wang Yulan said in a low voice.
"When did you do it? Didn't I let you have a rest? What should I do if I become blind while doing needlework during this month?" Song Tuanyuan said unhappily.
Wang Yulan lowered her head and muttered: "Then we can't just do nothing!"
She had been dreaming these past few days, lying in bed all day doing nothing or talking, and eating white steamed buns and thin noodles, which were all rations saved by her mother-in-law. Looking at these days, her mother-in-law was worried
Hungry and thin!
The more this happened, the more uneasy Wang Yulan felt, and she always felt uneasy.
"You can rest if I ask you to. You have been working hard for the Song family for so many years!" Song Tuanyuan looked at those handkerchiefs, then looked at Wang Yulan's torn cotton jacket and cotton trousers, and said, "Handkerchief
Keep it for yourself, you don’t have to worry about the money for the time being!”
After Song Tuanyuan finished speaking, he turned around and entered his room.
Wang Yulan stood blankly for a long time.
Song Shuangxi's matter was not resolved, and Song Tuanyuan's heart was not at ease. She wanted to have a good sleep, but in the end, she dreamed of the man named Ji Changan. He was lying on the ground covered in blood, and his eyes were staring at her.
, making her panic.
Song Tuanyuan woke up in the middle of the night and carefully reviewed the memories of the original owner in her previous life. She had really only seen Ji Changan once in her previous life, but why did she always feel so familiar to him?
In the morning, Song Tuanyuan yawned, stuffed a piece of sweet potato into her mouth, and called Song Fugui to follow her into the town.
Song Fugui hurriedly responded and picked up two loads of firewood.
"No need to carry firewood, let's take the oxcart at the end of the village!" Song Tuanyuan said. If he had to rely on two legs, he would be exhausted when he walked to the town, and there would be no need to do any business!
"Mom, you ride in the carriage while I carry the firewood and trot, just as fast, without any delay!" Song Fugui said honestly, "Isn't it always like this before!"
Song Tuanyuan looked at Song Fugui's smile and couldn't understand why such a good boy could kill his wife, sell his daughter, and seduce a widow!
"If you are asked to take the car, then take the car. There are still many things to do when we arrive in the town!" Song Tuanyuan felt unhappy when she thought of Song Fugui's future events. There must be something hateful about poor people, that's right.
Song Fugui had no choice but to comply, lower his head and follow Song Tuanyuan to ride the bullock cart.
"Hey, Aunt Song seems to be really rich, she even lets rich people ride in bullock carts!" Sister-in-law He from the village couldn't help but joked when she saw her.
Song Tuanyuan smiled and said: "A poor family is rich!"
Sister-in-law He couldn't help but look at Song Tuanyuan: "Ms. Song seems to have changed a lot!"
Song Tuanyuan smiled: "People always change!"
Sister-in-law He smiled and said nothing.
After arriving in the town for more than an hour, Song Tuanyuan was concerned about the treatment of the Chen family's son, so he took Song Fugui to the drug store to take a look.
The Chinese medicinal materials used to treat asthma include winter flowers, tangerine peel, peony bark, platycodon, mint, etc. Song Tuanyuan went to take a look and found that the rest were easy to find, but this mint was rare.
This mint usually grows in wetlands and rivers in high mountains. Not many people use it nowadays, so it is very rare.
Just when Song Tuanyuan was in trouble, the medicine shop owner actually started to quarrel with someone.
"Is this dendrobium prepared like this? What I want is a prepared medicine. Look at what this is. Don't say I won't come to patronize you. How can I patronize something like you?" The quarrelsome old man said.
The voice was so loud that it filled the Dantian with anger. The voice was so powerful that the shopkeeper's face turned red after just a few words.
"Old Hao, Old Hao, there is nothing we can do. There have been floods in the Qianjiang area these days, cutting off all the roads. Even the medicinal materials from the south cannot get through. The locals are not good at making medicines. It would be great if we can do this.
Just this, it costs eight cents a piece
I'm buying a pound of goods, I sold you ten cents, and I didn't make much!" Although the shopkeeper was a little angry, he still admitted his mistake. It was obvious that the medicine was indeed a bit off, and one more thing, this old man must not be an ordinary person, so the shopkeeper did not dare