Nine Zero Little Daughter-in-law

Mu Yuanshan kept the book locked in the cabinet.

She heard from her master that this book was passed down to him by his master, and then passed down from generation to generation.

This book records many cases of difficult and miscellaneous diseases, and condenses a lot of wisdom of traditional Chinese medicine, which is hard to buy.

In the previous life, Mu Yuanshan gave this book to her when she was about to go to Haishi.

It was the same in this life, but she was not his apprentice.

"Master Mu..."

Seeing Yan Wanqing's red eyes, Mu Yuanshan couldn't help but soften his tone, "It's just a book, it seems to move you."

Yan Wanqing lowered her head, covering the complicated emotions in her eyes, and said jokingly: "Because this is the first time you have given me something!"

Mu Yuanshan pretended to be fierce, "You mean I was too picky before?"

"No." Yan Wanqing hastily remedied, "It's because very few people give me things."

Mu Yuanshan choked up, looking at Yan Wanqing with a bit of distress, "Stinky girl, you always behave badly in front of me, this trick doesn't work for me, don't expect me to treat you better."

"Hey, no matter whether you treat me well or not, I will always be filial to you."

After eating, Mu Yuanshan sent Yan Wanqing and Jiang Mo away.

He looked at the little girl's back and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Unexpectedly, because of Yan Wanqing's kindness to him, he would give away such an important thing.

But he didn't regret it, he believed that once the book was in Yan Wanqing's hands, she would take good care of it and study the contents carefully.

Hopefully she can carry on what he left unfinished.

Jiang Mo looked at the book that Yan Wanqing held tightly in his arms, and said, "That old man picks things up very well, he doesn't give away things easily, once he does, it will be great."

Yan Wanqing didn't expect Jiang Mo's comments to be so accurate.

Jiang Mo looked down at Yan Wanqing's eyes twinkling with doubts, but smiled and said nothing.

When Yan Wanqing decided to approach Mu Yuanshan, he sent someone to investigate.

Coupled with the time spent together, one can vaguely guess what kind of person Mu Yuanshan is.

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dong dong...

There was a knock on the door early in the morning.

Jiang Mo came out, "Who?"

"Xiao Mo, it's me."

Jiang Lianqing's voice came from the crack of the door.

Jiang Mo said in a low voice, "Didn't you say last time that you don't want to come here?"

"Can you open the door?"

"No."

"Xiao Mo, when my father begs you, can you open the door?"

Let Jiang Lianqing slam the door loudly, but Jiang Mo ignored him and went to the kitchen to cook.

After cooking the porridge, Jiang Mo took care of the blind mother-in-law to get up.

The blind mother-in-law asked, "He's here again?"

Jiang Mo hummed, "Do you want me to open the door for him?"

"Leave him alone, he will leave when he gets tired."

Soon, the knock on the door became weaker, and Jiang Mo only thought that Jiang Lianqing was tired from knocking.

Yan Wanqing went shopping at the canteen, and when she passed by Jiang Mo's house, she saw a little guy in thin clothes knocking on the door.

She knew him, Jiang Yi.

But there were no Jiang Lianqing and Xie Yueqin couple around.

Yan Wanqing walked over, "Little friend, where are your parents?"

Jiang Yi turned his head when he heard the words, his little face was red from the cold, and his nose was dripping with clear snot.

The little guy sniffed, "My parents are gone."

"Why didn't you go with them?"

"I'm here to find my brother."

Yan Wanqing didn't need to think about it to know that Jiang Lianqing and his wife left the little guy here and used bitter tricks to force Jiang Mo to forgive them. Although she despised their behavior, she felt sorry for the little guy.

She grabbed his cold little hand, looked at his red and swollen palm, her eyes flashed with distress, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

His little hands were so cold that they were numb and unconscious.

Yan Wanqing stuffed his hands into his pockets, "Put your hands in sister's pockets to keep warm first, and I'll knock on the door for you."

"Thank you sister." The little guy was very polite.

Yan Wanqing knocked on the door, "Jiang Mo, I'm Yan Wanqing."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Mo came to open the door and saw Jiang Yi beside Yan Wanqing. He frowned, "Why are you with him?"

"I'll tell you later, let him go in and enjoy the fire first!"

Jiang Mo didn't say anything, and turned sideways to let them in.

Jiang Yi glanced at Jiang Mo timidly, his fat and small body was pressed against Yan Wanqing, as if to relieve his fear of Jiang Mo.

Yan Wanqing pulled Jiang Yi to the kitchen and asked him to sit by the stove to keep warm.

then go out.

Jiang Mo stood in the yard waiting for her explanation.

"I saw him knocking on the door when I passed by your house, and his parents were missing."

Yan Wanqing had no resistance to children, but she couldn't help feeling distressed when she saw the poor Jiang Yi.

"Anyway, he's innocent, so I just..."

"I don't blame you."

"Oh." Yan Wanqing touched her nose.

Jiang Mo's porridge was ready, he took out two pieces of marinated pickles from the jar, shredded them and put them on the plate.

Jiang Yi looked at the pickles helplessly, and his saliva almost flowed out.

Jiang Mo glanced at him, "Want to eat?"

Jiang Yi nodded, then shook his head quickly, like a rattle.

Jiang Mo took out the pickles, and Jiang Yi never took his eyes off the pickles.

Yan Wanqing helped the blind mother-in-law to sit down, and Jiang Mo sat aside to serve the porridge, only he was like an isolated outsider.

Jiang Yi rubbed his hands with his head drooping, his cheeks puffed up and he was very unhappy.

"Come over for dinner."

Jiang Yi suddenly turned his head to look at Jiang Mo who was leaning against the door, staring with big round eyes, "Can I eat?"

"Ah."

Jiang Yi happily followed Jiang Mo, his fat and round body was a little funny when he ran.

The blind mother-in-law heard the brisk footsteps and asked, "Xiao Mo, is there someone at home?"

Jiang Mo made a silent gesture towards Jiang Yi, he nodded obediently, and put his little fat hand on his mouth.

"Here comes one."

"Who?"

"Wanqing's godfather's daughter."

Chen Molin is a lively and lovely girl, she often jumps up and down, the blind mother-in-law does not doubt that she has him.

"Our family's breakfast is a bit crude, so don't be disgusted or see outsiders."

Yan Wanqing smiled and said, "Don't worry, mother-in-law, she is a familiar one."

"That's good."

Jiang Yi didn't eat in the morning, and knocked on the door for so long. He was so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and he picked up the bowl and drank heavily.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, he gnawed on the side of the bowl and looked at Jiang Mo eagerly.

No one can resist those big clear and innocent eyes, Jiang Mo said: "Go!"

As if Jiang Yi had been pardoned, Yan Wanqing served him a bowl of rice for fear of scalding him.

Jiang Yi jumped up and down happily, "Thank you sister."

Yan Wanqing couldn't help rubbing his hair, "You're welcome."

After eating, Jiang Mo went to wash the dishes. Jiang Yi squatted in front of the chicken coop, looking curiously at the little chickens inside, and couldn't help stretching out his little hand.

The blind granny came over holding a cane, and told her intimately, "The chicken can bite people, don't touch it with your hands."