Ninety lucky little sweet wife

Mrs. Qin answered firmly.

As if he still felt that this short sentence was not convincing, he resolutely added: "Even if you forced A Niang to death today, A Niang will not be able to pay a penny."

Qin Zhengfang couldn't hear the voice of her mother's words.

No matter how much trouble she makes today, she won't make any money.

But where is she willing to follow?

Regardless of Zhu Yan's obstruction, he insisted on rummaging through the pockets of Mrs. Qin's underwear, inside and outside.

Even the cotton shoes under his feet were not spared.

The sky paid off, and Qin Zhengfang finally found a ten-yuan note in Mrs. Qin's stocking tube as she wished.

Qin Zhengfang "tsk tsk" twice, with a triumphant smile on his fleshy face.

The old lady Qin was helped to sit on the stool again by Zhu Yan. Seeing that her son Qin Huai was going to grab the ten yuan back, the old lady Qin quickly waved her hand to Qin Huai to stop him.

"How much wealth is left in this family? You have checked it yourself just now. In the future, this family is not worth your troubles. When I die, I will have Ah Huai and his wife to keep my filial piety enough."

"A poor family, do you think I rarely come here?"

Satisfied, Qin Zhengfang put the banknotes into her pocket, turned around and left without any regrets.

In the next second, Mrs. Qin, who had been collapsing, finally couldn't hold on anymore.

His eyes went dark, and he slipped off the stool and fell to the ground.

Both Zhu Yan and Qin Huai were so frightened that they hurried forward to help Mrs. Qin up from the ground and put her back on the bed.

Fortunately, Mrs. Qin came to her senses very quickly, and both of them had no time to catch a breath when they saw Mrs. Qin coughing frequently.

Not long after, the fever started again.

Mrs. Qin's problem is actually an old one, and it happens once every winter. It was relieved not long ago, but it came back again unexpectedly.

After Mrs. Qin settled down, snowflakes fluttered in the sky.

Qin Huai left Zhu Yan and her two children at home to take care of Mrs. Qin, while she held an oil-paper umbrella and went alone to the village doctor Qiu's house to get medicine.

These years, Mrs. Qin's cough has been treated by Dr. Qiu. He is familiar with Mrs. Qin's illness, and the medicine list is still kept in his home.

Looking at the wall clock on the wall, the hour hand points to the direction of seven.

Zhu Yan walked to the main room again, tiptoed, and looked at the muddy path in front of the house.

In the pitch-black night, a familiar and tall figure bumped into Zhu Yan's field of vision under Zhu Yan's desperate hope.

The man was wearing a washed white wool coat, and the hem of the coat was covered with a thin layer of snow.

Hands that were red from the cold were holding the handle of the umbrella tightly, and there were still a few packets of medicine wrapped in butter paper hanging on it.

Zhu Yan hurriedly stepped forward to close the umbrella for the man, took off the medicine bag hanging on it, and helped him dust off the snow on his body, before asking, "What does the doctor say, is it still the same few medicines as before?"

Dr. Qiu is a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. No matter what the disease is, it is cured by drinking soup and medicine.

In terms of the timeliness of treatment, it is definitely not as fast as western medicine.

Fortunately, the price of traditional Chinese medicine is relatively affordable, which is more suitable for families like Qinhuai.

Qin Huai took back the medicine package from Zhu Yan's hand, glanced at Mrs. Qin's room, shook her head at Zhu Yan, and lowered her voice.

"Doctor Qiu gave me a new prescription, and asked me to go to the pharmacy in the town tomorrow and buy a few boxes of western medicine for my mother. The things he is prescribing now can only provide short-term relief, and won't last long."

Although Doctor Qiu didn't say it clearly, how could Qin Huai not understand.

After drinking the decoction for so many years, Doctor Qiu asked him to go to the town to buy western medicine for the first time.

This shows that Mrs. Qin's illness has worsened.

Qin Huai did not go to decoct the medicine immediately, but first went to the room to take a look at Mrs. Qin.

He told her in detail some of the precautions Dr. Qiu explained to her.

Sitting far behind Mrs. Qin on the bamboo bed, she patted her back lightly to comfort her.

Xiaoxiao held a glass bottle in his hand, and put it close to Old Madam Qin's lips, and then she coughed up thick phlegm.

Mrs. Qin's cough was contagious, and both children covered their noses and mouths with a small cotton cloth.

In terms of taking care of Mrs. Qin, they also cooperated quite tacitly, and there was absolutely no room for Zhu Yan to intervene.

It is said that the children of the poor are headed home early, when you witness their sensible appearance.

The softest part of my heart hurts like being pricked by a needle.

Zhu Yan called a basin of hot water, wiped Mrs. Qin's face, and poured another glass of warm water for her to moisten her throat.

After a while, Mrs. Qin's cough eased a lot.

Zhu Yan stepped forward to help her lie down, and got into the bed.

The two children also stopped what they were doing.

In the past, when the old lady Qin was ill, the two children slept with Qin Huai.

Now that she has Zhu Yan, Qin Huai keeps her with the two children.

He found a bale of hay, spread it out on the ground beside Mrs. Qin's bed, turned over the old cotton wadding on the bed, and made a floor bunk for himself.

After finishing all this work, I heard Mrs. Qin's snoring evenly.

Qin Huai then turned off the lights and left the back room.

The medicine package prescribed by Dr. Qiu needs to be decocted from three bowls of water to one bowl of water.

The small stove he built uses hay, and it takes at least two hours to cook.

After finishing the medicine in a while, Mrs. Qin had to drink and sweat so that she could sleep peacefully at night.

Outside, the night deepened.

The snowflakes in the sky have no tendency to turn and stop.

The cold wind blew in wantonly through the crack of the door.

Qin Huai gathered his collar, and moved his hands closer to the stove.

It was at this time that Zhu Yan pushed open the door of the kitchen and walked in through the snow.

"It's so cold, what are you doing here, go back to bed and sleep." Qin Huai said.

Zhu Yan ignored it, and squatted down beside the small stove, and instinctively moved her cold hands towards the stove.

"Let me talk to you." She looked at the man with a smile.

Qin Huai was very happy in his heart, so he didn't stop him anymore.

Pulling her closer, he moved the small stool under him to her, and bent his knees in front of the stove.

Following Qin Huai's example, Zhu Yan rolled up a handful of hay and stuffed it into the stove, and asked casually, "Ah Huai, do we still have money to buy medicine for Aunt?"

After Qin Zhengfang made such a turnaround during the day, she gained a new understanding of the family's financial situation.

How can one be described as poor and down and out.

Qin Huai paused, stood up, took out a key-shaped gold pendant necklace from his inner shirt pocket, and handed it to Zhu Yan.

"This is what my aunt wore on her body when she picked me up. I originally wanted to give it to you, but now I want to treat it as a medical treatment for my aunt. Ayan, you won't blame me Bar."

Zhu Yan's gaze swept across the golden pendant, and her expression suddenly tightened.

But only for a moment.

Recover soon.