Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

After a meal, the relationship between the two became closer. Li Haitang completely regarded Chun Niang as his own, and wondered how to ask her to see her husband's illness.

After taking medicine for so many years, I haven't been cured well. There may be problems with the pharmacy, so I can't keep procrastinating.

After washing up, the two sisters had a long talk, and Chun Niang also came from the most difficult time. Before she got married, her parents had no sons, but she had several sisters.

There was a plague of locusts in my hometown, no crops were harvested, grass roots and bark were dug up. Grandpa and grandma didn't care about the lives of these girls. If there were people from other places, they could be replaced with a bag of rice noodles.

"There was a locust plague. My younger sister starved to death. I have two older sisters."

Thinking of the past, Chunniang sighed again and again. Her elder sister was eighteen at the time, and the marriage she had made had failed, and she was sold to a flower house.

Ren Yazi had just bought someone away, and when something happened, he turned around to settle accounts with his family. She was domineering and sold her second sister. Her second sister was a violent person. At night, when it was dark, she packed up a few sets of clothes and fled the village.

"Not long after, there was no grain of rice in the house, and the whole village was digging the Guanyin soil."

The past is unbearable, her parents were strangled to death by Avalokitesvara, she was almost sold to Hualou by her grandma, but was finally rescued by her husband, the two traveled thousands of miles and came to the border town to beg for life.

"Haitang, don't be a soft-hearted person. We girls, our fate is like duckweed. It's not easy to have a caring person who knows the cold and the hot."

Thinking of the gossip woman's sarcastic remarks, Chunniang sighed, Xiao Lingchuan's appearance was indeed not good enough for Haitang, but, as an outsider, she could tell that this man was a reliable person and had no wrong intentions.

These days, any man with a bit of spare money, who doesn’t have a lot of money, has three wives and four concubines, and those who have no money still think about whether they can go to the flower house to have fun. The restaurant, no matter how bad it is, just think about widows in the village, thinking about being romantic and happy.

Li Haitang agrees very much. She doesn't think Xiao Lingchuan is ugly. In her eyes, she has never seen anyone with a better figure and manliness than him. She always thinks that she is taking advantage of the two together.

It was getting late, Chunniang turned on the lamp, and lay on the bed chatting with Li Haitang. The two had similar thinking and concepts. When it came to excitement, neither of them wanted to sleep.

"Cough cough cough..."

It was late at night, and a rush of coughing broke the silence. When Chunniang heard the figure, she immediately lit the oil lamp, put on her clothes in twos and twos, and staggered straight to the main room.

"Husband, how are you, husband!"

When Chunniang entered the door, she smelled a bloody smell. She lit the oil lamp on the table and saw a plum blossom-like bloodstain on the quilt.

"I'm fine."

On the bed lay a skinny man with a sallow complexion. He touched the veil and wiped the blood from his mouth, "Chun Niang, the doctor said that the disease is contagious, you should get out."

"I'm not afraid!"

Chun Niang cried out immediately, "If you have three cards and two shorts, how will I live!"

At the door, Li Haitang sighed, wondering if she should go in, coughing up blood, contagious, hoping it wasn't the kind of disease she thought.

If you guessed right, it should be tuberculosis, which the ancients called tuberculosis. In terms of treatment, Chinese and Western medicine have different philosophies. Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to clearing heat and detoxification, clearing lungs and dispelling stagnation, relieving cough and reducing phlegm. However, in this era, tuberculosis is an intractable disease, and patients just suffer from it.