The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

"I am a doctor and cannot heal myself!"

Ye Nitang knew that his mouth was meaner than a shrew's, so she continued to tease him with grass.

This guy once wanted Ye Jiawang's second daughter Ye Xiangmei to marry his son He Yanzong.

Before the accident happened at Ye's house, the two of them had better wear a pair of pants.

Later, after Ye Jiawang opened a noodle shop, Ye Xiangmei fell in love with Ma Wensheng, the second son of Ma Zheng, Jishitang, a pharmacy in the town.

Therefore, Ye Jiawang and He Jicai broke up.

After the incident at Yejia Noodle House, the most obvious beneficiary was Yejiawang.

But he had envied the noodle shop for so many years and had never done it before. Why did he do it last year?

Ye Nitang intuitively felt that there must be someone behind Ye Jiawang who was planning all this for him.

His former friend He Jicai should know the inside story.

"Hey, you damn black pig, get out of here!"

He Jicai, who had regained his breath, turned over, struggled to stand up, and said to Ye Qinghong at the door,

"I'll let you go now, but you won't be so lucky next time."

Ye Qinghong looked at him indifferently, "Don't think about your debt next time. I will pay you back when my parents come back."

"Hey, your parents were exiled to Beihuang. Who can defeat the Beixiong cavalry over there, except the eldest princess from twenty years ago?"

He Jicai looked at Ye Qinghong with a scornful smile and continued, "Maybe your parents have been eaten by the Beixiong people."

Ye Qinghong changed from a youthful young man to a cold and restrained person after something happened at home.

Very few things could make him lose control. Now when he heard what He Jicai said about his parents, there was anger in his pores.

His eyes were red, he raised his fist and hit He Jicai.

"He Jicai, you bastard, you were eaten by the Beixiong people. Your whole family was eaten by the Beixiong people."

When He Jicai saw this, he ran away with his head in his hands, "Ye Qinghong, you are a weakling. Your father's debt must be paid by your son. If you don't pay me back at the end of this month, I will go to the Yamen to sue you."

Ye Qinghong did not continue to chase, but stared blankly into the distance, crying silently.

Although they only got along for a few days, Ye Nitang admired this little boy.

She walked over and patted his shoulder, "When we get our parents overturned, we will go to Beihuang to bring them back."

In the eyes of the people of Dayu country, Beihuang is similar to the ancient Ninggu Pagoda in her previous life.

Last year, when Ye's father and Ye's mother were punished to go to the Northern Wasteland, it was spring, and it should be summer when they went there.

I don’t know if they survived last year’s cold winter.

No matter what the outcome is, if you can't save them before winter comes this year, you have to go and see them.

"Sister, can we really reverse the case and save our parents?"

Ye Qinghong faced the eldest sister, with a ray of dawn shining in his red eyes.

Ye Nitang nodded affirmatively, "Of course."

Since ancient times, there is no way to go without money. If there is, it is because there is not enough money.

This is why she is eager to make money.

"Miss..."

The little boy broke through his guard at this moment, hugging Ye Nitang's fat shoulders, imitating Ye Langlang just now, and started sobbing softly.

I don’t know whether you are still my eldest sister or not. I want to thank you for giving me hope of living.

Ye Nitang let him hold her in embarrassment. Are all boys in ancient times so emotional?

At the entrance of the courtyard, Ye Kuanyan held hands with Ye Langlang and Ye Jingjue, tears falling silently from the corners of her eyes.

It was as if at this moment, they all found their backbone.

Having vented his emotions enough, Ye Qinghong raised his head, saw a large piece of wetness on his eldest sister's shoulder, and said in an embarrassed low voice, "I lost my composure."

"It's okay, just cry."

Ye Nitang smiled indifferently.

Ye Kuanyan looked at their tender scene and shouted with a smile, "Sister, little brother, come in and eat!"

Ye Langlang followed closely: "Uncle, mother, it's time to eat!"

The two of them entered the courtyard. On the table were a plate of fried green beans and minced meat, a plate of vegetarian fried amaranth, and a bowl of steamed eggs.

The color of the dishes is refreshing and the presentation is beautiful.

Ye Nitang took a bite of the stir-fried minced pork with green beans. It tasted sweet and delicious. It was indeed poured from the spiritual spring. It was extraordinary.

It's just the astringent taste of salt, which is somewhat disappointing.

"Sister, these beans taste good. Let's pick them and sell them tomorrow!" Ye Kuanyan also took a bite and smiled brightly.

Ye Qinghong tasted it and agreed: "It's really a good dish. I'll pick some and take it with me tomorrow morning."

Ye Nitang nodded, "This dish is considered the first in our town. You can sell it more expensively."

The three siblings discussed making money.

Ye Langlang accompanied his sister and ate obediently.

Ye Juejue, who usually needed others to feed her, sat next to Ye Kuanyan for the first time and ate the egg custard with a spoon.

Ye Kuanyan looked at her and her voice became much softer, "Where did you buy this chicken? It laid a double-yolk egg.

The steamed custard smelled so fragrant that I couldn't help but swallow my saliva. "

For more than a year in Ershu's noodle shop, they only gave her the leftover soup and water left by the customers.

She couldn't eat and was often hungry.

Listening to her words, Ye Nitang guessed that she had a bad life in Ye Jiawang, and couldn't help but feel pity in her eyes.

"That's not easy. I'll ask my little brother to buy a few more hens from the town tomorrow so that you can have eggs to eat every day."

After she finished speaking, Ye Langlang gave each of his mother's uncle and aunt a spoonful of the eggs in his bowl, and then said with a sweet smile: "Let's eat together."

"Thank you, Xiao Langlang."

Ye Kuanyan smiled and wiped the corn kernels from the corner of his mouth.

"Auntie, you're welcome."

"Well, of course my aunt is not polite to Langlang!"

Ye Kuanyan took a bite of the egg and said playfully.

Ye Nitang and Ye Qinghong looked at it and smiled.

The three siblings haven't had dinner together for a long time.

The meal took a little longer than usual.

Mrs. Wu knew that Ye Kuangyan was back, so she didn't come over tonight.

It would be better for Yang Dashan to come here.

After he left the Ye family, he went to the rice fields to see the water. When he came back, he heard from the villagers that He Jicai was coming.

I came here specially to take a look, and I was relieved to see that the three siblings were fine.

Tonight, Ye Kuangyan gave Ye Juejue a bath, and Ye Nitang pulled Ye Qinghong to the kitchen and taught him how to refine fine salt.

Looking at the delicate white salt, Ye Qinghong was puzzled, "Sister, why did this salt change its appearance?"

He had heard that salt is dried from sea water and ground from salt stones in the mountains.

Little did I know that after it dissolved into water, it turned white after the eldest sister's repeated tossing.

"The clothes are dirty because there is dirt on them. Similarly, the strange smell in the salt is also because there is dirt in the salt. After I wash it repeatedly, the salt is clean."

As she spoke, she brought half a bowl of white salt to Ye Qinghong and motioned for him to try it.

The boy dipped some of it on his fingers and put it into his mouth.

After tasting it, my eyes suddenly lit up, there was really no astringency at all.

"Sister, this matter must not be spread outside, especially... Yao Minzhi."

When he spoke, he looked at Ye Nitang nervously, fearing that she would be reluctant to see others say bad things about Yao Minzhi as before.

"That's natural. When we find the opportunity, we can use this salt-washing method to get our parents back."

Ye Nitang looked candid.

Ye Qinghong smiled softly, "Sister, thank you."

"We are a family, what are you thankful for?" Ye Nitang picked up the salt bowl, "This salt is salty, don't put too much salt in it."

"it is good."

Outside the door, Ye Kuanyan, who had given Ye Juejue a bath, hugged her niece and said with a smile: "Sister, how did you come up with the idea of ​​making mint dew? The bath is so comfortable."

She now has the cool mint fragrance lingering all over her body, and she can no longer hear the mosquitoes.

"I'm not afraid of being bitten by mosquitoes."

Ye Nitang looked carefully at Ye Juejue's face and found that the black marks left by mosquito bites had disappeared.

The skin has returned to its former smooth and flawless appearance.

Her round eyes, with thick curled eyelashes, are as beautiful as those exquisite dolls of later generations.

He was just timid and didn't dare to look at her.

"Will anyone really buy it? I'd better find a job."

Ye Kuanyan doesn't have much confidence in selling this mint ointment.

After all, her eldest sister's bad reputation for "refining medicine" was well known throughout the town.

Who dares to buy what she makes?

"Ye Kuanyan, remember, as long as you can talk, there will be people rushing to buy your farts."

Ye Nitang is very confident that there is nothing that cannot be sold, only people who cannot sell things.

Ye Qinghong on the side heard this, shook his head helplessly, picked up the bucket, and went to fetch water from the creek behind the house.

Ye Kuanyan gave a fake smile, hugged Ye Juejue, and pulled Ye Langlang to her younger brother's bedroom.

I don’t want to listen to the eldest sister’s nonsense.

Ye Nitang, who was not trusted, went to the bathroom angrily.

Hey, look down on me? When my sister conquered the world, you were still sucking milk!

Tonight, Ye Juejue slept with Ye Kuangyan. She still didn't speak and ignored Ye Nitang, but she was no longer so repulsive to her.

Ye Nitang didn't deliberately approach her, leaving everything to time.

The next day, the three siblings got up early.

Today, there are only a few full-grown cucumbers, and new flower buds have grown where the cucumbers grew yesterday.

Ye Qinghong didn't pick out several other dishes yesterday morning, but today they are all grown up.

He pulled up all the vegetables, cleared the ground, dried them in the sun, and then replaced them with other rapeseed seeds.

Ye Nitang and Ye Kuanyan went to the hillside behind the house to pick green beans, and the harvest was good, weighing more than thirty kilograms.

In order to ensure that there will continue to be beans for sale tomorrow.

Ye Nitang took Ye Kuangyan to water the bean field with water from the spiritual spring. When she was tired, she drank the water from the spiritual spring.

I kept sweating and drinking, and my body felt like it was being scrubbed in water. It felt transparent and comfortable.

From time to time, she handed Ye Kuanyan a bowl of spiritual spring water.

The little girl started working as if she had installed a motor, and she didn't feel tired at all.

The two of them worked for more than half an hour and watered more than three acres of bean fields.

After returning, Ye Kuanyan cooked and Ye Nitang washed the two large iron pots and the large pottery cauldron. When the big steamer was delivered, they could start work.

"Sister Tang'er, I'm here."

Yang He'er and Yang Zhu'er came, bringing four sugar cakes.

"Have you two eaten? Let's eat the corn porridge I cooked together!"

Ye Kuanyan was dressing Ye Juejue when she saw the two of them and asked with a smile.

Yang He'er responded: "I've eaten it. This is a pancake made with honey made from my milk. Please try it quickly."

Yang Zhuer came and went directly into Ye Qinghong's room.

When Ye Langlang saw him, he grinned to his ears, "Uncle Zhu'er, my mother will dress me!"

Ye Nitang, who is dressing him, is funny and distressed at the same time. Is this worth showing off?