The peasant girl led her mother and sister to become rich

Bai Dashou ran around the village but couldn't find anyone. He was about to borrow an ox cart from the village head and go to the town to ask for a doctor.

Halfway through the journey, he met Doctor Wang who had just returned from a medical consultation. Without even having the chance to speak clearly, he started to rush home.

Doctor Wang had been practicing medicine for many years. As soon as he entered the yard, he smelled blood and knew it was not an ordinary injury because the smell was too strong.

The Bai family members in the yard all looked panicked, especially Bai Baozhu, who kept peeking into the house from time to time with a guilty look on her face.

Doctor Wang thought about what the Bai family usually did and felt that this incident must be related to them.

The smell of blood became stronger as they got closer. Doctor Wang didn't have time to think about it and hurriedly followed Bai Dashou into the house.

After taking her pulse carefully, he checked Cuihong's belly, sighed with regret and said, "The fetus can't be saved. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. You should cook it and feed it to Cuihong immediately. Otherwise, if you delay any longer, the adult will not be saved."

Doctor Wang left after prescribing the medicine. He didn't want to stay in the Bai family any longer. After all, there was no family in the village as troublesome as his. It was Song before and now it is Cuihong. However, this is someone else's family affair and he, as an outsider, has no right to say anything. He just feels sorry for the unborn baby.

Cuihong woke up the next day after taking the medicine. When she found out her fetus was gone, she started crying and shouting, saying that Bai Baozhu had killed her son. She also wanted to report to the police and have Bai Baozhu put in jail. Old Mrs. Bai was angry and scared.

Since this incident, the Bai family members didn't dare to let Cuihong work, nor did they dare to speak loudly to her, because as soon as Cuihong was unhappy, she would bring up the old things again and clamor to report to the authorities to avenge their son.

The Chinese New Year is just over ten days away. Every household is busy buying New Year's goods and making new clothes, but the Bai family continues to live a life of chaos and bustle.

At the beginning, Bai Dashou was just very sad because he had lost his child. Later, after Cuihong had been whispering in his ear for a long time, she said that his son was killed by Old Lady Bai and Bai Baozhu, and that Bai Dashou would have no children or grandchildren because of these two people.

As a man, and a man who has not given birth to a son, I really cannot bear to hear words like "I will have no descendants".

So after a long time, Bai Dashou started to look down on both Old Lady Bai and Bai Baozhu.

In the past, Bai Dashou could not even make a sound when beaten. Now, not only can he refute what the Bai family says, but when he is in a bad mood, he also quarrels with Old Lady Bai and others.

Old Mrs. Bai was so angry that she wanted to beat Cuihong again, but she was afraid that if she went crazy she would really call the police to arrest her daughter, so she could only endure it.

Even if Bai Dashou said in a sarcastic tone that someone had killed his son and left him without any descendants, Old Lady Bai didn't dare to point at him, scold him, and beat him like she did before.

Song Yunran's family was at home chatting and laughing while cutting window flowers and writing Spring Festival couplets.

"Master, is it okay to write like this?" Shi Yu was holding up the Spring Festival couplets for Song Yunran to check.

"Okay! Very good! Go on! Just finish writing everything on the table." Song Yunran ate melon seeds without even raising his eyelids, and his perfunctory look was a bit obvious.

"What? Finished all of them? That would have to be almost a hundred, right?" Shi Yu was so scared that his eyes widened and he could barely hold the brush in his hand.

Seeing Shi Yu looking reluctant, Song Yunran raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "What? Don't want to write?"

Song Yunran looked at him with a smile. As long as this kid dared to say it, she would have a chance to deal with him. She had had enough of his fake mask these days.

Shi Yu knew that Song Yunran was deliberately making things difficult for him, but he was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "No, I'll write it right away."

Because he knew that as long as he said he didn't want to write, Song Yunran would probably tell him to get out immediately.

Looking at Shi Yu who was so obedient, Song Yunran instantly felt much better.

This kid is really good, at least he is perfect in terms of patience, because she has been torturing him these days, but he is not angry at all, instead it is Song who glares and scolds her.

This made her seriously doubt whether her mother was seduced by beauty. After all, she was her biological daughter, but she had always been helping her apprentice, which made her very unhappy!

So she would torture her apprentice from time to time to vent her inner resentment.

After Song Yunran and her daughter finished their work, they went to the town together to buy some New Year's goods. However, the unlucky brother Shi Yu was left at home by Song Yunran to write Spring Festival couplets.

"Mom, go buy some things first. I'll go to Uncle Niu's house to help Aunt Niu check her health. I'll wait for you at the roast meat shop later."

"Okay, mom got it! Just be careful!" Song knew that her daughter was a good doctor and that being able to save lives and cure diseases was a good deed, so she let her go without saying anything.

"Uncle Niu, Aunt Niu, I'm here." Song Yunran was holding the cloth she bought on the road and shouting loudly before she even entered the door.

Now at the Niu family's house, Song Yunran no longer has to knock on the door and wait for someone to open it, because Uncle Niu directly gave her a key, allowing her to come whenever she wants and treat this place as her own home.

In Uncle Niu's words, "You saved my wife, so you are my benefactor. If a benefactor is coming, there is no need to wait at the door."

At first Song Yunran refused, but she could not stand the couple's stubborn temper and had to accept the key. Because they wanted to give the shop to her in the first place, between the shop and the key, Song Yunran had to choose the key.

"Yun Ran is here? Come in and sit down. Auntie made some sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Come and try it."

When Aunt Niu heard Song Yunran's voice, she walked out of the room, turned around and ran into the kitchen to bring out a plate of light yellow pastries. Uncle Niu, who was chopping wood, also put down the axe in his hand.

“Delicious, fragrant and not greasy”

Song Yunran gave it a high evaluation after tasting it. After all, the couple used to run a restaurant, so it was normal for them to have good cooking skills.

Seeing Aunt Niu's complexion gradually getting better, Song Yunran felt very happy. This was also one of the reasons why she insisted on studying medicine.

After taking Aunt Niu's pulse again, I wrote out a new prescription. She would have to check again in a month. If there was no problem, there would be no need to change the prescription and she could stop taking the medicine after another month. If the effect was not ideal, she would have to be diagnosed again.

Song Yunran handed the cloth to Aunt Niu: "Uncle Niu, Aunt Niu, this is the cloth I bought for you and Uncle Niu. I don't know how to make clothes, so you have to work hard and make a set for yourself and Uncle Niu."

"No, I can't accept it. You saved my life, how can I accept your gift! Take it back quickly!" Aunt Niu waved her hands repeatedly.

Uncle Niu said with a straight face: "Your aunt is right, take it back quickly and don't waste your money!"

Seeing that both of them refused, Song Yunran said coquettishly: "This is a New Year's gift for you. If you don't accept it, I won't come next time."

In order to see Song Yunran often, they finally accepted it. The two of them held the cloth and touched it again and again lovingly, thinking that if they had children, they would probably be the same age as Song Yunran.