Reborn in ancient times: I will make my family rich

"It's okay, Sister Jiang. This has nothing to do with you."

Han Yue didn't know why she was so angry at that time.

After Jiang Nan left, Han Yue said to Song Qingyu viciously: "It's all your fault that you are so popular. You promised me that you would marry me. From now on, you can only marry me and you are not allowed to attract other women outside."

"Okay, I'll pay attention next time," Song Qingyu didn't know why he said this.

I never wanted to get married in my life.

After the accident with Han Yue, I changed my decision.

After dinner, the group continued on their journey.

That afternoon, Jiang Nan looked at the dark sky, which looked like a storm was about to come.

The temperature has dropped by an unknown number of degrees compared to yesterday.

They were so cold because they were always on the road.

"It looks like it's going to snow today," Jiang Nan said to everyone worriedly.

"It's still another twenty or thirty miles away," Song Qingyu looked worried as he spoke.

"It's still two or three hours before dark. No matter how fast we go, we won't be able to reach the nearest county town before dark."

The group quickened their pace but still encountered heavy snow.

Heavy snow fell down.

Because it was cold, the snowflakes fell on several people's cotton coats and did not melt for a long time.

The heavy snow was caused by the cold wind and hit everyone's faces.

"No, we can't go any further," Jiang Nan stopped moving forward.

Even the adults couldn't stand this way of traveling, let alone the two children, Jiang Shuang and Jiang Bei.

"Dad, why don't we take down the quilt and use the sheets to make a makeshift shelter from the snow."

"Song Qingyu, find some more dry firewood around here," Jiang Nan said calmly to everyone.

It's now more than 20 degrees below zero, and there is a layer of frost on everyone's eyelashes.

Jiang Nan found a bed sheet from the cart and tore it into long strips without hesitation.

Jiang Nan wandered around for a long time and found two big trees that were close to each other.

Jiang Nan took out another bed sheet and fixed two corners of it.

"Dad, go cut two branches and fix these two corners."

Jiang Nan wanted to make a modern simple tent.

Upon hearing this, Father Jiang quickly took out a kitchen knife from the cart and chopped two branches.

Finally, Jiang Nan smashed half of the branch into the soil using a stone.

This step is not easy to perform, as the soil becomes hard when it is cold.

"Let me do it," Father Jiang saw that Jiang Nan was very tired and quickly took the stone from Jiang Nan's hand.

In the end, it was Jiang's father who was stronger and he finally smashed the tree trunk in.

After setting up the simple tent, Song Qingyu came back with a pile of firewood.

Jiang Nan quickly lit a fire and asked everyone to warm themselves by the fire to keep away the cold.

The moment the flames rose, Jiang Nan felt that he was alive again.

It was too cold.

The bed sheet was only this big, and there were nine of them in total, so the cart could only be placed on the road.

"Qingying, you and Qingtao, bring the quilt over quickly."

Even if you light a fire, it will only be a little better at the beginning. Because of the wind leaking in from all sides, the fire cannot have much effect.

After the two of them brought the quilts, Jiang Nan quickly distributed the quilts.

Father and Mother Jiang shared a bed.

Han Yue and Song Qingyu share a bed.

The two sisters Qingying and Qingtao.

Finally she had two children.

It was impossible to sleep now, so everyone covered themselves with quilts to keep out the cold wind.

Jiang Nan hugged the two children to keep them warm.

Under the quilt where no one could see, Song Qingyu put his arm around Han Yue's shoulders, pulling her closer to him to keep her warm artificially.

The conditions were too harsh. Jiang Nan didn't know whether to say "MMP" in his heart.

Several people chatted about one thing or another.

Even Han Yue, who is usually talkative, is now just nestling quietly in Song Qingyu's arms.

The snow was heavy, so Jiang Nan and his friends had to go out from time to time to clean the snow off the sheets.

So as to avoid crushing this simple tent again.

"Han Yue, wake up Han Yue."

"Yueyue, what's wrong?" Jiang Nan heard the voice in the middle of the night and asked Song Qingyu in a daze.

"Han Yue has a fever," Song Qingyu said with anxiety in his tone.

"I have a fever," Jiang Nan woke up instantly.

Being sick nowadays can be fatal.

The snow is now as high as my calves.

"By the way, I have two antipyretic pills that I made myself," Jiang Nan quickly took them out from the cart and handed them to Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu held the pill in his hand and looked at Han Yue hesitantly.

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and feed Yueyue!"

"Han Yue is pregnant. Will it be dangerous for her to take this medicine?"

"What?" Jiang Nan raised his voice, a look of disbelief on his face.

Pregnant women should not take antipyretics at will.

"If that's the case, I can't guarantee that the child will be okay. You understand the reason," Jiang Nan looked at Song Qingyu and said.

Jiang Nan thought about everything that happened before and decided that the child must be Song Qingyu's.

Jiang Nan gave the final choice to Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu pondered for a moment and fed the medicine to Han Yue.

Han Yue is still young, so even if something happens to the child it won’t have much impact on her health.

But if Han Yue continues to burn like this, there might end up being two deaths.

After taking the medicine, Han Yue's fever quickly subsided.

"Song Qingyu, my stomach hurts so much," Han Yue opened her eyes at dawn and said to Song Qingyu uncomfortably.

Song Qingyu's heart sank, he already knew the result.

"It's okay, let me take a look."

When he said this, everyone turned around consciously.

Song Qingyu reached out and lifted the quilt.

Han Yue's pink jacket was soaked with blood.

Song Qingyu raised his hand and gave Han Yue a diagnosis.

"Han Yue, there's a little spotting. Let me clean it up for you," Song Qingyu did not tell Han Yue directly.

She just woke up and was afraid that she wouldn't be able to bear it.

"Okay," although Han Yue didn't really want Song Qingyu to clean up, she felt so uncomfortable that she had no strength left.

Song Qingyu found a set of clean clothes for Han Yue.

"Doctor Song, let me do it!"

Jiang Nan took the clothes for Han Yue to change, and finally took out a clean homemade menstrual belt from his bag and put it on Han Yue.

The heavy snow that had been falling all night finally stopped at dawn, and the snow was up to people's knees.

"I'll take Han Yue to the Si Clinic in the nearby county first."

The weather is cold now, and Han Yue just had a miscarriage and is still sick, so there is no need to delay.

"I'm fine," Han Yue said weakly to Song Qingyu.

Song Qingyu simply ignored Han Yue's words and carried the person on his back.

"Doctor Jiang, please cover Han Yue with the quilt."

"it is good."

Jiang Nan covered the person tightly.

Han Yue wanted to resist, but she was too weak and her resistance was futile.

When Song Qingyu said this, Jiang Nan did not persuade him to wait.

Han Yue is not in a good condition to wait any longer.

Song Qingyu had a hard time walking with Han Yue on his back.

One foot is deep and the other is shallow, and the snow has completely covered the road, making it difficult to tell apart.