The doctor's mouth twitched. He was too impressed by this peasant woman. He didn't expect that a person could be so cunning!
Zhulan saw that it was a doctor she knew. Everyone has a subconscious mind. The doctor cured Zhou Shuren and prescribed a prescription to regulate her body. Zhulan trusted the doctor's medical skills very much and was very polite and enthusiastic. "Second Brother, it's you who came to visit. You've worked hard on the way. Please come in."
The doctor stroked his beard and nodded, then slowly walked into the main room.
Zhulan did not follow in. When she saw Zhao, who was crying, following behind Li, her scalp tingled and she turned around and went to the granary.
Zhao forgot to wipe her tears, "Mom"
Woo woo, mother still doesn't like her. She clearly saw her, but turned around and left. The five cents must have been taken away with her!
Li looked at her brother and sister-in-law in silence, they were so tearful. She automatically made up for her mother's behavior and explained to her daughter-in-law, who thought she knew her mother best, "I'm sorry."
Zhao was a little unconvinced, "Really?"
Li nodded heavily, "Really, so my sister-in-law should go back to the room and continue making clothes. Mother knows your gratitude."
Zhao felt that her sister-in-law's words were somewhat credible. She had misjudged her sister-in-law before. Her sister-in-law was not a fool who was forced to do things. She was a wise woman who pretended to be stupid. "Then I will go back."
Li waved his hand, "Go back."
Go away and stop competing with her for your mother.
Zhulan heard this conversation when she came out with the night's food. She was so tired, but she still had to live her life. Zhulan waited for Zhao to go back to the room before she came out with the food.
Li took it quickly and saw Xiaomi, "Mom, do you want to make millet porridge tonight?"
Zhulan thought about the dishes in her mind, "Well, the staple food is millet porridge and cornmeal cakes mixed with white flour, half of the hen is stewed in chicken soup, the other half is stewed in mushrooms, and then there is scrambled eggs with peppers."
It's not easy to be the head of the household. When cooking a dish, you have to consider the whole family. The third son and the eldest son both like spicy food. If they don't cook spicy dishes, they will wash the peppers themselves and eat them with the food. The original person didn't know how to balance it, but she can balance it when she comes. Don't underestimate food, the little things are heartwarming. In just a few days, the third son Chang Lian stopped calculating everything and became much calmer.
Li wrote down everything. Zhulan took out a clay pot and boiled the tonic first, while she waited for the second son to send the doctor back to the county town and brought back the prescribed medicine with another pot.
Li asked as she boiled water, "Mother, I just went out and saw the second son send the doctor away. Is father feeling unwell?"
Zhulan then remembered that Li was not at home and didn't know what had happened. She thought Zhao had told her about it. Thinking of Zhao's talkative nature and discovering one of Zhao's advantages, Zhulan did not hide it and told her about the big money.
Li wanted to say that it would be a big trouble to give away the large sum of money quickly, but she kept her mouth shut. She wanted to be a good daughter-in-law who listened to her mother-in-law, so she didn't ask any more questions.
Zhulan motioned for Li to look at the pottery jar, and returned to the main room to ask Zhou Shuren, "What did the doctor say?"
Zhou Shuren was very thankful. "Typhoid fever is nothing. The problem with my body is more serious. Fortunately, I laid a solid foundation for a few years when I was young. It's not too late. I have to take good care of myself in the future. If I can't recover in a few years, don't even think about doing hard work in the future, otherwise it will affect my life span."
The doctor's original words were, "It's a blessing that the disease was discovered early. If it had continued like this for a few more years, the child would not have lived past 30."
Zhulan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky that Zhou Datie treated his eldest son well when he didn't have his second son, otherwise Daqian would have died young. She reached out and touched Daqian's dry hair with pity, "Then take good care of him."
Da Qian lay there not daring to move, his hands tightly grasping the quilt. It was the first time in many years that someone touched his hair gently. His eyes turned red, but he could not say the words of gratitude, because he had nothing and his gratitude was worthless.