Chapter 26 Pour the medicine


Chapter 26: Pour the Medicine

The heavy rain came as expected.

The sky was dark and the thunder was deafening, as if it was destroying everything in the world.

The wind raged wildly, and the old house was as cold as an ice cellar.

The dead branches were ignited, and Yu Tingwan added a few more firewood. The heat from the fire drove away the coldness on his body.

The radish brought from the Wei family was boiled in the pot, cut into pieces, and wild green onions picked in the mountains were sprinkled in it.

The taste is not very good, but after eating the hot soup, the girl's pale face improved a lot.

Lower abdominal pain means menstruation is coming soon.

Yu Tingwan’s menstruation was always inaccurate, but every time it happened, it would cost her half her life.

She went to lie down on the couch, covered herself with a quilt, and opened her eyes to listen to the howling of the cold wind outside.

In the previous life, Xiao Xu was born in these few days. The day was not yet up, but the road was slippery on a rainy day, and she lost her balance and fell. The fetal position was already unstable, and there were signs of shock and dystocia.

He was covered in blood.

When Wang heard the sound and chased her out, she was frightened and sternly ordered Yu Tingwan to go find the midwife in the village.

The snow outside is so thick that your calves can sink into it if you step on it. The kerosene lamp Yu Tingwan was holding was quickly blown out.

At that time, how could she know that the Wang family had already negotiated the price with the Dong family and was waiting for a good time to send her away.

She was grateful for the kindness of the Hu family, so she stumbled forward regardless of the biting cold.

When the midwife was invited back to Hu's house, she was soaked to the skin and her lower abdomen hurt so much that she couldn't stand up straight.

But my ears were filled with Xiao Xu’s cries of pain and wailing, as well as Wang’s scoldings.

"Stop yelling! Why are you crying? You can fall whenever you walk, but you can't bear it. If my dear grandson makes a mistake, let's see how I deal with you."

Little Mrs. Xu was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe, her forehead was covered with sweat, her hands were holding the quilt tightly, and her veins were bulging.

"But mother, it hurts."

"Which woman doesn't give birth to a baby? You are the only one who can yell!"

Seeing her pale face, Wang frowned and said directly to the midwife : "If something happens, I will keep you safe."

Reciting the money promised by the Dong family, Mrs. Wang was overjoyed and said proudly, without caring about the little Mrs. Xu who was still giving birth.

“I’ll hire a new wife for Da Lang later.”

What are these words?

The mother of a scholar.

The midwife thought she was in the way and kicked Wang out directly.

"What trouble are you making? Are you still alive? If you have nothing to do, go to the kitchen to boil water."

Wang also felt that the room was unlucky, so she walked out reluctantly. His eyes glanced at Yu Tingwan, who was biting his lip and leaning against the corner unsteadily.

"Didn't you hear? What are you doing here? You haven't boiled the water yet."

Yu Tingwan spoke very softly, almost drowned out by the pained moans of little Xu in the room: "Auntie, I'm not feeling well, maybe ..."

But Wang looked at her condescendingly.

"It hurts so much? Why doesn't it hurt you to death? Don't pretend, just think about being lazy and go if you are told! I can't help you?"

Yu Tingwan doesn’t want to remember.

But these pictures, regardless of her wishes, slipped into her memory inch by inch.

She turned over and a sneer escaped from the corner of her mouth.

She wanted to see what kind of chaos the Hu family would be in without her this time.

After all..., Mrs. Xu was born a daughter.

Yu Tingwan suddenly remembered something more important. It will be New Year's Eve in more than ten days, and she hasn't married herself yet.

Her New Year's Eve dinner must also be vegetables and radish.

Yu Tingwan couldn’t lie down any longer, and she felt particularly melancholy.

The rain never let up and it seemed like it could punch a hole in the roof.

Wei Zhao next door didn’t sleep either, his eyelids drooped.

He didn't care that the news of his death spread to Shangjing, and the government and the public were in chaos.

The Wei Jiajun is the most capable elite soldier in the Jin Dynasty. This is achieved by relying on real skills. Who among the barbarian enemies is not afraid of three points?

But if something happens to Wei Zhao, who can take over the Wei family army? Those soldiers can only obey him.

Wei Zhao also didn’t care about other countries taking advantage of the chaos to invade.

If Da Jin doesn’t take his surname, what does it have to do with him? In this world, why should he protect the Emperor of Jin Dynasty?

Coldness flashed in his eyes, and a hint of sarcasm appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Hui Niang came over with medicine at this time.

"There are a lot of beans at home, and the rain outside is scary. Thinking of the muddy mountain road, your dad and I won't go out tomorrow and will make tofu for you at home."

said Come here, she added.

“I’ll give some to my wife on the way, and I need to get some more dishes.”

"There is no shortage of these in the countryside. When she moved out, her aunt didn't give her anything. What she got now is four cents, and we can't let her, a girl, suffer a loss."

Said , she brought the medicine to the bed.

At this moment, Wei Shouzhong's voice came from outside.

"Hui Niang, the stove house is flooded."

The stove house was full of firewood, so Hui Niang was still worried about talking to Wei Zhao, so she turned around and went out.

But when he walked out of the room, he didn't forget to say: "The medicine is on the bedside. Don't forget to take it after it cools down."

Wei Zhao looked at the medicine bowl on the bedside with a dull expression.

The medicine smells pungent and bitter.

Wei Zhao picked it up, walked slowly to the window, and opened it. The evil wind blew in, and big raindrops hit him.

The last time it rained so heavily, he was still going to Beijing.

It was two years ago.

At that time, the whole palace of Duke Shunguo was solemn and solemn, and the servants did not dare to breathe loudly and acted cautiously.

Wei Zhao served respectfully in front of the bed of Mrs. Shun Guo, who was infected with the cold.

"Return, mother dreamed of your father again."

Return, his words.

Mrs. Shun Guogong whispered: "He has been gone for three years, and the one who worries about you the most before his death is you." Okay? You are the only child in the Duke's palace. If something happens to you, how do you ask mother to explain it to your father?"

"Mother goes to the palace to ask the emperor to call you back to the capital..."< br>
Wei Zhao remembered these words vividly. But I don’t know when, the face of Mrs. Shunguo became blurry and unfamiliar.

Wei Zhao was lifeless.

But Hui Niang's voice came to his ears, pulling him from memories to reality.

"Head of the house, hurry up and bring the firewood into our house. If it gets all wet, it will be in trouble."

"Why is the roof leaking? We have to re-install it when the rain stops. "Uncover the tiles and repair them."

Wei Shouzhong put on his raincoat and held firewood in his arms, saving as much as he could.

As soon as he rushed out of the kitchen house, he saw Wei Zhao in a daze with medicine in his hand, and he had a bad feeling for no reason.

Wei Zhao also saw him.

His gaze fell lightly, and then he looked back nonchalantly.

Wei Zhao remembered the purpose of pushing the window and poured the medicine with a twist of his wrist.

Wei Shouzhong:? ? ?

I’m staring! !

"You..."

He wanted to scold but couldn't bear to scold.

After all, my son is mentally disturbed now.

That silly nephew of Mrs. Fan is about the same age as Alang but cannot take care of himself and can even poop his pants. That's what gives people a headache.

Wei Zhao didn't feel guilty at all, and he didn't think there was anything wrong. He poured the medicine and left.

Oh, and he was so blatant that he didn't forget to close the window.

Wei Shouzhong: ...

I’m very pleased, at least I didn’t get cold.

(End of this chapter)

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