The Way of the Peasant Mother-in-law

The doctor twitched the corners of his mouth. He was so impressed by this peasant woman that he didn’t expect that there is such a thing as a person without looks!

Zhu Lan sees a doctor she knows, and everyone has a subconscious mind. The doctor cured Zhou Shuren, and then prescribed a prescription to regulate her body. Zhu Lan trusts the doctor’s medical skills very much, and is very polite and enthusiastic, “The second invited me. It’s you, you’ve worked hard all the way, please come in.”

The doctor stroked his beard and nodded, before entering the main room slowly.

Zhulan didn’t follow up. Seeing the tearful Zhao’s scalp behind Mrs Li, she quickly turned around and went to the granary.

Zhao Shi forgot to wipe away her tears, “Mother”

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Li looked at the series of tears of her younger brother and sister speechlessly. She could really cry. She automatically made up her mind about Mother’s behavior. She thought she knew Mother’s daughter-in-law best, and explained, “Mother is sorry.”

Zhao Shi was a little unconvinced, “Really?”

Li Shi nodded heavily, “Really, so the younger brother and sister go back to the house and continue to make clothes. Your mother knows how grateful you are.”

Mrs. Zhao felt that her sister-in-law’s words were somewhat credible. She had misunderstood her sister-in-law before, but she was not a fool, but she was wise and foolish, “Then I’ll go back.”

Mr. Li waved, “Go back.”

Come on, don’t argue with her for a mother.

Zhulan came out with the food for the night and heard this conversation. She was very tired. The day still had to pass. Zhulan waited for Zhao to return to the house before she came out with the food.

Li Shi quickly took it over and saw Xiaomi, “Mother, do you cook millet porridge at night?”

Zhulan thought about the dishes in her heart, “Well, the staple food is millet porridge and cornmeal cakes mixed with white flour. Half of the hen is stewed in chicken soup, and half of it is stewed with mushrooms. I’m making a scrambled egg with peppers.”

It’s really not easy to be at home. When you cook a dish, you have to consider your family. The third son and the old son both like spicy food. If you don’t make spicy dishes, you can wash the peppers and eat them. The original body will not be balanced. She will be there when she comes. Balance, don’t underestimate the food, the small things can warm the heart. In just a few days, the third son, Chang Lian, has been calculating everywhere, and the people have become more peaceful.

Mr. Li wrote them down one by one. Zhulan took out the pottery pot and boiled the tonic first, while the other waited for the second child to send the doctor back to the county, and took the prescribed medicine back to use.

Mrs Li boiled the water and asked, “Mother, just now I went out and saw the second son seeing off the doctor, is Dad feeling unwell?”

Zhulan just remembered that Mrs. Li was not at home and didn’t know what happened. She thought Mrs. Zhao had spoken. Thinking of Mrs. Zhao’s never talkative temperament, she discovered another advantage of Mrs. Zhao. Zhulan didn’t hide the big money. It’s said.

Li Shunzui wanted to say that it would be a big trouble to give away the big money quickly, but she kept her mouth tightly 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 Mrs. Li to look at the pottery, then went back to the main room and asked Zhou Shuren, “What did the doctor say?”

Zhou Shuren’s tone was very fortunate, “Typhoid fever is nothing, and the problems of the body and bones are more serious. Fortunately, I had a foundation for a few years when I was a child. It’s not too late. I have to take good care of it in the future. I won’t recover in a few years. Work hard, otherwise it will affect your lifespan.”

Fortunately, the doctor’s original words were discovered early. If he had been tossing around like this for a few years, this child would not survive to thirty.

Zhulan breathed a sigh of relief, and was glad that Zhang Date was good to his eldest son when he had no second son, otherwise Da Qian would have died early, so he reached out and stroked Da Qian’s dry hair with pity, “Then take good care of him. “

Da Qian lay down and didn’t dare to move. He tightly grasped the quilt with both hands. It was the first time in many years that someone gently touched his hair. His eyes were red, but he couldn’t say a word of thanks, because he had nothing, and his thanks were too worthless.