After marrying a rough man, I played mahjong to support Shoufu

Chapter 63
Light gray clouds filled the sky, and the thin sunlight was difficult to penetrate through the clouds, and the water vapor in the air condensed, making it indescribably dull.

Shen Xian's dress was scratched by the bushes, and the slender scratches on his face were intertwined, making him look a bit embarrassed, being held in Zhao Tieshu's arms at the moment, he was full of exhaustion.

On both sides of the street, the villagers cast strange glances, and the women in plaid gowns whispered to each other and talked a lot.

At this moment, Shen Xian didn't care how these people talked about her, she turned her head to look at the bamboo basket containing 'Jingui' from time to time, every look hurt her heart.

The wind on the street blew hastily for a while, and the clouds in the sky became more and more dizzy.

"Ma'am, we're home."

Suddenly, the familiar small courtyard appeared in Shen Xian's field of vision, she slowly raised her head, and saw a little beggar in rags sitting at the door.

Seeing the two of them coming back, the little beggar walked away quickly on crutches.

"Brother Zhao, is your wife okay!"

When he got closer, the little beggar saw Shen Xian's miserable state, his brown face was a little surprised, and he quickly asked: "How did you make it like this, it's worse than me, a little beggar."

"I met a few villains, but I have already taught them a lesson." Zhao Tieshu's anger was still there, and his tone was serious.

Shen Xian looked at the little beggar, with a little bewilderment in his eyes.

"Who is this?"

Zhao Tieshu paused, as if looking for a suitable word to describe the relationship between the two.

When the two first met, Zhao Tieshu was a poor little beggar and gave him food and alms, but after the two got acquainted, they often talked together, and they were considered half friends.

When the little beggar heard Shen Xian's question, there was a trace of anticipation in his dark eyes, it could be seen that Zhao Tieshu frowned in thought, his eyes darkened again, and he couldn't help but lower his head.

After careful consideration, Zhao Tieshu smiled calmly and said firmly: "He is my friend and my benefactor."

Zhao Tieshu's words encouraged the little beggar. He raised his head with a smile, and said in a repeated voice: "No, you are my benefactor. Without you, I might starve to death."

"benefactor?"

Shen Xian tilted his head slightly, wondering what happened on the day he left.

Whether the old doctor was bribed or not, and how Zhao Tieshu's poison was cured, these questions have troubled her all the way.

Facing Shen Xian's confused eyes, Zhao Tieshu probably understood what she wanted to ask, "Go home and clean the wound first, and I'll tell you later."

Pushing open the courtyard door, Zhao Tieshu first placed Shen Xian in the room, and then carefully placed 'Jingui' in its kennel.

That movement was so gentle, it was as if 'Jingui' had just fallen asleep instead of leaving.

The little beggar followed in with his head poking around, and saw the corpse of 'Jingui' at a glance, and his eyes turned red with anger.

"Who is so hateful, even the dog will not let go!"

Zhao Tieshu stood up with a stern face, and said slowly: "You wait in the yard, I will clean up my lady's wound first."

The little beggar nodded, sat in the corner without saying a word, and gently stroked 'Jingui''s hair with his thin hands.

The hemorrhoid was boiled in boiling hot water, boiled over a high fire until the water turned blue-black, and then placed in a wooden basin.

He took out a handful of cotton from the sun-dried cotton husk, sterilized it with alcohol, and placed it neatly on the table.

Shen Xian sat on the edge of the bed, looked at the dark liquid medicine, feeling a little trembling in her heart, she asked timidly: "Does it hurt to wash the wound with this?"

Zhao Tieshu recalled his feeling of using the medicine, and vowed: "It doesn't hurt!"

Shen Xian gently covered his chest with his hands, and heaved a sigh of relief, "It's fine if it doesn't hurt, it's fine if it doesn't hurt."

The pure white cotton changed color in the blink of an eye, and the moment it touched the scratch on the face, Shen Xian's tears gushed out like beans, and every wound was a burning pain.

"You lied, it hurt me to death... woo woo woo..."

Shen Xian was like a kitten in his hand, he kept wiping away his tears with his small hands, and then the wound on the back of his hand was stung by the tears, causing another burst of pain.

"Lady, after rubbing with this concoction, there will be no scars, please bear with it."

Although Zhao Tieshu was reluctant to let his daughter-in-law suffer, he had to apply medicine when he was injured. A few years ago, a hunter was cut by a tree branch, and he didn't take it seriously. The wound turned black and festered within a few days, and he died.

Since then, every time Zhao Tieshu was injured, he would instinctively deal with the wound.

After coaxing patiently for a while, Shen Xian pitifully asked Zhao Tieshu to continue applying the medicine.

After taking care of the wound on her face, Shen Xian took off her embroidered shoes, the blood stains from the blisters had already stuck to the socks and turned into blood scabs, the pain caused her to stuff herself into the quilt and let out sobs.

Zhao Tieshu watched the young daughter-in-law's smooth and jade-like soles turn into this appearance, the anger in his chest exploded, and his whole body trembled.

But at this time, he is no longer what he used to be. The knowledge he has learned from his husband and the fragments that have surfaced in trivial memories are all telling him to be rational.

"A gentleman hides a weapon, wait for the time to move."

Reciting these words silently in his heart, Zhao Tieshu suppressed the anger in his heart, and then carefully handled the wound.

After cleaning the wound, sprinkle a layer of golden sore medicine powder, and then wrap Shen Xian's feet with torn sackcloth, it's over.

Outside the crack of the door of the room, the little beggar lay on the crack of the door, watched it quietly for a while, then shrank away enviously.

"Brother Zhao really loves his wife."

After pouring out the potion, Zhao Tieshu welcomed the little beggar into the house, and Shen Xian sat on the seat wrapped in a quilt, listening to the ins and outs of the matter.

After a cup of tea, Shen Xian's eyes were full of gratitude to the little beggar after learning what had happened.

It turned out that shortly after she left home, the little beggar came to the house.

He heard on the street that he had made a fuss at the Lin family and was injured again. He was worried that Zhao Tieshu would seek revenge from the Lin family, so he wanted to come and have a look.

When the result came, it happened that the old doctor who was bribed by Lin Shihong planned to attack the unconscious Zhao Tieshu.

So the little beggar yelled twice, startling the old doctor away.

Hearing this, Shen Xian was still puzzled, and asked: "But you still didn't say how the aconitum poison was cured."

The little beggar raised his head and looked gratefully at Zhao Tieshu, "The spring was cold a few days ago, and I got sick. Brother Zhao bought me medicine for copper coins. There happened to be a medicine called Shiyahua, so I boiled the medicine dregs. , I didn’t know that Big Brother Zhao would be fine if he drank it, but in fact I didn’t help, it’s all because of Big Brother Zhao’s fate.”

"I see."

Shen Xian did not expect that things would take such a turn of events. In the end, good people will be rewarded, if not for Zhao Tieshu's kindness and enthusiasm, there would be no such rewards.

"No matter what, you saved my husband's life. I must treat you well today."

Shen Xian, who had a good idea, immediately forgot about the injury on the sole of his foot, got out of bed and was about to prepare a big meal for the little beggar, but tears of pain shrank back.

(End of this chapter)