Ji Tang

Chapter 473 Inhuman Torment
After washing up, and just about to go out, he met Ji's mother.

When she saw Ji Song, her original resentment against him for ruining her body dissipated the moment she saw her son haggard.

She understands her son better than anyone else.

There is no point in stopping this kid from trying so hard.

Although he is extremely filial to himself, he has been very upright since he was a child.

If you didn't stop me, I wouldn't do it.

If that's the case, it's better to do it right under your nose and save yourself the trouble of doing it secretly.

If what happened yesterday happened again, she wouldn't even know about it.

She didn't speak, just motioned for Ji Song to follow.

Ji Song was helpless. She knew what her mother wanted to say, but... alas!
When we came to the backyard, except for the necessary roads, other places were covered with thick white snow, and several winter plum trees were blooming beautifully.

When the flowers are blooming, I am not yet blooming; when the flowers are withering, I am independent.

Not everything is easy to follow, some things still need to be persevered.

"Ugh!"

With a sigh, Ji Song paused, and then returned to normal.

Mother Ji said slowly: "Mom doesn't ask you what you are making, and there is no need to know."

"But what I want to tell you is that people are subject to birth, old age, illness and death. You forced your uncle to stay, but have you ever thought about his thoughts?"

He took a deep look at Ji Song and continued: "Some things cannot be forced. Mother knows your feelings for him, but..."

Seeing the expressionless Ji Song, Ji's mother felt deeply helpless.

"Forget it, whatever you want to do, just do it. I hope you can think more about him. Not only do you have his old man, but you also have your mother, You Ning, the kitten, and the little monkey."

"You have to know that you are not only living for yourself at this time, but many times, you are also living for those of us who depend on you."

"Think about it yourself!"

Ji's mother left, and Ji Song didn't send her off, or even expressed anything.

He just stood there in the courtyard, looking straight ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

It's snowing, and heavy snow like goose feathers is falling from the sky.

Soon, Ji Song's hair, shoulders, and body were gradually covered with snow.
"Brother Song"

Unknowingly, Ji Song walked to his second uncle's house.

Ji De was a little surprised. These days, the Hou Mansion is under martial law. No one is allowed to enter within ten steps of the Hou Mansion. Violators will be severely punished!
This was an order given by the old lady herself. Although everyone was curious, they didn't pay much attention!

Now that the old lady has said it, we must abide by it. Many tribesmen even patrolled around Zhuangzi spontaneously, just to worry about someone entering Zhuangzi.

All merchants who purchase goods are considered outside Zhuangzi. If you want to purchase goods, you can just wait!
Want to visit relatives?
Just wait!
Anyway, no one can come in unless they are from Zhuangzi.

This incident also alarmed the current magistrate of Haorui County. When he heard about it, he was startled. He thought something had happened to Haoren Marquis, so he ran over in person.

This time no one stopped her. Mother Ji met with the county magistrate. I don’t know what she said. Anyway, when the magistrate came out, she looked very happy!

In fact, Ji's mother didn't say anything. She just told the county magistrate that Mr. Hou was in seclusion to make something. As for what it was, they didn't know!

But this was enough in the eyes of the county magistrate.

Who is Hao Jiehou?

That was the man who improved the curved shaft plow, recreated the columbine, and invented the waterwheel.

I don’t know what I’m doing this time, but it must be something not simple, otherwise it wouldn’t be like this!

The county magistrate has a clear conscience. No matter what he does, as long as it benefits the country and the people, as a local official, his benefits are indispensable.

He has been in Haoji County for almost two years. There are not many wealthy families in the county. Ji Song, the Marquis, is still a master who does not like to cause trouble. The county magistrate should not be too comfortable.

Thinking about taking office, taking office, he felt hot in his heart. As expected, next year's assessment will be good again.If you raise it to one or two levels, it probably won't be a problem.

Therefore, Ji De was a little surprised after seeing Ji Song.

Especially the thin and haggard face immediately made him feel a little distressed.

He knew that Brother Song was probably doing things these days that could reduce his father's pain. Alas, it was a pain for the child.

Everything else is fine, but this is too sentimental and not good!
A person has a lot of thoughts in his life. If he uses too many thoughts, he will not live long.

"fine."

Ji Song forced a smile, but thinking of his mother's words and his second uncle's body at this moment, Tai couldn't help but smile.

"I'm going to see his old man."

Seeing Ji Song like this, Ji De wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words as soon as they reached his lips.

What's the use of saying it?

If it was useful, he could not wait to talk about it from morning till night.

When he walked into the back room, he saw his uncle's body huddled together. Ji Song was shocked!
"Uncle, my grandson is here to see you."

He hugged his uncle's upper body tightly, hoping that he would be less painful. Looking at him, Ji Song was so heartbroken.

"Brother Song is here?"

Uncle asked with trembling lips.

"Yes, your grandson is here to see you. If you feel pain, just scream. You are so old, so there is no shame in screaming." Ji Song choked.

"fart!"

Hearing Ji Song's words, the second uncle smiled and cursed: "Grandpa, I have never cried much in my life. Even when your uncle left, I didn't cry. A man from Guanzhong will not shed tears even if he dies. He cries like a girl."

Ji Song could feel his trembling body and said with some hesitation: "Grandpa."

"If you have something to say, just say it, if you have something to say, let it go. Don't worry about it, I feel uncomfortable watching it!"

Ji Song took out the glass bottle and said, "This thing can relieve your pain, but it has some side effects. I don't know if I should give it to you."

The second uncle's eyes lit up and he cursed: "You heartless bastard, I know you have something good hidden away. Come on, give it to me, it hurts grandpa to death."

"But" Ji Song still hesitated!
"Brother Song, please give it to father. He looks like this. As a son, I might as well kill him once and for all. This is not a disease. It is nothing compared to being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts!"

Ji De said with a cry that every time he saw his father like this, it felt like someone was piercing his heart with a knife.

It's better to die than live like this!
Ji Song looked hesitant, but when he saw his uncle's trembling body, he gritted his teeth and said, "Use it, just use it now!"

"Uncle De, go and bring half a bowl of hot water. Remember, it must be hot water, so that the medicine can work faster."

Jide was overjoyed when he heard this. Finally, his father no longer had to endure this inhuman torture. He ran outside quickly, and after a while, he brought a bowl of hot water.

When Ji Song saw it, he poured out half the bowl, and then took out the glass bottle.

Ji Song poured a drop into the hot water, shook it a few times, and then gave it to his uncle to drink.

"It will take effect in half a quarter of an hour, uncle, please bear with me longer!" Ji Song said.

It didn't take long for Jide to see his father's curled-up body gradually unwind, his brows also unfurling, and a quarter of an hour later he heard a slight snore.

"This" Ji De looked at Ji Song in horror.

"Shh!"

He signaled him not to disturb his uncle.

Putting down his uncle, Ji Song took Uncle De outside.

(End of this chapter)