Jishi doctor arrives

Yang Mo smiled slightly and was not ready to help. The second wife's family had always told her to be good at dancing with long sleeves, and today she also wanted to see how Mrs. Zhou would dance with her sleeves.

In fact, who doesn't know if it's true or not, it's nothing but self-deception.

Mrs. Wednesday was sullen.

The old lady Fan smiled even more, "They are all sisters-in-law, and the third lady is not willing to praise Grandma Shi, so I will praise Grandma Shi. Shiba medicine is really more effective than elixir."

Madam Wednesday's eyes immediately showed resentment.

Normally, she would only put others in an embarrassing situation, but now the third lady herself is no better than others.

Mrs. Zhou said: "Our tenth grandma is very skilled in medicine."

The old lady Fan was even more happy when she heard this, "What the third lady said is true," she said after a pause, "It's such a coincidence today that Mrs. Zhou was also invited here."

It seems that I completely forgot about Mrs. Tai's post on Tuesday.

Mrs. Zhou immediately said: "It's about building a porridge shed. Our wife has already told the old lady about it."

"By the way, this is the matter." Mrs. Fan nodded.

Mrs. Zhou's suppressed heart immediately jumped for joy again, as long as she can get things done, she doesn't care what Mrs. Yang does.

Mrs. Zhou immediately said: "This is a good thing. Last year's rice crops were not harvested, and this year's rice prices will increase. I don't know how many victims in Beijing have no food, and there is war in Baoding..."

Old Madam Fan nodded her head and said: "I know it's a good deed. Of course it's good to do good deeds. After a while, several wives from Tong's family, Zhu's family, Fu's family, and Hu's family have come together. Let's discuss together."

Mrs. Wednesday smiled and nodded.

Yang Mo had already finished prescribing the medicine, but she was not in a hurry to leave, and sat aside to talk to old lady Fan.

"You should prepare some food when you take the medicine, so as not to feel uncomfortable in the stomach. The unilateral prescription I prescribed should be taken on time. The hot salt compress on your legs by the eldest wife can also relieve the pain. You should also use the needle once a day. How about it? Nothing less."

The old lady Fan nodded, "But I see these things. None of them are as effective as your medicine."

Her medicine is nothing but the natural salicin from willow bark, which is the original version of aspirin, and she suddenly remembered it when she came to give old lady Fan a diagnosis.

After a cup of tea, several wives arrived one after another.

Everyone sat drinking tea together, talking with a smile, Mrs. Zhou was about to mention the matter of opening a porridge shed.

Mrs. Fan looked at Mrs. Fan, "Is the rice ready?"

Mrs. Fan nodded. "Ready."

Talking and looking at Mrs. Fan, "Where's the porridge? Bring the porridge, and serve a bowl for everyone."

Mrs. Fan's eyes flickered, she paused for a moment, then got up and said, "Daughter-in-law, go and get it now."

The cooked porridge was not the strange smell she smelled as soon as she entered the door.

Mrs. Zhou carefully looked at Mrs. Fan's expression.The old lady Fan was all smiles, and she couldn't see anything special.How could you let everyone eat porridge at this time.

The servants of the Fan family brought the porridge, and Mrs. Zhou immediately smelled that disgusting smell again.

A bowl of hot porridge was placed on the low table next to it.

Mrs. Zhou unconsciously covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and looked down. What kind of porridge is it? The rice grains are yellow.

The ladies in the house looked at each other.

Mrs. Tong filled up some rice with a spoon and put it down again, she said in amazement: "Old lady, what kind of porridge are you making, why does it look weird?"

The old lady Fan's face has already sunk, "This is the rice from the porridge shed. I don't know which one sent the moldy rice, mixed in it. All the ladies eat fine rice, and you can smell it as soon as you smell it." come out."

Why did you suddenly mention this.

It was like a bolt from the blue.

Mrs. Zhou felt as if an iron rod had been drilled out of the ground and strangled her whole body, making her cold from head to toe. She immediately looked at the mother in charge beside her, and the mother in charge also had an ugly expression on her face.

People discovered the use of moldy rice at home.

No one expected it to be known so quickly.

Mrs. Fan said: "Our family was going to send rice to open a porridge shed. When I heard about this, I asked my eldest lady to suppress it. If something happened, none of us could escape the responsibility. You probably have this kind of rice. I don't know, but I know it very well," said Mrs. Fan and looked at Mrs. Fan, "Go, take out the jar from the old man's room."

Mrs. Fan responded and hurried into the inner room to get something, and after a while she came over with a blue and white ceramic jar with twining lotus.

Old lady Fan said: "Open the lid, grab a handful of rice and put it on the table."

Mrs. Fan grabbed the rice and put it down carefully.

Everyone looked over, and all the rice grains on the table had turned yellow.

"We are all family members of military generals. You have probably heard some things from men. The food in the military camp is not so delicious. If something is wrong, you will vomit and have diarrhea. Many soldiers will get sick because of this. They just ate such rice. But There is no way to fight the war, the grain and grass transported will sometimes get wet, although we all know that there will be problems with eating this kind of rice, in that case we can only eat it, our old man brought back the moldy rice after the last war."

"I didn't take it seriously, but our old man would invite this jar out every new year and festival. I asked, and the old man said that many soldiers died not because they were inferior to the enemy in force, but because of injuries. When he is sitting at home, he often thinks about the things on the battlefield, holding out these things, it is like being with those soldiers who died in battle..."

"We haven't been to the battlefield, so naturally we don't understand these things."

"However, I understand one thing. We have no choice but to eat these things when men go out to fight, but we are determined not to let others eat this kind of food. Therefore, whether it is Shi Mi or the servants of the Fan family, they are all innocent. Rice."

"Men are fighting their lives outside, if we do such a thing, how will we explain when they come back?"

Old Madam Fan's voice was up and down, and everyone lowered their eyes to look at the handful of moldy rice.

It turns out that they ate these things when they were fighting outside.

They are well-clothed and well-fed at home, and they have never thought about it.Even if I heard about it, I didn't take it seriously. Now that I saw it with my own eyes, I felt sore in my heart.

The gentlemen always let people serve them properly at home, but they have to suffer this kind of hardship outside...

Old Madam Fan said: "If we eat these things for people, how can we be worthy of their hard-earned reputation abroad?"

Yes, how can I be worthy of them giving up their lives to fight outside.

Mrs. Tong frowned, "We don't use moldy rice in our family."

"Our family doesn't have either."

"Our family is useless."

The voices fluctuated with each other, and Mrs. Zhou became more and more flustered.

Mrs. Tong said: "I'll ask someone to bring back the rice from home in a while, so I can find out."

If everyone wants to bring back the rice grain.Wouldn't the rest be theirs... Mrs. Zhou's face turned blue and red, and she felt hot-headed, and her heart seemed to be beating on her face. She looked at the crowd helplessly, afraid that everyone would think of her.

Everyone talked for a while, seeming to remember something.They all looked over.

Mrs. Zhou Zhou held the handkerchief tightly, "This... is different from those rice, who said that this porridge can eat bad people... Our family also buys fresh rice."

"As I said," Yang Mo stood up and picked up the porridge bowl beside her, "Baohetang treated the patient early this morning, and the patient just ate the porridge from the porridge shed."

Yang Mo looked closely at Mrs. Wednesday. "If the rice in the porridge shed is sick, you have to check the rice grains for cooking porridge. I can't take care of other people's affairs. I just asked a few more questions when the third sister-in-law gave porridge, and then took out a few bowls of porridge and put it in the porridge shed. The rice that came out."

Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Zhou stared at Yang Mo with wide eyes.

Yang Mo smiled slightly, "Does the third sister-in-law believe it? I will diagnose and treat this kind of disease, and I will treat one of them. As long as someone eats it badly, I will definitely go to the porridge shed."

Why, why go and see.

It's just Grandma Ten who is new to the door.

Mrs. Wednesday kept persuading herself.Yang didn't dare, but her hands were shaking, because she knew in her heart that what others couldn't do, Yang would definitely be able to do.

Otherwise, there would not be the situation today.

Yang asked, does the third sister-in-law believe it?

She believed it, she believed it.

As soon as Yang opened her mouth, she believed it.

She believed that if she didn't change the rice, Yang would pursue it to the end. Yang even sued the Chang family twice, and still held on tightly to the Qiao family. In the end, Master Chang went to jail and Qiao Wenjing was beheaded.

Yang is such a person.

Just thinking about this makes Mrs. Zhou feel cold all over.

"Third sister-in-law go back and check carefully. If it is really moldy rice, we must investigate whose fault it is. It is a good thing for us to use rice. If it is moldy rice, it will be humiliating," Yang Mo said clearly, "Third sister-in-law is seriously ill. , I would like to advise the third sister-in-law that it is better to let other people do such a thing, and the third sister-in-law should feel at home to raise the baby."

After Yang Mo finished speaking, the room immediately became quiet.

No one spoke for her, as if everyone was watching her jokes, Mrs. Wednesday just wanted to sneak in through the cracks in the ground.

She has lost all face.

Mrs. Zhou looked at Yang Mo angrily, but every word Yang said made sense, and she wanted to refute but couldn't.

Mrs. Wednesday swallowed a mouthful, feeling a sharp pain in her throat, "There must be something wrong, we are determined not to do such a thing."

Whether it was done or not, everyone can see clearly, and Yang Mo will not care about Mrs. Zhou at this time.

What's the use of lip service.

She wants Mrs. Zhou to clearly understand that as long as she reaches out to harm someone, she will definitely be caught.

Thanks to the second wife's family, she could figure it out by taking advantage of the national crisis to gain fame.

Old lady Fan looked at Yang Mo, it was rare to have such a royal wife.

It is said that Yang's background is humble, and he did those things in public.

But such a person is more kind-hearted than any lady or grandma with a good-looking appearance.

"Has the rice grains and herbs bought by Miss Yang Baohetang been shipped out of the city?" Mrs. Fan suddenly asked.

Yang Mo said: "A few cars have been sent out, and some more will be sent away one after another."

Mrs. Fan regained her spirits immediately, "So, it's not too late for us to collect some rice grains and medicinal materials."

"It's not too late," Yang Mo said with a smile, "not only for now, but when the army returns from the war, the wounded soldiers will be left behind. We prepare these things for the wounded and sick."

Mrs. Tong said: "This is a good thing, the wounded soldiers will be healed..."

"Yeah, let's collect rice and herbs too."

Everyone laughed and talked, leaving Mrs. Wednesday aside.

Mrs. Zhou gritted her teeth. Seeing Yang Mo smiling all over her face, she wished she could stretch out her hand and grab Yang Shi's neck, so that Yang Shi would not be able to breathe. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)