The cooking color is delicious, general, don't bite me

Chapter 10 Punish the old vixen, it's a pleasure
Hearing this, Luo Zhiyong asked the yamen servant to stop, and was about to say that if the [-] boards were too few, he could add more.

Unexpectedly, Meng Fuling said: "My lord, Mrs. Zhu is very old. If you beat her with twenty big boards, I'm afraid she will lose half of her life."

"You want to intercede for her?" Luo Zhiyong was a little surprised, thinking that Meng Fuling wanted to intercede for Zhu Shi.

Even Mrs. Zhu was stunned and stared at Meng Fuling in disbelief.

But Meng Fuling's next words made Zhu want to tear her heart apart.

"Since her current crimes are not lethal, it is better to let her kneel at the entrance of the village for two hours and slap herself twenty times to show her self-reflection." Zhu Shi will also stop for a while.

Zhu's face turned pale with horror, and she knelt at the entrance of the village for two hours, it was almost noon, the sun was shining brightly at that time, she must die in the sun, not to mention slapping herself twenty times.

From now on, she will not be able to hold her head up in front of the villagers, and if she has to be punished, she would rather punish her with a cane, but it's a pity that she can't speak now.

"Good idea! She tried to get rich and killed her but failed, so I will give her a chance to reform herself." Luo Zhiyong agreed, and in a few words it became Zhu's self-reflection.

Meng Fuling asked Luo Zhiyong to send someone to watch, and insisted that while Zhu slapped himself, he confessed to the evil he had done.

Compared with Zhu's actions, Meng Fuling doesn't feel that she has done too much.To deal with people like Mrs. Zhu, if you are soft-hearted, it will only fuel her anger.

And this can also play the role of killing chickens and scaring monkeys. She has not forgotten that there are many top products in the village.

"Now can I tell the official how to heal the little girl?" Luo Zhiyong asked urgently as soon as Mrs. Zhu was dragged out.

When Meng Fuling told about his daughter's symptoms, he believed a little bit in his heart, and also believed that she would not dare to lie to him.

Since she didn't see anyone, Meng Fuling didn't dare to make a conclusion easily, so she asked Luo Zhiyong to take her to see his daughter.

Meng Fuling followed Luo Zhiyong, and as soon as she stepped into a bedroom, she was coughed violently by a strong fragrance, and finally stopped coughing, and was shocked enough by the fat woman sitting on the bed.

When she saw Luo Zhiyong, she guessed that his daughter Luo Jinfeng was likely to follow him, but she didn't expect to be so fat.

His body was like a big round meatball, pressing the bed to the point of collapse, and he still didn't know it. He was holding a plate of food, and he just buried his head in eating it.

"Feng'er, is there enough food? If it's not enough, Dad will ask the kitchen to make more." Luo Zhiyong saw his daughter, and his father's love overflowed, and he was completely different from before.

"Not enough, not enough, another plate of braised pork!" Luo Jinfeng raised his head and said vaguely.

Her face was big and flat, covered with freckles, and her mouth was full of oil, like a sesame cake with smoked sauce.

Meng Fuling felt a deep aversion to the cold, and finally understood what "strange disease" Luo Jinfeng had.

"Father, who is she? How is she cooking?" Luo Jinfeng took a few more mouthfuls of rice before he noticed Meng Fuling.

They are all so fat that they don't look good, and they don't say anything without eating, and they spend all their meals in bed.Meng Fuling was a little speechless, and wanted to think about it, but she didn't show half of it.

"Feng'er, she was invited by father to see you." Luo Zhiyong smiled, turned around, and asked Meng Fuling again: "Do you want to take the pulse first?"

"No need!" Meng Fuling shook her head, what pulse did she have?Where will she be?
"Father, she must be a liar. How can anyone see a doctor without taking his pulse?" Luo Zhiyong looked suspicious, and before he could speak, Luo Jinfeng yelled.

Meng Fuling didn't care about the attitude of the father and daughter, and only asked about Luo Jinfeng's eating habits, which confirmed her original guess.

"Are you sure you can cure Feng'er?" Luo Zhiyong questioned, frowning.

"Of course, but you have to agree to one condition." Now that she had made up her mind, Meng Fuling wanted to bring up her real purpose for coming here.

(End of this chapter)