The Journey Of The Peasant Mother-in-Law - Chapter 6

Zhulan shouted, “Eldest daughter-in-law, eldest daughter-in-law.”

Li shi was lazing around in the house, she was startled when she heard her mother-in-law’s voice, she almost fell off the kang, hurriedly hugged her child and came running, “Mother, what’s the matter?”

Zhu Lan supported her husband on the kang and said to her, “Go and call back lǎodà and lǎoèr(1) and ask them to go to Lizheng’s house to borrow an ox cart to take your father to see a doctor in the town.”

Only then did Li shi notice how painful her father-in-law was and hurriedly ran away.

Zhulan got up to fetch water and twisted the handkerchief to wipe her husband’s forehead to cool down. The second daughter-in-law, Zhao Shi, who was late, stood at the door crying as if she was mourning. Angrily Zhulan roared, ” If you can’t help, go back to the house, don’t stand and cry to frustrate me.”

Zhulan roared and did not control the volume, Zhao Shi wiped her tears and went out. Zhulan was too lazy to roll her eyes. The reputation of the evil mother-in-law must have become louder and louder.

All Zhulan’s thoughts were on her original husband, not to mention how complicated it was in her heart. If her original husband couldn’t make it through, she could feel relaxed, however, it was a living human life and she just couldn’t be so mean-spirited.

After changing the handkerchief several times in a row, the husband’s forehead became less hot, and he muttered, “Water, water.”

Zhu Lan hurriedly changed the veil, got up and went to the hall to pour water. Fortunately, it was the beginning of autumn. It was not like there was no hot water in summer. The hot water that was newly boiled in the teapot in the morning was almost cold now. She carefully fed a bowl of water and felt relieved to see her husband was more stable now.

Busy on the kang, she took out the key, took out the money box, and now had no time to care about the property. She took out a few taels of silver, counted dozens of copper plates, and quickly locked it again.

She had experience in caring for patients. Her grandparents were hospitalized, and her father was busy. She was always there to accompany them. She took out the quilt and was almost ready. Her two sons came back with an ox cart.

The ox cart was covered with grass and then a quilt. Zhulan instructed to raise the grass on both sides to block the wind and make sure that there was no gap. She took out the noon and evening food and handed it over to Li shi before locking the door. Got in the car and left.

In ancient times, it was painful to ride in an ox cart, the country roads were full of potholes, there was no shock absorption on the wheels, the road was bumpy, and even people who didn’t get motion sickness could feel sick. Zhulan also felt nauseated, and it took half an hour to reach the county seat.

Zhoujia Village was considered to be close to the county seat, and Zhulan dared not imagine how long it would take if the county seat was far away.

Zhulan observed her surroundings curiously. Her memories were different from what she saw with her own eyes. According to the geographical location, the place where she was now was actually closer to the capital. No matter how close it is, it still took half a month to go there by carriage. The fairy of ancient traffic, grinding people.

The county seat was relatively prosperous. This was not an ancient city as seen by tourists, but a real ancient city.

The book revolved around the counterattack of the heroine. For the convenience of the heroine, in the background setting, women can set up women’s households, reconcile, and go out.

Along the way, Zhulan saw a lot of women on the street, including young ladies, women, and stall owners. Zhulan was also happy. She didn’t like societies that had a low status for women.

There were two medical clinics in the county, and Zhulan didn’t have enough money for the best one. It was probably due to the change of seasons that the medical clinics were quite full of patients. Zhulan watched her husband and her eldest son in line.

Because her grandfather owned a herbal diet restaurant, he was little knowledgeable about Chinese medicine. She admired Chinese medicine very much, but unfortunately, she had no talent. It has been more than 20 years, and she only remembered a few medicated recipes for recuperating her body, which she learned from her grandparents.

The second child ran over, “Mother, it’s father’s turn.”

Zhulan helped her husband up, touched his head, and it was not so hot. She was relieved and put him inside to lie down. Zhulan was nervous again.

The doctor let go of his pulse and said, “The patient was overthinking and caught a cold again, so the onset was fierce. It wasn’t a big deal. I have prescribed medicine for three days, go back, fry and drink it, and came back for a follow-up three days later.”

Zhulan, “…”

Overthinking? She didn’t remember any worries at home that could make her husband overthink.