Everyone rushed to the kitchen to see what was going on.

Huang Jingjing fell to the ground, still holding the bowl of soup tightly in her hands.

The slender little hands were burned red.

Old Mrs. Huang asked quickly, "My dear, why did you fall?"

"Grandma, I..."

Huang Jingjing didn't say the rest, and big tears rolled down her cheeks.

Old Mrs. Huang quickly took the ginseng soup, brought it to the room personally, and fed Chen Jingui one spoonful at a time.

When she came out, she checked Huang Jingjing's injuries and soaked her hands in cold water.

"My dear, tell me, what happened just now?"

Huang Jingjing bit her lip and shook her head.

At this time, a villager said: "I saw Huang Xiaojuan running out of the yard just now."

Old Mrs. Huang's eyes were stern, and she asked Huang Jingjing: "Did she do it?"

Huang Jingjing nodded while crying, "Grandma, Xiaojuan also wants to drink the ginseng soup, but this is for my mother's life-saving, so I didn't give it to her."

Old Mrs. Huang stroked her head and said, "My dear, you did the right thing. This soup is your mother's life! I can't give it to anyone who wants it!"

As they were talking, Huang Dalong and the others came back. When Huang Dalong heard that Chen Jingui was about to give birth, he became panicked.

"Mom, how long has my wife been in pain? How can she bear it when she is so afraid of pain?"

Old Mrs. Huang didn't have the heart to tell him that she was having a difficult labor, and she forced herself to remain calm and said that this is how childbirth is, and asked him not to worry.

Unexpectedly, a voice came from outside, "Just now, Aunt San said that my sister-in-law had a difficult birth."

When Old Mrs. Huang heard the voice, she wanted to take a knife and kill Tao Chunying.

Huang Dalong asked nervously, "Mom, is Jin Gui really having a difficult birth?"

Both men and women have heard of women who died in childbirth.

Fear of tigers.

Old Mrs. Huang looked grim and nodded silently.

Tao Chunyi looked at her like this and felt very proud.

As long as Chen Jingui dies, everything in the house will belong to her.

After all, her Xiaoman is the only male in the family.

What's more, Old Mrs. Huang loves Huang Xiaoman so much now.

Maybe in the future, Huang Xiaoman will be able to pass the imperial examination and become the wife of an official!

By then, helping my mother's family will be easy.

"Now, I just hope that Chen Jingui dies quickly, so that I can get the management rights of the family. After I get the money from the dead old woman, Yaozu can go to school, my mother's house can be renovated, and my brother can marry a girl from a good family!"

Even the lives of her parents, brother and sister-in-law can be improved.

In short, it has hundreds of benefits and no harm.

Tao Chunying thought about it, and felt very happy in his heart that he could hold his head high in front of his parents, brother and sister-in-law.

She could even give them orders and interfere in their affairs, but that was just what she wanted to do.

Vanity had completely taken over her heart, and she had completely forgotten about the backstabbing by her mother.

Huang Dalong was waiting anxiously outside, with his hands clasped together, praying in the air.

Old Mrs. Huang, along with Huang Jingjing and many villagers, knelt before the portrait of Bodhisattva in the main hall and prayed.

In the room, basin after basin of blood was brought out, and Third Aunt's voice became hoarse as she tried to encourage Chen Jingui.

Chen Jingui's situation is even worse.

During this time, Old Lady Huang boiled another piece of wild ginseng. Only after Chen Jingui drank it did she breathe a sigh of relief.