"Youyou, why don't you want the land?" Tang's mother thought about it and asked.

"Mom, how many laborers are there in our family? Besides, it's so dry right now, so it would be a hassle to come. It's better to take the silver. Besides, the land won't go away. As long as I have the silver, who knows if I can't buy it?"

"How can it be that easy? Who would sell their land if they had no other choice?"

"I didn't know before, but this year is different. God didn't rain, and the millet is all shrunken. Alas! How many people will starve."

Suddenly he remembered something and stuffed the five taels of silver he had just received into the hands of Tang's mother.

"What are you doing, kid?"

"Mother, I can earn money now. These are my filial gifts to you. Take them!"

Tang's mother knew she was thinking about food, and couldn't help but sigh: "I'll go back after your house is built. Keep this money for yourself. Don't spend it recklessly, and don't buy things you shouldn't buy..."

The only instruction was to confiscate the silver.

Tang Youyou sighed, it was really pitiful how loving parents were. Well, it would be fine if she could bring some more food back when the time comes.

But plans are not as good as changes, and something big happened that night.

At night, she still came to the yard and sold all the grass to the system, feeling very happy when she touched the eight taels of silver.

Lying on the bed, imagining that tomorrow there will be many people in each village making money for me, I crossed my legs and swayed, feeling so comfortable.

Tang's mother kicked her lightly in annoyance: "Why aren't you sleeping, kid?"

She was about to speak when she was startled by a loud "bang" outside the yard.

"Mom, please wait, I'll go take a look!"

It must be some desperate thief trying to steal something again. She was wondering, did she look rich? Or did she look easy to bully?

Tang's mother lit the oil lamp and followed closely: "Wake up your brother!"

He came into the main room and was snoring so loudly that he didn't even know he was being dragged out and sold. He kicked Tang Wu.

He sat up with a start: "Is there a thief?"

Tang's mother's voice came: "Hurry up and go out with your sister to take a look!"

The three of them quietly opened the main door of the hall and looked through the crack. They could only vaguely see something wrapped in a mat in the yard. There was no movement around.

Tang Youyou opened the door, and Tang Wu picked up the wooden stick behind the door and followed closely.

He walked over to the mat, kicked it with his foot, and his heart skipped a beat: "It looks like a person!"

The first thought in her mind was that someone had killed someone and wanted to frame her!

Tang's mother suppressed her fear and brought the oil lamp closer, motioning for her to open it and take a look.

Tang Wu bravely used a wooden stick to lift the mat away, and with the help of the oil lamp and moonlight, he could barely see that it was a woman.

Tang Youyou felt that the person in front of her looked familiar, as if she had seen her somewhere before. She subconsciously used her index finger to feel her breath.

“Still alive!”

"Water...water..." came the weak voice of a woman.

Tang's mother quickly poured her a bowl of water and helped her drink some.

"This child is so pitiful, not a single part of his body is intact. Who is this person? Beating someone like this is absolutely insane!"

Tang Youyou took the oil lamp from Tang's mother and held it closer.

After a long silence, she recognized the woman as White Eagle.

The woman's body kept shaking, which scared Tang's mother: "What...what's going on?"

Tang Youyou touched her forehead and was shocked for a moment. This was a high fever and needed to be dissipated.

"Mom, this is Ying'er!" He picked her up and ran into the room.

"Brother, go boil some water!"

She bought some antipyretic medicine from the mall and poured it all into her mouth, but Ying'er seemed to have lost consciousness and couldn't drink it at all.

Tang's mother discovered it as soon as she entered the house, and hurried forward to help, feeling very anxious.

One person supported her while another pinched her jaw, and only then did they force her to drink the fever-reducing medicine.

Tang Youyou wiped the sweat off his face: "Mom, I want to wash her body. Please go out and help me keep watch. Don't let those guys know!"

The snoring outside the house had long since died down. I guess the children must have woken up.

After taking off her tattered clothes, she frowned. Her body was covered with scars and she didn't know where to start. How could she wash it?

Alas...what a sin!

There was no other choice but to use a wet towel to wipe her aorta, neck, and soles of her feet.

Half an hour later, she noticed that she was sweating slightly, thinking that the medicine must have taken effect, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't sleep the whole night and stayed up all night. I unexpectedly found that the condition had improved. I took the temperature and it was still slightly feverish.

He put some clean clothes on her and left the room.

"What's wrong?" Tang's mother came over with a bowl of white porridge.

"Better!" She rubbed her eyebrows.

"You go to sleep for a while, I'll watch over you!" Tang's mother handed her the bowl and motioned for her to drink.

She shook her head, took the bowl and went to the room, put the anti-inflammatory medicine into the bowl and stirred it.

When the eagle heard the sound, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Am I... am I dead? How can I still feel pain after I die?"

"You silly child, you can't die as long as your mother is here!"

Turning around, I found Ying'er staring at the roof with empty eyes.

"I'm so stupid. Even after I died, I still thought about my mother. She was the one who pushed me into this hell..."

Tang Youyou: "..."

After hearing the voices, Tang's mother knocked on the door.

"Awake? Your brother has borrowed a bullock cart, hurry up and take him to the clinic!"

Only then did Ying'er discover the two people.

"You...you guys..." Her eyes were full of disbelief.

"Hurry up and drink this porridge, let's go to the clinic!"

After Ying'er saw who it was, he threw himself into Tang Youyou's arms and cried out, "Wow!"

Seeing this, the other people in the house also rushed into the house.

"Sister..." Everyone's eyes were filled with tears.

Tang Youyou choked up a little and cursed her original self again, calling her a fool. In order to find a wife for her eldest son, she forced her daughter to marry a widower in exchange for five taels of silver. In the past year, she never even bothered to inquire about her daughter's situation.

"As stupid as a pig!" He unconsciously said what he was thinking.

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Lin Huahua widened her eyes. Her mother actually scolded her elder sister-in-law in front of so many people?

She felt a little embarrassed and clapped her hands. "I'm talking about myself, Ying'er. Don't cry. When you recover, I'll vent my anger for you. Drink this bowl of porridge quickly!"

Ying'er was a little flattered. Looking at the white rice porridge in front of him, he swallowed and looked at Tang Youyou cautiously.

She just felt extremely sad. What a sin! She didn't know how this child had lived before?

He scooped a spoonful and handed it to her mouth. Ying'er subconsciously opened her mouth and drank it, frowning slightly.

"You haven't eaten for a long time, so you may have lost your sense of taste. It's okay, you will recover!" She said nonsense seriously.

After taking another spoonful, Ying'er shook his head: "Mom, I can do it myself!"

"I'm feeding you, you're covered in wounds, don't try to be tough!"

Ying'er was in a trance for a moment. Such a mother was too unreal. He couldn't help but look at his younger brothers.

Everyone nodded in unison: "Sister, eat quickly..."