Chapter 32 All That Wasted Money

Song Chunxue understood perfectly well that the eldest son and his wife were only interested in the eggs that Zhao Yufang had brought.

This one advantage has already captured all their attention.

The couple was truly a match made in heaven. After having their child, they were very frugal and taught their child to be extremely calculating, unwilling to suffer any loss.

They only think about how to take advantage of others, never considering that sometimes giving a little benefit can bring greater returns in the future.

Just like farming, how can you expect a bountiful harvest in autumn if you don't sow the seeds?

Perhaps it was Song Chunxue who turned the eldest brother into this person. He always waited for the benefits to fall into his hands, never wanting to work hard and spend time cultivating and waiting for them to blossom and bear fruit.

Spoiling a child is like killing a child. She didn't understand this saying before, but now she has experienced it firsthand.

"What are you doing here?" Song Chunxue coughed, pressing her chest. "It's contagious. You should go back and get back to what you were doing."

"I've brewed some dandelion tea for you. Mother, drink some; it might help." As he spoke, Jiang Yeming handed over a bowl of dark green water.

Song Chunxue was somewhat surprised; this was quite a rare occurrence.

"Just leave it there, I'll drink it later."

Chen Feng, with her pregnant belly, turned to look at Jiang Yeming and said, "Then we'll get back to work. Mother, please rest well."

Her gaze lingered on the eggs by the kang (heated brick bed), waiting for Song Chunxue to offer them to her.

But no matter how long she waited, even after she had walked out of the north room, she still didn't hear the old man speak.

Song Chunxue kept her eyes closed, coughing occasionally, until tears welled up in her eyes from coughing.

Sure enough, Chen Feng was so frightened that she quickened her pace and ran outside.

She sneered, "You want my eggs? No way!"

Before long, Sanwa returned with the folk doctor from the neighboring village.

The local doctor's surname was Huang, and his given name was Huang Xiong. He was the only doctor in the area. He was fifty years old, had a long beard, was very thin, and carried a large wooden box on his shoulder.

Thanks to Sanwa, she actually met the folk doctor Huang Xiong in her own home.

In her past life, when she was in her forties, she caught a cold and almost died. She went to Huang Xiong to get medicine for herself.

After that, she rarely saw a doctor and endured her illnesses on her own.

After she got old, Huang Xiong moved to the county. The young people in the village didn't know how to prescribe medicine; they just wrote prescriptions from the book, which made it difficult to cure diseases, so she didn't spend the money.

"Sanwa, go to the kitchen and bring the doctor a bowl of water," Song Chunxue said, sending Sanwa away.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Sanwa wiped the sweat from his brow; the midday sun was very strong, and he was thirsty.

After Sanwa went to the kitchen, Song Chunxue quickly sat up and said to Huang Xiong, "Later, you should say that I am terminally ill and only by raising money to buy a ginseng can I be saved."

Huang Xiong smiled slightly and extended his hand. "Are you faking it? Since you're here, why don't you let me take your pulse?"

“Alright.” Song Chunxue lowered her voice and said, “My eldest son wants to divide the family property, so I have no choice but to resort to this tactic. Please keep this a secret for me.”

Huang Xiong smiled and nodded, then placed his hand on her wrist. "I understand, don't worry."

He'd seen this kind of thing many times before.

Before long, Sanwa returned with water.

The doctor also drank some, and then put his hands away, looking preoccupied.

He looked at Song Chunxue, who was coughing hard, and said, "Hey, your illness is hard to cure. Childbirth has severely depleted your energy. You need ginseng to replenish it. Anything else is too slow."

“You started coughing last night. Illness strikes like a landslide, you won’t be able to handle it.” Huang Xiong shook his head as he spoke. “I’ll give you a prescription. You can buy the medicine at the local clinic, but the most important ingredient is still ginseng. It would be even better if you had placenta.”

As he spoke, he picked up a pen and paper and wrote down the prescription.

Sanwa stood upright to the side, looking at Song Chunxue with worried eyes, then at the prescription in Huang Xiong's hand, his brows furrowed deeply.

For a family like theirs, buying ginseng is harder than climbing to heaven.

However, if Ruo Niang's health was really that serious, he still wanted to try to raise the money.

They probably sold all the sheep in that pen, and could barely buy a little bit of ginseng.

Sell ​​two more donkeys, and that should be enough.

With that in mind, he had already made up his mind.

When Huang Xiong handed the prescription to Sanwa, Sanwa looked at Song Chunxue.

"Mother, please bear with me a little longer. I'll go to the market to sell sheep tomorrow."

"..." Song Chunxue sighed, if Sanwa sold the sheep, all her acting would have been for nothing.

“No rush, perhaps it hasn’t come to that point yet. We can’t sell all the sheep in the house just to treat the illness, it’s not worth it.” She patted her chest. “Cough cough cough, sir, you might as well prescribe another medicine for me. If that doesn’t work, then we can think about whether we should buy ginseng.”

Huang Xiong smiled and handed her the second prescription, then said to Sanwa, "I heard your mother is digging for Artemisia capillaris. Let me see how good your Artemisia capillaris is. I'll buy some."

Sanwa looked sadly at Song Chunxue, then at Huang Xiong, before slowly walking out of the courtyard to get the Artemisia.

Song Chunxue looked at Huang Xiong, knowing that he still had something to say to her.

"Although you're faking it, your body is indeed very weak. It's just that you're still young, and with your energy, nothing can be detected yet. But when you get older, your legs will ache, your back will ache, and your whole body will be so sore that you won't be able to sleep."

Song Chunxue broke out in a cold sweat. It seemed he really did have some skill; she had been experiencing leg pain since she was fifty.

"Besides, you didn't take good care of yourself during your postpartum period. Do you often feel that your feet are too hot to sleep?"

Song Chunxue nodded, "This is an old problem. I thought it was because I didn't like wearing shoes before."

"You need to eat better, eat more eggs and meat, otherwise your bones will be very brittle when you get old."

"..." When she was in her sixties, she slipped and fell in the snow while looking at cat footprints, and the pain in her hip never got better.

"You might be able to fool people with this ginseng prescription, but this other little remedy I gave you isn't expensive. If you persist with taking seven doses, you'll see results." As he spoke, Huang Xiong picked up his bowl and took a sip of warm water. "It wasn't easy for me to come all this way. Three coins, not much, right?"

"Not much, not much," Song Chunxue quickly took out five copper coins from her bosom. "Please keep these two extra coins a secret for now."

Huang Xiong nodded, stood up, and took it.

"Then you rest, I'm going to get busy." Huang Xiong put on his self-woven straw hat. "Oh, by the way, don't touch ice water when you have your period, otherwise your hands and feet will still feel uncomfortable."

Song Chunxue got up to see him out, saying, "Okay, thank you."

Sanwa came in carrying a basket of Artemisia capillaris. Seeing the doctor about to leave, he felt uneasy.

Are you leaving already?

Huang Xiong raised his hand and patted Sanwa's head. "Okay, I'm leaving now. Take good care of your mother. I'll definitely find a way."

Seeing the tears in Sanwa's eyes, Song Chunxue quickly turned her face away.

It seems she needs to tell the child sooner rather than later, lest he ruin her plans.

After the doctor left, Sanwa sat on the steps for a while, then got up and went out of the courtyard, intending to tell his elder brother about buying ginseng.

Before long, the door of the thatched kiln was pounded on loudly.

Sanwa returned dejectedly.

"What did your older brother say? Cough cough cough, didn't he tell you to get lost?"

The fact that Sanwa didn't speak meant he agreed.

“He’s unwilling to pay for my medical treatment, I don’t blame him.” Song Chunxue shed tears in front of Sanwa. “Cough cough, cough cough cough, just consider it as me raising him for nothing, don’t go looking for him anymore.”