After Yan Qingqing readily paid Wei Laosan twelve taels of silver, she went with him to complete the sales documents.

These days, large livestock are very valuable, especially cattle, which need to be registered with the government.

After leaving the livestock market, Wei Laosan called out to Yan Qingqing, "Sister, thank you."

Wei Laosan knew that if it weren't for Yan Qingqing, he would have sold this cow to Liu Si for ten taels of silver. He had used half his life savings to buy the cow, and the cow had also done a lot of work for his family. If he hadn't had no other choice, he wouldn't have been willing to sell the cow.

Yan Qingqing shook her head and smiled, "Everyone has their difficulties. Besides, my son said your cow is quite good and worth that much silver. Consider it a good deed for the day."

Upon hearing this, Wei Laosan's vision blurred for a moment, and then he said, "It's inconvenient for you to lead the ox back like this. I made an oxcart myself. It's not worth much, but it's still usable. If you don't mind, I'll give it to you as well."

Yan Qingqing was overjoyed. Although she bought Wei Laosan's cow out of good intentions, it was because she actually needed it. Now that Wei Laosan was returning the favor, she naturally wouldn't refuse.

This oxcart is still brand new, although the workmanship is a bit rough, but if you really want to buy it, it would cost half a tael of silver.

Yan Qingqing had gotten a free bargain, so she thanked Wei Laosan, saying, "Thank you so much. My family just happens to need an oxcart."

Wei Laosan quickly waved his hand and said, "I should thank you, sister, for spending twelve taels of silver to buy my ox. My grandson has tuberculosis. Although I know it can't be cured, he is my only grandson, and I can't give up on him."

Wei Laosan's voice choked up again after he finished speaking. "Pulmonary tuberculosis, which is not considered a serious illness in modern times, was incurable in ancient times."

Yan Qingqing suddenly remembered a prescription for treating tuberculosis that she had read in her previous life. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I remember seeing a prescription in a book before. If you don't have a good method from the doctor, you might as well try it."

Upon hearing this, Wei Laosan became quite agitated. It wasn't that he trusted Yan Qingqing, but rather that many doctors he had consulted said there was no cure, and they could only prescribe some blood-tonifying and qi-boosting medicine to keep him alive.

Before he could urge her, Yan Qingqing said, "Atractylodes macrocephala, Lysimachia christinae, Prunus persica, Houttuynia cordata, 15 grams each; Glycyrrhiza uralensis, 6 grams; Fritillaria cirrhosa, 7 grams; Citrus reticulata peel, 9 grams; Prunus armeniaca, 9 grams; Stemona japonica, 10 grams. Decocted twice with water, the two decoctions are mixed together, one dose per day, divided into three administrations."

Of course, I'm not entirely sure if it can be cured. If you have any concerns, you can disregard what I said.

Wei Laosan has already taken his grandson to see many doctors, all of whom said that once you get this disease, there is no cure. Now that Yan Qingqing has given him this prescription, he will try it no matter whether it works or not.

Wei Laosan helped Li Xiangjian hitch up the oxcart, put the silver in his pocket, and went to the pharmacy. He wanted to get some medicine for his grandson first, just in case it would be useful.

After Wei Laosan left, Li Xiangjian asked, "Mother, do you know how to treat illnesses? I heard that tuberculosis is incurable. You're not just making this up for the sake of the oxcart scam, are you?"

Yan Qingqing was so angry she laughed. Was this how this brat viewed her?

So he snorted and said, "Let me tell you, the prescription my mother gave him is real. He might even come back to thank me in a while."

Alright, the oxcart has been harnessed and ready, but do you know how to drive one?

Li Xiangjian stopped worrying about whether the prescription was genuine or not, took the bullwhip and said proudly, "Of course I know how, Mother, please sit down, I'll take you home."

After saying that, he thoughtfully laid some hay on the oxcart for Yan Qingqing.

It has to be said that men are naturally better at some things. Just look at how Li Xiangjian drives the oxcart; he's like a pro.

Yan Qingqing sat steadily on the oxcart, experiencing only slight bumps.

When they returned to Canghe Village in their oxcart, the villagers were in an uproar, all saying that Yan Qingqing's family had indeed made money, look at how they had even bought an ox.

Some people say that it was right for Yan Qingqing to separate from the Li family, otherwise how could she afford an oxcart? Others say that now that Yan Qingqing and her family have money, they will definitely continue to support Li Chengye's studies, and they might even have to sell the ox later.

Clearly, Old Mrs. Li and Zhao Yumei had also received the news. Zhao Yumei's eyes were red with jealousy, while Old Mrs. Li remained unusually silent.

Just as Zhao Yumei was about to say something to stir up trouble, Old Mrs. Li stood up and went out the door.

Zhao Yumei was so angry that she almost threw what she was holding. She was clearly the eldest daughter-in-law in the family, she was clearly a virgin, and she was clearly the envy of everyone in the village, but now, whether at home or outside, she was inferior to that widow in every way.

When Yan Qingqing arrived home, a group of people had already gathered there, including Grandpa Li and the village chief Li Kaishan.

As Li Kaishan stroked the cow's hair, he said to Old Master Li, "This cow is good; it's plump and strong, and you can tell it's powerful."

I heard from He Laosan that Sanlang asked him a lot of questions about oxen, so it's clear he didn't learn in vain.

Li Xiangjian was a little embarrassed by Li Kaishan's praise. He scratched his head and said, "Actually, my mother chose this ox, and I think it's quite good. They even gave us an oxcart as a gift."

Li Kaishan knew that they had bought the ox for twelve taels of silver, and now that they heard that the oxcart had also been given away as a gift, he kept saying that it was a worthwhile purchase.

Old Master Li was also very happy. He took a puff of his pipe, and his mouth stretched almost to the back of his ears.

Although he didn't buy the cow, and although they separated from Yan Qingqing, Yan Qingqing was still his daughter-in-law, and the children were still his grandchildren.

To outsiders, this cow was ultimately their family's cow, so he had every right to be proud. Even Old Mrs. Li stood quietly in the crowd, her head held high.

Yan Qingqing had no idea about their little schemes.

Her current worry is where to put the cow. They already have a problem living in their own home, so where would they find a place for the cow?

Although she did plan to build a house, she thought it would be more suitable to wait until autumn when the weather is cooler. Most importantly, she would have more money then, so her budget would be more sufficient.

After the onlookers dispersed, Old Mrs. Li stepped forward and said, "Mrs. Yan, why didn't you discuss such an important matter as buying large livestock with your father and me?"

Yan Qingqing glanced at her and said, "What, are you planning to give me part of the money? That's fine, you can give me the rest now, it's the same."

Grandma Li hesitated for a moment, then glared at Yan Qingqing and said, "Where would I get the money for you to squander! You have enough money to buy a cow, why would you need my three walnuts and two dates!"

After saying that, she turned and left, as if afraid that Yan Qingqing would ask her for money.

Yan Qingqing sneered as she watched Old Madam Li's retreating figure. There was absolutely no way she could interfere in their family's affairs.

Seeing this, Grandpa Li felt a little embarrassed and then said, "I'm going back too. If you have any questions, you can ask me anytime. My family used to raise cattle in the past."

Thinking about how their lives were getting poorer and poorer, Old Master Li's voice grew more and more somber as he spoke, and finally he walked away with heavy steps.