When Zhou's mother saw the two of them walking away, she carried the basket to Zhou Huaian's house. When she entered the house, she saw Yang Chunyan holding a porcelain basin and pouring dog food into the dog bowl. "Where's Jiu'er?"

Yang Chunyan looked back, "Grandpa carried me up the mountain to look at the medicinal fields. He said that there were a lot of people visiting the fields these days, and they pointed at the herbs planted by the youngest and asked about their lives.

Many people also said that they would grow herbs to sell next year. They were worried that someone would steal the herbs from the fields at night, so they went up the mountain to check early every morning.

Mother Zhou put the basket on the steps and said, "The worthless herbs are almost all sold out. The remaining ones are all good stuff. Your old man even wants to build a thatched hut to keep watch on the mountain at night!"

Yang Chunyan smiled and said, "If we really set up a thatched hut to keep watch at night, people will know that we grow valuable herbs."

"People know if you don't keep your promise." Zhou's mother took the melons out of the basket and put them on the tea table. "I picked some flower beans and cooked them for dinner."

"Yes!" Yang Chunyan took the basket, "My sister-in-law said she's going into the mountains to pick chestnuts today. You can stay at home and help me take care of Jiu'er!"

"Okay, let her take you to that mountain nest to pick chestnuts. The chestnuts there are delicious." Mother Zhou thought about it and said, "Qiuyue doesn't want to go?"

"My sister-in-law asked her, and she said she would not go because she wanted to take Xiaolong with her."

"Alas!" Zhou's mother frowned. "They say that one generation doesn't care about the next. I'm afraid Qiuyue will ruin Xiaolong."

Li Qiuyue is really careful with her son now. She is afraid that he will melt if she holds him in her mouth, afraid that he will fall if she holds him in her hands, and afraid that he will get hurt if she hugs him in her arms. The three old people frown when they see him.

Yang Chunyan advised: "Don't worry, I heard grandpa and the old man talk to my third brother the other day, and he said he knew what he was doing!"

Mother Zhou sighed, "I hope so!"

"Please sit down for a while. I'll bring the tea to the construction site."

"I'll carry it with you." Mother Zhou followed her to the kitchen. "Have you checked the water output of the well behind the oven?"

Yang Chunyan shook her head, "Brother said it's pretty good!"

This time the well was dug a little deeper. After the pipes were laid, a three or four meter high water reservoir was built in the oven yard. This way, there would be no need to worry about running out of water after construction begins.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law lifted the tea bucket and went to the back of the vegetable garden. The foundation of the oven had been laid before the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the mason had already started building the walls.

When Zhou's father saw them coming, he pointed to the pile of fire bricks in front and said, "Put the tea bucket there."

"That's great!" Yang Chunyan and Zhou's mother lifted the tea bucket up there. When they turned around, they saw Zhao Huifang and Zhang Xiuxiang coming over with baskets on their backs. "Are you going now?"

Zhao Huifang smiled and said, "Go earlier, or else it will be finished by others."

"Okay!" Yang Chunyan nodded with a smile, "I'll go get Jiuer back and feed him before I leave."

"You go, let's go to the construction site and take a look." Zhao Huifang and the other person put down their backpacks and left.

When Yang Chunyan arrived at the mountain, she saw the old man holding the child, still working on the field where he planted Fritillaria cirrhosa. She pushed open the fence and walked towards the medicinal field.

The medicinal fields where plantain, dandelion and viola yedoensis were planted have been sown with weeds and flowers, and the herbal seeds that fell in them have also grown.

When the old man saw her coming, he came over with the child in his arms and said, "There are some stinking peony seeds that can be picked."

"It's okay to pick them in a couple of days." Yang Chunyan took Xiao Jiuer, "I'll go pick chestnuts with my sister-in-law. If Brother Weidong brings some wine, you can ask him to put it in the wine cellar. I've put the money in the drawer."

"I've bought so much wine, why would I buy more? I haven't sold all the jars of truffle wine at home yet!"

Seeing his distressed look, Yang Chunyan consoled him, "The wine won't expire, so it's okay to just leave it there and sell it slowly."

The old man: "Why did the youngest buy so much old wine? Are you going to raise the price?"

"That's right. Look, the price of coal has gone up. It's useless to keep the money there. It's better to buy something and save it. You'll need it anyway."

"That's true. Talk to your third brother and ask him to take some time to go to the coal yard and bring some coal back to store."

"Just wait until he brings the food back and then tell him."

Three generations of the family came down the mountain. After Yang Chunyan fed the child, she went out with Zhao Huifang and Zhang Xiuxiang and walked towards the old house.

As soon as I reached the door of Ye Laoyao's house, I heard him shouting in the yard, "Old man, what's wrong with you? Old man..."

Yang Chunyan and the other two hurried into the yard and saw Ye Laosan hugging Accountant Ye with a look of panic on his face, while Accountant Ye was leaning on him with his eyes closed.

Seeing the three people, the untidy-bearded Ye Laoyao hurriedly said, "Youngest brother, please help me see what happened to my old man."

He thought that Yang Chunyan's family was a doctor and she should know something.

Seeing this, Yang Chunyan hurriedly said, "Hold him tightly and don't move!"

Ye Laoyao: "Sure, I won't move!"

She strode over and took a closer look, only to see Accountant Ye's body twitching uncontrollably, his mouth crooked and saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"It's terrible, your old man has had a stroke, Ye Laoyao, you hold him and don't move! Sister-in-law, go get a needle and pour some wine."

"I have one at home." Ma Chunhua walked to the gate of the yard without knowing when. After answering, she turned around and ran back.

Yang Chunyan recalled the scene in her previous life when she saw Wang Zhen bleeding the old man who had suffered a stroke. She took Accountant Ye's hand and kneaded the tips of his ten fingers one by one to make them congested. At this time, Ma Chunhua also ran in with a needle and a bottle of wine.

"I bought it with the intention of sewing a quilt cover. I haven't used the new one yet."

"Give it to me, open the bottle!"

"Oh!" Ma Chunhua and the other two thought that the herbs she mentioned had some effect on them in the past few times, so it should work this time too. Ye Laoya looked at her nervously.

Yang Chunyan took the needle and poured some wine on the handkerchief. She wiped the needle, wiped the fingers of both hands clean, pinched the tip of the needle, and quickly inserted it into the middle of Accountant Ye's fingertips.

After pulling out the needle, there was still no blood flowing out, so he pinched his fingertips and squeezed a few times, squeezing out a few drops of dark red blood.

Ye Laoyao stared at Accountant Ye blankly. Thinking of Xiong Dahai who was paralyzed in bed, he felt a pang of fear in his heart.

He secretly prayed to God to bless him to wake up. As long as he could wake up the old man, he promised to listen to him in the future and never go against him again...

She pricked all ten fingertips one by one, then stopped and said to Zhang Xiuxiang, "Second sister-in-law, go get a handkerchief, wet it with cold water and bring it here."

"Oh!" Zhang Xiuxiang hurried over.

Zhao Huifang and the others didn't dare to breathe, and looked at her nervously, "Why haven't you woken up yet?"

Yang Chunyan thought for a moment and said, "Wait a few minutes, he should wake up."

After a few breaths, Zhang Xiuxiang ran out, "Chunyan, the wet handkerchief is here."

"Put it on his head."

"Okay!" After Zhang Xiuxiang put the handkerchief on his head, a few minutes later, Accountant Ye's complexion improved and his eyes became bright, only his mouth was still crooked.

Yang Chunyan hurriedly pulled and rubbed Accountant Ye's ears to make them congested with blood. When the ears turned red, she pinched a needle and pierced each of the left and right earlobes twice, waiting for two drops of blood to flow from both earlobes.

Thinking that it took several minutes to take effect after the bleeding, Ye Laoyao did not ask her, but just looked at his old man with a nervous face.

Several people were waiting anxiously. She looked at Accountant Ye and felt that just a few minutes seemed like several hours.

A few minutes later, a miracle happened. Accountant Ye's mouth was no longer crooked. He said weakly to Yang Chunyan, "Thank you, youngest family."

Ye Laoyao also said gratefully: "Thank you, Laoyao's family. Thank you very much! Thank you very much!"

"You're welcome!" Yang Chunyan said to Ye Laoyao, "Your husband hasn't recovered yet. You need to go to the hospital in town right away."

"Got it." Ye Laoyao looked at Ma Chunhua, "Sister Ma, please help me pull the cart over here." Then he looked at Yang Chunyan and the other two, "Sisters-in-law, please go into the house and bring out two quilts for me to put on top."

After several people agreed, they split up and soon the cart was paved. They also helped to lift Accountant Ye onto it.

"Thank you, sisters-in-law. Please help me close the door." After saying this, Ye Laoya pulled the cart and ran out.

Zhang Xiuxiang was a little anxious after seeing this, "Youngest Ye, let me help you, go call your eldest brother and others, and quickly bring the mule to the cart."

"Oh oh!" Ye Laoya responded, handed the handlebars of the cart to Zhang Xiuxiang, turned around, got on his bike and ran towards the old house.

Ma Chunhua helped him lock the yard and came out, saying to Yang Chunyan: "Thanks to you for meeting me today, otherwise Accountant Ye would have been like Xiong Dahai, paralyzed in bed by a stroke."

Yang Chunyan smiled and said, "I just happened to hear my younger sister talking about it at home this time. Accountant Ye is really lucky."

Ma Chunhua laughed, "Chunyan is really good at talking."

"Chunhua," Zhao Huifang asked curiously, "Why did Youngest Ye make Accountant Ye so angry that he had a stroke?"

"It's Li Chuntao, that evil spirit!" Ma Chunhua said with disgust, "I heard from Accountant Ye that the barber is here, and I asked him to shave my hair and beard. I'll go to the town with him to find someone to see if there's any way to get the divorce certificate torn up."

"Ye Laoyao didn't respond. Accountant Ye might have slapped him twice, which made him angry and said that they were the ones who caused his leg. Otherwise, Li Chuntao wouldn't have despised him for being a cripple and hooked up with others to cuckold him."

"I didn't hear any noise from next door for a while, then I heard the youngest Ye yelling. Accountant Ye might have gotten so angry that his brain was congested after hearing this. Damn it, children are all debts. The old man dug out his heart and ate it for him, and he still complained about it."

"Isn't this what happens when you meet children without conscience?" Zhao Huifang asked, "Has the Ye family found Li Chuntao? Has the cousin from Ye Laoyao's uncle's family returned home?"

"No!" Ma Chunhua curled her lips, "They have only been away for a few months, and they are still enjoying the new experience! It will take at least another year or two for them to come back."

After hearing this, Yang Chunyan laughed and said, "How did Sister Ma know that the cousin of Ye Laoyao's uncle would not come back for a year or so?"

Ma Chunhua said with disdain: "Li Chuntao and I live next door to each other, but I don't know her. Not only is she lazy and greedy, but she also dresses like a fairy and flirts with other girls all day long.

The two of them brought a few hundred yuan with them. It was a great thing to have money to spend in the first few months. But once the little money was spent, the trivialities of life would be mixed together. Sooner or later, it would be a dog-eat-dog situation. " (End of this chapter)