Chapter 81 Internal strife

Rui'er is the second wife's grandson, only four years old. It would be reasonable for the youngest child to wear this cotton coat.

Old Madam Wang loves Lin Xiu Ze, and his son Rui Er naturally loves him too.

But she was not in so much pain that she gave up her cotton coat and endured the cold herself.

Mrs. Zhou from the third house immediately quit after hearing this. "Just give a cotton-padded jacket to the second house? Then the third house will be at a loss."

"No, our Qi'er is also my mother-in-law's grandson, and he is afraid of the cold too."

People are often like this. When the second and third wives want to take advantage of the first wife, they unite against the outside world and act like brothers and sisters who love each other very much. However, if their own interests are involved, they will immediately have a conflict and no one will give in.

Second Aunt Zou's face darkened. "Your Qi'er is already twelve years old. How can an uncle like you snatch cotton-padded clothes from your nephew?"

Zhou refused to give in. "What's wrong with being twelve? Twelve is still a child. Besides, Qi'er has always had a bad health. If anything happens to him, our only child in the third house will be gone, and I won't be able to survive..."

"You call him unwell? I think he's in good health enough to kill a cow..."

Zou said angrily.

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The two of them were arguing with each other, neither of them willing to give in.

Old Madam Wang felt very disappointed. She, an old mother, was almost dying of illness, and these two daughters-in-law were still fighting over her cotton-padded clothes.

"Shut up!"

Madam Wang said angrily.

Even so, although the two of them kept their mouths shut, they still glared at each other fiercely.

"Second daughter-in-law, third daughter-in-law, boys have more energy, and I, an old woman, am most afraid of the cold. Let me wear this cotton coat, come and help me put it on."

Seeing that her two daughters-in-law still did not move, her heart became even colder.

"Second brother, third brother, you two help me put it on."

Uncle Lin Er and Uncle Lin San should be it.

They knew in their hearts that it didn't matter who wore it, it would never be worn by them.

Watching Mrs. Wang put on her cotton-padded jacket, Rui'er tugged at her mother's clothes and burst into tears, "Mom, Rui'er is cold."

Jiang was heartbroken. She hugged Rui'er and comforted her, "Come into mother's arms, you won't feel cold anymore."

"No, I want to wear a cotton coat."

"Don't even think about cotton-padded clothes. It's your fault for having such a cruel great-grandmother who only cares about her own comfort and doesn't even care about the life and death of her only great-grandson." Jiang said angrily and glanced at Old Lady Wang.

"Mom, my great-grandmother doesn't love me, so Rui'er will never call her great-grandmother again. She doesn't deserve it!"

Rui'er pouted and said.

"Rui'er, don't talk nonsense!" Jiang pretended to scold, but there was no blame in her tone.

Lin Xiu Ze continued, "Rui'er isn't wrong. Grandma's actions are truly selfish. Don't let the younger generation feel disappointed."

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The second branch of the Lin family blamed Old Madam Lin, and so did the third branch of the Lin family.

Lin Xiuqi pestered Uncle Lin and Mrs. Zhou for cotton clothes, and was beaten up by Mrs. Zhou.

Although he was beating Lin Xiuqi, he kept blaming Madam Wang, "Who told you not to reincarnate and have such a grandmother who doesn't care about the younger generation?"

Uncle Lin stood there without saying a word.

Old Madam Wang closed her eyes.

She didn't know why her son, daughter-in-law, and younger generations, who had always respected her, turned against her just because of a cotton coat.

But she won't give up this cotton coat.

These youngsters don't care about her life or death, so why should she feel sorry for them?

Thinking of this, she felt a little more at ease.

In the evening, Lin Zhiyi took Chai Ya for a walk nearby, picked some wild vegetables, and made a wild vegetable dumpling soup.

The meat dish was sweet and sour pork, and the vegetarian dishes were made by Fang Mama and Chai Ya.

As soon as the food came out of the pot, many people came up and wanted to buy sweet and sour pork. Some of them had no money, but the trustworthy ones, such as Lord Cui and Lord Fan, bought on credit.

Eunuch Wang, in particular, enjoyed the meal very much. He was curious about how Lin Zhiyi could cook such delicious food. If she could open a restaurant, he would be the first to support Miss Lin.

What he didn't know was that the seasonings used by Lin Zhiyi were not available in this era.

After the meal, at the request of the officials, Fang Mama and Chai Ya boiled two large pots of cold medicine.

Yes, it is fried in a big pan.

The medicine jar is too small and can't hold much medicine.

The water was drawn from a nearby river, but Lin Zhiyi added spiritual spring water.

Before the medicine was ready, everyone gathered around, fearing that they would not be able to grab the medicine, and almost overturned the pot.

Lin Zhiyi shouted, "Queue up, queue up to get the medicine. If you don't want to queue up, please help yourself!"

When everyone heard this, they were afraid that Lin Zhiyi would get angry and not let them get the medicine, so they immediately lined up.

There weren't so many bowls, so the person in front had to drink and wash the bowl before the person behind could drink.

When he served the last one, Lin Zhiyi handed the bowl over. When he looked up, he saw Mu Yunzhao.

In the book, she did not catch a cold. She collected many herbs and saved many lives, which made everyone very grateful to her.

Unexpectedly, after she came here, Mu Yunzhao not only caught a cold, but also failed to cure his illness.

I'm afraid he's not in the mood to read medical books.

"Miss Mu, take it."

Lin Zhiyi handed over the medicine bowl.

Mu Yunzhao took the medicine bowl and said with a smile: "Thank you, Sister Lin."

The moment she turned around, she secretly hated Lin Zhiyi, thinking that he must be laughing at her.

She knew how miserable she looked at that moment.

But it doesn't matter, she believes that she will eventually reap the rewards of her hard work.

After the medicine was distributed, Lin Zhiyi also felt tired. She had just sat down and hadn't rested for a while when Zhu Sheng came over and said, "Miss Lin, the master is calling you."

"What is it?"

"The master didn't say anything, you'll know when you get there."

"Yeah, okay."

Lin Zhiyi stood up reluctantly.

Only after getting on the carriage did I realize that Li Wenjing actually wanted to wash his hair.

He said he hadn't washed his hair for many days and it was itchy, so he asked Lin Zhiyi to help him wash it.

Lin Zhiyi immediately quit when she heard that. What a bad temper she has!

"Hey, Li Wenjing, I'm not your nanny, don't go too far."

Li Wenjing looked at her and said calmly, "Are the lives of the Lin family not worth washing my hair?"

Lin Zhiyi choked.

Well, it seems that Li Wenjing has learned his lesson. He has been threatening her with the lives of the Lin family these past two days.

No, he was cunning.

Lin Zhiyi asked Zhusheng to fetch water, and then asked Fang Mama and the others to boil it. She was only responsible for washing Li Wenjing.

With this division of labor, she can relax a little.

After Zhusheng ran away, he came over with water after a cup of tea.

Lin Zhiyi took off the jade crown on Li Wenjing's head, and a head of thick black hair hung down like a waterfall, which stunned Lin Zhiyi.

He is even more handsome than the male lead in the TV series!

No, there is no comparison at all. He is both civil and martial, and has a kingly aura.

Suddenly I felt that even combing his hair was a pleasure.

Although he hadn't washed his hair for more than ten days, it still looked fresh.

Because there was no suitable place for Li Wenjing to lie down, he had to lie on his stomach while washing.

After the hair was completely soaked, Lin Zhiyi secretly took out shampoo from the space, kneaded it into foam, and started washing Li Wenjing's hair.

"What did you use? Why does it smell so good?"

Li Wenjing's sudden voice startled Lin Zhiyi.

"Don't ask. Since you asked me to wash your hair, I'll wash it however I want. If you keep talking so much nonsense, I won't wash it for you."