"Okay, I'll go talk to your grandma."
After saying that, Mingshi went to the main house.
The Ming family has not split up. The old lady is in charge of the household, and the old man is in charge of the outside affairs. Even if the family affairs are in chaos, he will not ask a single question. Therefore, Mingshi habitually discussed this matter with his mother. At first, the old lady disagreed. Mingshi analyzed the pros and cons. For the sake of his reputation, the old lady finally had to nod her head, and at the same time, she also transferred her anger to Qian Dani.
If it weren't for her, would she have given away such a useful Ming Leyao?
I must give her a good lesson in the future.
Ming Leyao didn't know what Ming Shi had discussed with the old witch. Seeing that it was late at night and snoring sounds coming from other rooms, she opened the loose door, jumped out of the fence, and ran to Fu Wencheng's house in the moonlight following her memory.
The Fu family had produced many powerful and famous people in their ancestors, but they gradually declined in recent generations. However, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and no matter how declining the family was, they still had countless assets. During the turmoil that year, other branches of the Fu family received the news early and transferred their assets abroad. Fu Wencheng's family was delayed by one day in going abroad because he was still young and suddenly had a high fever. As a result, they were arrested by the Revolutionary Committee.
Later, he had to give away all his property before he successfully got rid of the label of a capitalist. In order to save his life and fill his stomach, he had to sell or give away the small Western-style building to the government at a very small price. In exchange for some money to survive, he renovated the old house in Shangjiaqiao Brigade and moved his family back.
This extreme gap was unacceptable to Fu Wencheng's family. They had no way to vent their distress, and after daily quarrels, they even blamed all the faults on the young Fu Wencheng. He did all the dirty and tiring work at home, and the little guy shouldered the heavy responsibility of supporting the family. This hard life continued until he joined the army.
As her thoughts turned, Ming Leyao stopped breathlessly in front of the hut where Fu Wencheng now lived.
There wasn't even a yard, just a dilapidated little house displayed so blatantly in front of everyone, which was really similar to the woodshed where she lived now.
I pushed the door open and slipped in. When I turned around, I met a pair of bright and deep dark eyes in the darkness.
“You’re here.”
His expression was as if he knew she would come today, calm and expressionless.
"Waiting for me?"
Fu Wencheng raised his eyebrows, as if to say, "Do you want to listen to what you are saying?"
"......"
Well, what she said was ambiguous.
"I need to take some of your blood and go back to test what the poison is so that I can make an antidote."
"No need, I've already taken the test, and here are the results."
Fu Wencheng took out a piece of paper from his side and handed it directly to Ming Leyao.
Presumably, he had done this before during his inspection in the army.
Ming Leyao didn't think much about it. She took the test results and read them to the end, frowning slightly.
"You went to the biochemical laboratory before?"
Hearing this, Fu Wencheng's eyes trembled slightly, but it was not very obvious in the dark.
"That's not what you should be asking."
"Hey, is the money ready?"
"One hundred, will it cure?"
"make a deal."
Ming Leyao took out a cloth bag from her pocket and opened it. Inside, there were neatly arranged silver needles of different sizes, sparkling in the moonlight. She quickly pulled out one that was neither long nor short, and was about to prick her hand when she suddenly paused.
He raised his head and asked doubtfully, "Do you trust me so much?"
“I didn’t believe it at first.”
"I don't believe you, but you look like you're just waiting for me. Ha, men are really all deceitful pigs."
Fu, liar, Wen, big pig's hoof, Cheng:.......
Leng You's gaze fell on Ming Leyao, with an unclear meaning.
Ming Leyao ignored him, lifted the dark blanket on her legs and squeezed it with her hands.
"Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
"Are you conscious?"
"No."
"What about this?"
"No."
"It will be a little painful at first, just bear with it."
After saying that, silver needles began to fall, one, two, three. As more and more silver needles were inserted, the leg, which had been numb for a long time, gradually began to hurt.
It hurts more and more.
It hurts more and more.
Fu Wencheng's eyes became brighter and brighter.
His legs... can his legs really get better?
During the months of being disabled, he went from being irritable and unable to accept the situation at first to compromising reluctantly in the end. The hardships in between made him see the ups and downs of life. He was abandoned by his family and laughed at by others. He was once a soldier with high spirits and the most promising future, but ended up like this. He could understand the panic of his parents and brothers at that time.
But if you only understand but don't agree, and don't have the determination and ability to survive in adversity, then you can only live in fear, not knowing the way forward.
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