Chapter 83 The nobleman who came to escort us
I really don’t know what his identity is.
He is worthy of the attention of the lady...
Seeing Feng’s puzzled face, Xiao Nuobao stuck out her tongue mischievously, and her drool almost dripped onto the pillowcase. She smiled and slurped it back.
Xiao Nuobao has her own little ideas.
At present, although Fushantang looks prosperous,
but good and bad are interdependent, and there are also hidden dangers in it, but her mother and brothers and sisters-in-law can’t see it, only she can foresee it.
The world is bustling, all for the sake of wealth and profit.
When Fushantang’s business grows in the future, this business opportunity and wealth will surely attract people’s attention.
Daliu Village is just an ordinary village.
The Jiang family has no power.
Anyone who is targeted by someone will become a fish on the chopping board, and there will be nothing left.
Therefore, if the business wants to be stable, there must be a noble person sitting in Fushan Hall to protect the Jiang family.
And what can make Xiao Nuobao wait for a long time is the "protective umbrella" of Fushan Hall!
"Mom, you can go out to greet people~" Xiao Nuobao stretched out her white arms and urged Feng to carry her down to the ground.
Feng came to her senses slowly, and then put on an outer coat for the girl, put on small flowered cloth shoes, and carried her out.
"You are a good baby, you have a lot of ideas, but you don't tell your mother anything." After going out, Feng deliberately tapped the girl's nose and scolded her.
She didn't blame Nuobao. She
was just afraid that the little guy would worry too much alone, and couldn't enjoy the fun of children, and would be tired of his little body.
Little Nuobao puffed up his cheeks and nuzzled into Feng's neck until Feng was so itchy that she couldn't help laughing. Then the mother and the mother showed their white teeth.
"Don't worry, mother, Nuobao knows what's going on!" After making his mother laugh, Little Nuobao said happily.
Feng had no choice but to stop talking to her and quickened her pace.
However, when she reached the entrance of the village, Feng looked up and couldn't help showing her surprise.
She saw that there was indeed an old man in front of her, but he was completely different from what she imagined...
The old man's clothes were shabby and his shoes were rotten to the point of holes. At this time, he was holding on to a big willow tree and coughing, his lips were dry and cracked, and his face was still sick.
He didn't look like he could live in a Fushantang...
But Little Nuobao's eyes lit up, and his calves straightened up all of a sudden, like an excited little frog!
The old man in front of her was exactly the same as the one in her mind, the nobleman who could protect Fushantang.
Feng hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward to support him: "What's your name, old man? Sit down and rest for a while, I'll get you a bowl of water."
The old man raised his bright eyes, stared at her, waved his hands, and barely stopped coughing: "Thank you, my last name is Song, you can just call me Old Song."
Seeing Feng's kind expression, Old Song hesitated and held her again, whispering.
"Don't be busy, there's no rush to drink water, I want to ask you something!"
"Go ahead." Feng stopped.
Old Song's voice was weak, but also anxious: "I wonder if there are sudden weddings in your village, or have you seen strange young women brought to your village recently?"
Feng thought about it.
"Young women from outside? There are none, I wonder if you are looking for someone, or..."
Before she finished speaking, Old Song's illness seemed to worsen. He suddenly coughed violently, then covered his chest in pain, tilted his head back and fainted.
Seeing this, Xiao Nuobao was so anxious that his eyes were round, his little feet kicked, and he hurriedly grabbed Feng's sleeves.
"Mom, grandpa is sick, send him to Fushan Hall quickly, live in the last big house, and let Grandpa Wu treat him!"
Feng called her sons to help.
Regardless of whether the old man could afford the money or not, seeing that he was unconscious, Feng couldn't just ignore it.
Anyway, Fushantang was theirs, and even if the daughter didn't ask her to do it, she would still do this good deed.
After settling Old Song down, Doctor Wu saw that he could be of use again, so he rushed into the house with his medicine box, sat down and started taking his pulse.
But soon, Doctor Wu was so worried that he stroked his beard: "This, I have been practicing medicine for many years, why... I can't diagnose what's wrong with him, he has a fever all over his body, his lungs and heart are damaged, and blood stasis is blocking his lungs... It looks like a cold, but it's not that simple."
Hearing this, Xiao Nuobao tiptoed to look at the kang to see if he could help.
After taking a look, Xiao Nuobao was startled and his mouth opened wider than an egg.
Only then did she realize that there was a lot of stagnant air blocking the entrance of Old Song's lungs, which was caused by lung disease, and the symptoms were almost exactly the same as Xiao Lanyi's original symptoms!
It was that pulmonary emphysema again!
Xiao Nuobao rode on his second brother's neck, commanded him to go home quickly, found a prescription, and stuffed it into Doctor Wu's hand: "Grandpa Wu, quickly follow this prescription and prescribe medicine for Grandpa Song~"
Fortunately, when Xiao Lanyi left, she was too lazy to take everything with her, so she left some unimportant items, including this pulmonary emphysema prescription.
But why did Old Song get this disease?
This disease is only prevalent in the military and is rarely seen among the people.
Xiao Lanyi accidentally contracted the disease because she touched the body and blood of a dead person.
But what about Old Song?
Xiao Nuobao thought for a moment and did not see that Old Song had any contact with the soldiers. She rubbed her back anxiously, wondering if this pulmonary blood disease had already spread to the people.
After reading the prescription, Doctor Wu exclaimed that it was a wonderful prescription and was about to pick the medicine and boil it according to the prescription.
However, there were too many herbs needed and Doctor Wu did not have them all on hand, so Feng asked Jiang Fengnian to harness a donkey cart and go into the city to buy them.
Before leaving, Xiao Nuobao was worried about the source of Old Song's infection, so she reminded him: "Big Pot, remember to wear a mask, cover your mouth and nose, and don't get too close when talking to people."
The bloody sputum when coughing up blood due to pulmonary blood disease, as well as the bodies of the dead, are all contagious.
Fortunately, although Mr. Song was also infected, he had not yet coughed up blood, so he would not spread the disease to others.
Jiang Fengnian listened to his sister's words and did not dare to be careless. He went home and tore a piece of cloth to cover his mouth and nose, and acted cautiously.
After a lot of shopping, just a small bag of herbs cost more than thirty taels of silver.
When Jiang Fengnian brought the herbs back, Doctor Wu started a fire to boil them.
After more than an hour, the soup was boiling, and Old Song was fed two full bowls. Finally, the fever was not so severe, and his breathing became steady when he was sleeping.
"It works, this prescription is right, Nuobao really helped a lot!" Doctor Wu breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to continue boiling the medicine.
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