Cui Fangzheng called Wang Xiu'e and walked quickly towards Xiao Yunfei's house.
At this moment, Zhang Xing was sitting in the yard making soup.
In front of me stood a row of small clay pots, steam rising from them.
The yard was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine, which made people frown.
When Cui Fangzheng walked to the door, he turned and said to Wang Xiu'e.
"Stand here and wait. Don't go in and upset anyone."
"Okay, I'll just stand here and wait for you. I won't go anywhere."
Wang Xiu'e said this with a flattering look on her face.
Cui Fangzheng glanced at her and walked into the yard.
At this time, Wang Xiu'e called him, but hesitated to speak.
"Village head."
"What happened again?"
"Village head, my husband's life depends on you. As long as you help my family get through this difficult time, I will work like a slave to repay you. You can repay me in any way you want."
He understood the implication in Wang Xiu'e's words.
He didn't have any extra thoughts, and he just felt sad to see a woman in such a situation.
A woman who is penniless and even has her freedom restricted is afraid of losing her husband who she can rely on, but she has nothing to offer.
Only that body is left with hope of being exchanged for something.
But whether it can really be exchanged for something, and whether others are willing to accept it, are not things she can decide.
Now she has reached a situation where she can't grasp anything.
Cui Fangzheng paused, sighed, and then strode into the yard.
When he saw Zhang Xing, he immediately smiled.
"Brother Zhang Xing, are you making the medicine? Why are you making so much?"
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