"mother--"
Jin Fu opened the door and came in.
He was holding a medicated ointment in his hand.
"Okay, go and apply the medicine to your grandfather."
Yan Xia turned her head, glanced at Yan Hecheng, and then left the room.
After Jin Fu waited for her to leave, he went to the bedside, took off Yan Hecheng's shirt, opened the ointment box, and carefully applied it to him. His back, arms, and chest were covered with whip marks, new and old wounds intertwined, making him look somewhat frightening.
"hiss--"
The man's hands were much rougher than the woman's, and even though Jin Fu tried to be gentle, he still hurt Yan Hecheng.
He let out a low growl of pain.
Jin Fu could only blow on it while applying the ointment, trying to relieve his pain.
Actually, he didn't hate his maternal grandfather.
In the two years following his father's death, the Chen family's attitude towards them changed drastically. Before, they could at least have enough to eat, but after his father's death, they could only do the hardest work, eat the least food, and were often bullied by their cousin.
Grandparents don't care at all.
He was still young then. When he was chopping firewood on the hill, he was so tired and hungry that he collapsed and sat on the ground crying.
His maternal grandfather gave him two gray flour buns and told him to eat them quickly.
If you get hungry again, come find him at Aishan at noon.
Jin Fu didn't look for him because he heard his maternal grandmother scolding his maternal grandfather when he went down the mountain.
Calling him a fool for giving his lunch to someone else is pointless; he should have saved it for his own grandson. After all, grandsons and great-grandsons are still outsiders.
As a result, even when he was very hungry, he would always endure it, and would rather eat wild vegetables than take the food given to him by his grandfather.
Now, Mom says that Grandpa is going to live with them.
Compared to her younger siblings.
He was the one who accepted it the fastest.
However, he would think that if his maternal grandfather had been more assertive and hadn't let his maternal grandmother hog him, then his mother would have had the family to back her up, and the Chen family wouldn't have dared to mistreat them.
But there are no "what ifs".
He obeyed his mother's every command; he only listened to her.
After Jin Fu finished applying the medicine to Yan Hecheng, he helped him put his clothes back on.
I covered him with the blanket and then came out.
Soon, the night passed.
The shop was as busy as usual. After finishing her breakfast, Yan Xia went to Yan Hecheng's room.
I wanted to see if his fever had returned, and then wake him up.
As soon as I came in, I found him leaning against the bed with his eyes open.
"Xia'er..."
Yan Hecheng's lips were pale and dry to the point of peeling, his face was unshaven and he looked very haggard, but his eyes, though somewhat cloudy, were exceptionally bright.
He was looking at her with tears in his eyes.
"You're awake. Get dressed and eat. After you eat, take your medicine for today, and you should be fine."
Yan Xia said calmly.
"Xia'er, let's go back. You work hard to earn money and have so many children to support. I can't be a burden to you. Breakfast... let's skip breakfast. I'm not hungry. Oh, and I'll return the money for your medical treatment."
When Yan Hecheng spoke, his voice was hoarse, and you could tell that he had phlegm stuck in his throat and was still not fully recovered. He got out of bed and found a tattered cloth inside his outer garment. The cloth should have been white, but the clothes were too dirty, which stained the cloth with patches of yellow, white and black.
It's incredibly dirty.
But Yan He carefully opened the cloth bag as if it were a precious treasure.
One layer on the left, one layer on the right.
Until a small piece of silver appeared in the innermost layer.
"Xia'er, here you go. I don't know if it's enough. If it's not enough, I'll go back and clear the wasteland, sell the grain, and give it to you. Don't worry, I won't be a burden to you. I can never repay what I owe you in this lifetime."
Yan Hecheng picked up the only piece of silver and handed it to Yan Xia.
This hand is covered in calluses and wrinkles. The dry skin is as rough as tree bark and has countless cracks that draw blood. The dirt under the fingernails is like that of an aboriginal, stubbornly hidden in the crevices, impossible to wash clean.
Compared to the last time we met, Yan Hecheng had lost so much weight that he was practically unrecognizable.
He stood humbly in front of Yan Xia.
Yan Xia felt inexplicably uneasy.
"Take it back. From now on, stay here and don't go back to the village. It's not good to always live in a dilapidated temple. I don't lack money now, and you won't be a burden to me. Xiaohe is due to give birth soon, and the family is very busy. I also bought a house in town. Having an old man living there can keep the house in check and keep those servants in check. Also, I don't hate you. Just lie down and rest. I can tell you're still not well. Don't go out, or you'll catch a cold and have your fever come back. I'll go and call Xiaoji to bring you breakfast."
Yan Xia didn't like this scene. After she finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to escape.
"Xia'er, have you forgiven your father?"
Just as she reached the door, Yan Hecheng's aged voice came from behind her, and she stopped in her tracks.
"Okay, stay."
Yan Xia spoke calmly.
"good--"
Upon hearing his response, Yan Xia closed the door.
He went to the kitchen and asked Xiao Ji to bring him a bowl of white porridge and an egg, remembering that he hadn't washed up yet.
Then he asked Baomei to fetch a basin of water and bring it in.
There weren't any extra toothbrushes at home, so he could only rinse his mouth briefly and make do.
In ancient times, life expectancy was short. Yan Hecheng was already old and seriously ill, so he would need at least one or two months to recover.
"Xiao Ji, I'm going back to the village today. Remember to take care of my dad. Make him some chicken soup for lunch to help him recover. Don't make it too oily, so his body can't handle it and he gets diarrhea. Skim off the layer of fat on top of the soup before giving it to him. I'll be back tomorrow morning."
"Okay, Auntie."
After Yan Xia finished speaking, she left with Jin Yu.
Today she is going back to Baihua Village to see the last batch of roses.
The rose jam we made at home hasn't been delivered to town yet.
Bring it over tomorrow.
As for Jinyu, she had more important things to entrust to him.
"A thousand acres? And they have to be close together, Sister Xia, I'm afraid that will be very difficult to find."
Jin Yu came from a wealthy family and knew more about these things than she did.
"It doesn't have to be right next to each other, just nearby is fine. I'll leave this to you. By the way, there's a brokerage firm in Shuangqiao Town. I know the broker there. I'll take you there later. Go find him and ask if he has any large tracts of land for sale. If not, you can look in the villages outside the town. If you find a large, good plot of land, you can buy it at a high price! There's no rush. Just get it done before the beginning of June. Also, I have two houses in town. Help me furnish them with nice things. They have to be expensive and elegant!"
Yan Xia felt like she was about to explode with work, and there were some things she couldn't let the servants do.
Although they are honest, law-abiding, and obedient, they have never seen much of the world.
Even if they know how to read, they don't know many characters.
If you get scammed, you're doomed. Unlike Jinyu, who is knowledgeable, comes from a good family, and whose taste is good just by looking at his clothing style, and who has been to brothels, a place that preys on people, he is wary of others.
Yan Xia trusted him completely.
He took out a 300-tael silver note from the last few hundred taels of silver in his possession and handed it to him.
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