He hoped day and night that the Yu family would produce a high-ranking official to bring honor to the family. Among the descendants of the Yu family, only Yu Qizhe was that material. He had once won the title of Little Three Emperors, which made Yu Ruhai unwilling to give up easily.
Yu Jiao naturally wanted to help Yu Qizhe recover, as a way of repaying his kindness in saving her earlier.
"You can only know after you feel my pulse."
As soon as Yu Jiao finished speaking, Yu Ruhai shouted out with full energy, "Fifth brother, fifth brother!"
After several calls, Yu Qizhe came to the main hall, and Yu Ruhai said, "Let Meng girl take your pulse."
The old lady in the house heard the noise and came out from the inner room.
Yu Qizhe glanced at Meng Yujiao, sat down on the stool, and stretched out his thin, white wrist.
Yu Jiao placed her fingers on his wrist. There was no movement for a long time. Yu Ruhai did not dare to breathe and asked softly, "Meng girl, how is it? Is there any way to remedy this?"
At this time, Zhao from the third wife and Zhang from the first wife also came to the main hall. Seeing Yu Jiao checking Yu Qizhe's pulse, all their eyes were focused on her.
Yu Jiao frowned slightly, withdrew her hand, and met Yu Qizhe's clear gaze. She smiled slightly, "Although the pulse is weak, it is not incurable. Let me wait a few days to think about the prescription."
After hearing this, there was no obvious change in Yu Qizhe's expression. He stood up, greeted Yu Ruhai, and went back to his room to read.
Yu Ruhai couldn't hide his excitement, and chased after Yu Jiao, "Meng girl, you have to think about the prescription carefully. If you need any herbs, just take them from the pharmacy. If there are none, we can go to the city's pharmacy to buy them."
After Yu Qizhe left, the smile on Yu Jiao's face faded. She narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the expressions of everyone in the room, and said slowly, "Fifth brother's body is already dying, I don't have any prescription to treat it."
After hearing this, Yu Ruhai felt as if he had been hit hard. His old face, which was already full of wrinkles, looked even more haggard. He stroked his beard dryly and helplessly, his lips moving slightly, but he didn't know what to say.
Yu Zhou's eyelids were slightly drooped, and her face showed no sadness or joy. The eldest wife, Zhang, sighed, got up and went outside to continue weaving the grain baskets.
Mrs. Zhao from the third house continued to mend the soles of shoes with her head down as if nothing had happened. Yu Jiao took in everyone's expressions and a hint of deep thought flashed across her eyes.
The courtyard door creaked open, and Song came back with the washed clothes on her back. Yu Jiao stood up and walked out of the main room.
She reached out and took the basket on Song's back and helped her hang the clothes to dry.
Seeing that there was no one at home, Mrs. Song asked, "Has the patient left?"
Yu Jiao nodded without saying anything more, and together with Song Shi, they hung the washed bedding on the bamboo rack in the yard to dry.
There were voices coming from outside the courtyard gate, and soon, the eldest son of the first wife, Yu Zhixing, and his wife came into the courtyard holding their child.
The two of them saw Yu Jiao hanging clothes to dry at a glance and were a little surprised. After Meng Yujiao caused such a scandal, the young generations were sent away by the Yu family. Yu Fuling went to her maternal grandparents' home, and Yu Zhixing took his wife Wang Mengyan back to her parents' home.
Yu Qiaoshan, who was doing carpentry work in the yard, raised his eyes and asked, "Are you back?"
Wang Mengyan walked up to Yu Qiaoshan holding the child, looked at the small wooden bed that was gradually taking shape, and said, "Dad's craftsmanship is getting better and better. Our little Jiegeng will have his own bed soon."
The little girl in Wang Mengyan's arms called out to Yu Qiaoshan sweetly, "Grandpa, hug me."
Yu Qiaoshan wiped his hands quickly, took the little girl and held her in his arms. Yu Zhixing went straight back to the main room carrying a cloth bag. Zhang put down the rattan stick in her hand and followed him back to the west room.
"My mother-in-law gave some brown sugar and fifty duck eggs to Mengyan and the little girl to nourish their bodies." Yu Zhixing gently placed the cloth bag on the ground.
Zhang took out the brown sugar and duck eggs, and said with a happy look on her face, "My mother-in-law has always been generous to us, but she didn't share the pot. We can't hide these duck eggs. If they are seen by your grandmother, it will be a crime of great unfilial piety."
Zhang counted out fifteen duck eggs and planned to take them out of the public nest, and hid the rest.
Wang Mengyan also entered the house carrying the child and asked curiously, "Mom, why is Meng Yujiao still at home?"
Zhang glanced outside and lowered her voice, "The girl from the Meng family is a capable one. Your master values her medical skills, so he is reluctant to send her away. She is making a fuss!"
Wang Mengyan teased the child in her arms and asked in surprise, "Meng Yujiao knows medicine? If she continues to stay in our house, will Third Aunt and Grandma not make a fuss?"
Zhang sneered, "Why didn't they make a fuss? But that little girl has great medical skills. When Zhou Huai from our village was carried into the house, he was almost dead, but she saved him! Today, the head of Zhang Village brought his son who was suffering from epilepsy to see a doctor, and it was she who prescribed the medicine. If the son is really cured, your grandfather will not be willing to drive them away even if the third brother and your grandmother make a fuss again!"
Wang Mengyan and Yu Zhixing couldn't help but smack their lips, still a little unbelieving, "Meng Yujiao's medical skills are so amazing? How come I've never heard of it before?"
"Who knows! Anyway, let's not get involved in anything." Zhang warned.
Zhang took the duck eggs to report to Yu Zhou. Yu Zhou was naturally very happy that she could bring things back from her mother's home, and she praised Wang Mengyan's family.
In the yard, after Yu Jiao helped Song hang up the clothes, she walked to Yu Qiaoshan and stood quietly by the side, watching him plane the small wooden bed and do some finishing work.
"Uncle, can you help me make something?" Yu Jiao asked when she saw Yu Qiaoshan's skilled craftsmanship.
Yu Qiaoshan glanced at Yu Jiao. He actually didn't know how to get along with Yu Jiao. He was silent for a moment before asking, "What are you going to make?"
"I'll draw a picture and you can see if you can make it according to the example." Yu Jiao picked up a small branch from the ground, sharpened it with Yu Qiaoshan's knife, and returned to the east room.
She knocked on Yu Qizhe's door and waited for a while. Yu Qizhe opened the door from the inside. Seeing that it was Yu Jiao, he said calmly, "What's the matter?"
"Let me lend you some paper and ink." Yu Jiao said.
Yu Qizhe stepped aside and Yu Jiao entered Yu Qizhe's room. The furnishings in the room were also very simple, but the bookshelves were full of books and the desk was also piled with books.
Yu Jiao glanced at the insights Yu Qizhe had written on the book. The handwriting was beautiful. Although Yu Jiao could not understand the meaning, she thought that Yu Qizhe was really talented in reading.
Yu Jiao took a piece of white paper, dipped a sharpened branch in ink, and started drawing on the paper.
Yu Qizhe stood quietly aside. He was still a little curious about Yu Jiao's use of tree branches to paint. After a while, Yu Jiao's painting gradually took shape and it could be seen that it was in the shape of a leg.
Yu Qizhe raised his eyes to look at her profile and asked, "What is this?"
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