Chapter 91: The Dental Clinic

"The child is gone, so don't be sad. Wait another two years and see. If Sanhe still can't get pregnant, let your husband divorce her and marry someone else who can give birth."

Sun Tiesuo saw Zhou Xiufen sighing and misunderstood what she meant.

I thought Jiang Sanhe's child was not saved.

"Pooh, pooh, pooh! Don't talk nonsense. Our grandson is doing fine. I'm just worried about money. The doctor said that our daughter-in-law has to take pregnancy-preserving medicine until the day of delivery. I went to the hospital today and spent two taels of silver! Alas, we only have two and a half taels left. How can it be enough?

It's not raining, and we're still planting brown rice this year. I'm afraid we won't be able to save any money. We'll just be thankful if we can have enough to eat. Old man, what do you think we should do?"

Zhou Xiufen looked at Sun Tiesuo with a sad face.

"What else can we do? Money is not as important as a grandson. Let her drink first. My husband and I will think of a way to find some odd jobs in town to supplement the family income. If that is not possible, we will sell the land to allow Sanhe to give birth to our grandson safely!

After a few years, when the situation improves, we can plant rice and slowly save money. Besides, we have three granddaughters. Zhaodi is already eight years old. If we raise her for another six or seven years, she can be married off and exchanged for a dowry. It's okay, don't worry. Hurry up and cook the medicine and bring it in for Sanhe to drink. Grandchildren are the most important..."

The couple's voices.

The three sisters who had just returned home in the yard heard everything.

The eldest, Sun Zhaodi, carried a bamboo basket on her back, which was filled with wild vegetables.

The second child, Sun Laidi, also carried a bamboo basket filled with grass seeds for the chickens.

Even the three-year-old Sun Simei's hands were covered in mud.

It’s obvious at first glance that she’s helping her sister with the work.

She blinked her eyes, seemingly not understanding why her two sisters were standing motionless in the yard.

But she didn't ask and just stood there silently with her two sisters.

"Let's go feed the chickens."

After two or three minutes, Sun Zhaodi, with a lost tone, took her sisters to the backyard.

"Husband, I spent so much money today, will my mother scold me?"

In the bedroom, Jiang Sanhe held Sun Fu's hand with an uneasy look.

whispered.

"Don't overthink it. You're pregnant now, so you should lie down well. Mom won't blame you. As long as you give me a son, you will be a great contributor to our family. Money is nothing. You should lie down. I'll go to the kitchen to see if the medicine is ready. After you drink the medicine to stabilize the pregnancy, you can take a nap. Be good."

It’s been three years. Three whole years.

The last time her husband was so gentle to her was when she was pregnant with her third daughter.

Jiang Sanhe couldn't help but shed tears.

But the corners of her mouth were raised high.

"Why are you crying, silly daughter-in-law? Don't worry, as long as you give me a son, you will be the one who has the final say in the family except for me. I promise that I will not torture you again."

Sun Fu chuckled, wiped the tears from Jiang Sanhe's eyes, and left the room.

But Jiang Sanhe's face changed drastically when she was lying on the bed.

What does it mean?

It turns out that her husband has always known that her mother-in-law has been torturing her?

So he saw it all but never spoke up for her?

No wonder, even though the incident was so serious and her family came to seek justice for her, her husband acted as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, Jiang Sanhe felt mixed emotions.

One night passed.

The sky was still dark blue.

Jiang Fubao was already held in his aunt's arms and was heading towards the city.

Grandma followed beside uncle.

Quick steps.

During dinner last night, Jiang Fubao insisted on going to the town with grandma.

The family has always been accustomed to her.

Naturally I agreed.

The figures of the four people gradually moved away on the narrow path.

Jiang Dahe carried a bamboo basket on his back and Zhang Jinlan carried a bamboo basket filled with eggs.

Jiang Fubao put it in the chicken coop last night.

Together with the leftovers, we took them all to the town to sell.

"Grandma, when we sell the eggs, should we go to the shop first or to my second brother first?"

Jiang Fubao hugged his aunt's neck.

He lowered his head and asked grandma.

"First, check on the shop. After you sell the eggs, go back and then go to the school to find your second brother after lunch. What do you want to eat for lunch, Fubao?"

Zhang Jinlan was carrying a heavy bamboo basket, but she walked quite fast.

She speaks smoothly.

Doesn't seem tired at all.

"Hmm... I want to eat wontons, grandma. Last time I went to town, I saw people selling wontons. What are wontons? Are they delicious?"

The original owner had never been to the town, and naturally had never eaten wontons.

As soon as she said what she wanted to eat, Jiang Fubao reacted and tried to make up for what she had said.

Fortunately, the response was quick enough.

Zhang Jinlan had no doubts.

"Grandma also ate it many years ago. It's okay. Since Fubao wants to eat it, let's go eat wontons at noon. Your uncle and aunt have big appetites, so they can each eat a bowl. Grandma has a small appetite, so she can share a bowl with Fubao, okay?"

Zhang Jinlan raised her head and smiled at her granddaughter.

"good--"

"Mom, I don't like wontons. Just buy me a coarse flour steamed bun for lunch."

Jiang Fubao's voice was uttered together with Jiang Dahe's.

"Okay, we have enough money for a bowl of wontons. Let's eat wontons for lunch. Let's go quickly and go to town early to sell the eggs. We still have to go to the shop."

After Zhang Jinlan finished speaking, she quickened her pace.

She knew it all in her heart.

My eldest son is used to a hard life.

Reluctant to spend money.

Who doesn't like meat wontons but instead likes to eat coarse flour steamed buns that scratch the throat? Unless that person is a big fool.

When the sun climbs to the top of the tree.

The four of them just arrived at the city gate.

After queuing up to enter the city, they went straight to Caishi Street to set up their stalls.

Because of the old customers.

In less than two quarters of an hour, all the eggs were sold out.

Zhang Jinlan put away the money, took her granddaughter's hand, and walked towards Wanlu Street.

Jiang Dahe carried a bamboo basket on his back, and Zhu Yingqiu followed behind with an empty bamboo basket.

Wanlu Street used to be a place for renting horse-drawn carriages and ox-drawn carts. It gradually developed and there were many inns and stalls selling livestock. People who recruited casual workers also came here.

The last time Zhang Jinlan carried a corpse, she went to a coffin shop on Wanlu Street. It was a mixed bag of people and could be considered a slum in the city. There were also pawnbrokers here.

The four of them stopped at the gate of Baicai Dental Clinic.

"Hey, welcome to our party. Do you want to buy or sell?"

Except for Jiang Fubao who was wearing new clothes, Zhang Jinlan and Jiang Dahao and his wife were both wearing linen clothes with more than ten patches on them.

Even though they were wearing shabby clothes, in the eyes of the Kongya people, they were important customers.

Maybe he is here to sell the houses or land in the village.

Therefore, the attitude of the Kongya people is extremely good.

He welcomed the four members of the Jiang family in.

"I want to rent a shop, preferably one with a yard. The shop doesn't need to be too big, just enough to put three or four tables."

Zhang Jinlan has decided to sell mung bean soup.

This stuff is drunk quickly, so there is no need to set up so many tables.