A pill of too high a grade would be eye-catching, and this Qi and Blood Pill, which had reached the Five-Pattern Grade or above, was a vital energy replenisher for a cultivator. If seriously injured, just one pill would quickly heal half of the damage.
That's why she said that the second-grade Qi and Blood Pill was just right for Zi Shufen.
"Can I give one to Lin Niang? She just gave birth." Zi Shufen looked at her daughter who gave her so many pills at once. She had enough energy to help Lin Niang.
The two of them were sisters who had experienced giving birth together, and the encouragement Lin Niang gave her at that time was also very important.
"Sure. One pill is enough for her. Too much will cause a nosebleed. Mom, give the leftovers to Dad. If Dad gets injured, this pill can help him recover quickly." Sang Jin spoke truthfully. Other people's second-grade Qi and Blood Pills might not be as effective, but that didn't mean hers didn't.
It's just not as effective as the fifth-grade medicine, but it's also a good medicine for healing.
"So it's so precious. Even immortal cultivators can use it. Then I won't give it to you. Ask your brother to help me send five eggs to her. It's a token of my appreciation. When I gave birth to your little brother, it was thanks to her constant encouragement." Zi Shufen ate and fell asleep after giving birth. She didn't go to visit Lin Niang.
The midwife said that Lin Niang had a difficult labor and gave birth to the little girl in the middle of the night. She went through a lot of hardship.
"Okay." It seems her mother is not a kind person. She thought of saving this good thing for her family first. Although it was a bit selfish, she seemed to like her mother a little bit.
On the other side, Old Lady Zhuang gave up her carriage seat to Sang Shui and Zhou Qixing, her eldest grandson whom she had never met.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hurt you like that." Sang Shui said apologetically.
"What does this have to do with my mother? I'm sorry. I let you ride in the carriage for the sake of my eldest grandson. It has nothing to do with you." Old Mrs. Zhuang is such a person, she is not forgiving with her words.
"When I get better, I will give my place back to mom. Zihao has been very good to me over the years. We live a peaceful and happy life. I just miss mom and dad a little." Sang Shui spoke out his true feelings first.
Old Lady Zhuang's heart ached. This child still missed her. She might think she was useless because she was a girl. But it wasn't that she didn't like her. They were all just a piece of flesh that fell from her body. What mother wouldn't want her own daughter?
Old Mrs. Zhuang pursed her lips but didn't say anything.
"Mom, are we going to Mu Nan Mansion this time? Can I build a house next to yours then?" Sang Shui tried to find a topic. She carefully raised her head and glanced at Old Lady Zhuang secretly.
"You can build your house next to whoever you want. I have no right to control you." Old Mrs. Zhuang said something ambiguous. Back then, this little girl insisted on marrying him without asking for a gift. She also refused to give her a dowry.
Looking back on the past three years, she began to blame herself for being so cruel. Life must have been tough for that child in Zhouda Village. The old scholar wasn't an excellent student, and he didn't receive any subsidies from the court. The only thing they could say was that the land they cultivated was tax-free.
"Mother, do you agree that I can sit next to you?" Sang Shui knew that her mother's words meant she was no longer angry with her. Her mother would rather walk than let her ride in a carriage.
"Here are two taels of silver, keep it. It was originally intended to be your dowry. But you haven't been home for so many years..." Old Mrs. Zhuang started the topic and talked non-stop.
After the example of Sang Jin, Mrs. Zhuang felt that her daughters were all good people. When Sang Shui took the initiative to apologize to her, she felt relieved.
The rested team began to move forward again. Sang Jin and Sang Yu still had the energy to walk, so they didn't let Sang Mu push them on the cart.
Sang Jin's little brother was named Sang Wang. Because he was born while fleeing famine, Sang Mu hoped this child would bring prosperity to the Sang family.
Little Sangwang spent most of the day sleeping, and at night he would wake up and fall back asleep. This cycle repeated itself, leaving Zi Shufen with a restless sleep. She would only sleep for a short while when Sangwang fell asleep during the day.
Old Mrs. Zhuang would help wash the baby's diapers. This was all thanks to Sang Jin, who had bought the cloth in Yansha City by the bolt. Old Mrs. Zhuang didn't care about the pain and simply cut it into pieces with scissors to make diapers.
She wanted to use old clothes, but her little girl said her old clothes were made of coarse cloth, and Sangwang was so small and his skin was so delicate, so she just gave her a piece of gray cotton cloth.
She suddenly felt that what Xiao Sang Jin said made sense. Her master had taught her very well over the years.
"Grandma, this is one hundred taels of silver." After Zi Shufen's birth, Sang Jin's opinion of Old Lady Zhuang changed a lot. One hundred taels of silver was just a drop in the bucket for her.
Her grandmother has to take care of the family's livelihood, so it's better to leave some money in her pocket. In case she's not around, the family won't have money to buy anything.
"Give me so much? You won't give me all the property your master gave you. That won't do. I'm not at the point where I'd like to spend a child's money." Old Mrs. Zhuang declined.
But don’t you also use the things I buy? Food, clothes, and daily necessities? I’ve never seen you not eat, wear clothes, or ride in a carriage. Sang Jin muttered to herself.
"Grandma, please accept it. I also gave Dad some spirit stones, skills and pills. Please let all the children in the family practice. The sooner the better." Sang Jin said.
Old Mrs. Zhuang also wanted all the children in the Sang family to practice cultivation, but except for the eldest son Sang Mu, no one else practiced cultivation, and their Sang family did not have the resources.
Sang Jin hoped that the Sang family could cultivate together so that they could accompany her longer. If they truly lacked talent, that was fine. She could easily refine more longevity pills with the herbs in her secret realm. It would just be a bit of a waste of herbs.
Sang Jin didn't know that the medicinal herbs in her secret realm were common to her master and herself. However, for the Southern Wilderness Continent, her pills were a hot commodity that cultivators would scramble for.
"Okay. I'll keep it. I won't waste the milk." Old Mrs. Zhuang also understood.
Spirit stones. Little Sang Jin said she still had some, and one low-grade spirit stone could be exchanged for one thousand taels of silver. This one hundred taels of silver was really not worth much.
Their Sang family was about to rise. She wanted to discuss this matter with the old man and first let Sang Ling, Sang You, and Sang Yu practice.
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