Old Mrs. Zhou had just come back from the brink of death. She patted her chest with lingering fear and said, "Amitabha, Amitabha, thank you, Bodhisattva."
Su·Female Bodhisattva·Man???
Fortunately, after thanking the heavens and the Buddha in turn, Mrs. Zhou finally turned her attention to Su Man. "Whose girl are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?"
"Grandma Zhou, I'm the daughter-in-law of the Li Pozi family. You can just call me Xiaoman."
"Li Pozi..."
Grandma Zhou thought for a moment and asked, "Are you Li Zhuang's wife?"
She looked at Su Man and said, "Yes, I attended your wedding two months ago."
Su Man smiled and let her look at her, looking harmless. "Grandma Zhou has a good memory. It's me."
"Oh, what good is a good memory? I'm almost up to my neck in the dirt."
At this point, Grandma Zhou recalled the thrilling moment just now, and took Su Man's hand and said, "It's all thanks to you, girl. Otherwise, the yellow earth would have covered my head by now."
Su Man thought to herself, "Yes, if it weren't for me, everyone in the village would have to have a feast now." But she couldn't say that, lest Old Lady Zhou not choke to death on the jujube pit, but get pissed off to death instead.
Su Man smiled and said, "You are a lucky person, I just happened to pass by."
"Yes, if you hadn't stopped by, it would have been your turn to eat at my table."
Su Man: “…”
Fortunately, Mrs. Zhou didn't dwell on the feast for too long. She looked at Su Man with her yellow eyes and asked, "Are you here to see a doctor?"
Su Man's eyes flickered slightly, "Yes, I haven't had any children since I got married, and I want to have one."
"Oh, reach out."
Su Man rolled up her sleeves, extended her wrist, and stared at Old Mrs. Zhou intently.
Although Li Fuan praised Old Lady Zhou's medical skills as miraculous, Su Man still felt that he was exaggerating a bit. She wanted to test him, so she made up an excuse to find out more about Old Lady Zhou.
Although she said she was going to see a doctor, Old Lady Zhou didn't even have a pulse pillow. She rolled up her headscarf and placed it under Su Man's wrist.
After about a minute or two, Mrs. Zhou withdrew her hand and asked, "You want a child?"
"Yes." Su Man pretended to be shy.
"Then you can pack up the medicine drying outside the door and take it away later."
"Uh, how do I take it?"
"It's not for you to eat."
Old Mrs. Zhou shook off her headscarf and tied it around her neck again.
Su Man raised her eyebrows. "If it's not for me, then who is it for?"
"It's for your father to eat."
Old Madam Zhou picked up a jujube from the ground, rubbed it on her skirt, put it in her mouth, chewed it and said, "Your husband can't do it. Your pulse is like that of a young girl. How can you give birth?"
Su Man's eyebrows moved slightly. Could it be that this old lady Zhou really has something special?
If that's the case, what if she diagnoses tomorrow that Chen Susu isn't pregnant with a boy...
Old Mrs. Zhou didn't know what Su Man was thinking. Seeing her bad face, she thought Su Man was embarrassed and comforted her, "Oh, it's not your fault that the old man can't do it. These are aphrodisiacs. Go back and give them to him. I guarantee he will be full of energy."
For some reason, Suman did not refuse, but put the medicine into the basket. When she lifted the covering, the buns inside fell out.
At the same time, she heard the sound of Old Mrs. Zhou swallowing.
Old Mrs. Zhou lives alone and doesn’t usually cook anything complicated, let alone making dumplings.
Seeing that Mrs. Zhou was staring at her buns intently, Su Man took them out and said, "It's almost noon. You haven't eaten yet, right? Have something to eat?"
"How can this be so embarrassing."
Although she was polite, Mrs. Zhou couldn't hold back any longer and started making one by picking it up.
While she was eating the buns, Su Man looked around the furnishings in the house.
Old Mrs. Zhou's husband and son passed away early, leaving her alone at home, and there weren't many things in the house.
The only thing that caught her attention was the plastic barrel of wine on the table. Su Man saw this barrel every day when she was in Lipozi. She recognized it as the wine sold by Widow Zhou and pointed at it and asked, "Grandma Zhou, do you like to drink too?"
Mrs. Zhou swallowed the bun and nodded. "I'm an old lady. If I don't drink some wine, I really have no hope in life."
At this point, she sighed, "I hate my daughter-in-law. Ever since my son died, she took her grandson away. She acts like she doesn't know me. I wanted to go to her place to buy some wine, but she refused. I've been drinking this for half a year."
Seeing that the plastic barrel has turned yellow, you can tell that Mrs. Zhou’s wine has been stored for a long time.
Su Man's eyes moved slightly, and she suddenly smiled. "If I had known you liked to drink, I would have brought you some. I opened the bottle of wine I brewed yesterday, and it was so fragrant."
"real?"
Mrs. Zhou stuffed the bun into her mouth in two or three bites. "You can also make wine?"
"Yes, I'll get you some to try tomorrow."
"Oh, how can this be good?"
Mrs. Zhou rubbed her hands and asked, "When will you come tomorrow?"
"tomorrow..."
Su Man asked suddenly, "By the way, aren't you going to Li Laosan's house tomorrow? When are you going there?"
"Oh yes, I had forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it. Li Laosan's wife asked me to go and see tomorrow afternoon whether her daughter-in-law is pregnant with a boy or a girl. So tomorrow morning..."
"well."
Su Man interrupted Mrs. Zhou and sighed deeply, "I get worried when I talk about this."
Mrs. Zhou was puzzled. "Why are you worried about her pregnancy?"
"You don't know, my Third Aunt wanted a boy. Her daughter-in-law, Chen Susu, was worried day and night, fearing that she might be pregnant with a girl and that she would be forced to abort the baby."
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