Wen Sihe took the opportunity to speak up: "We have a clay pot at home. You have to bring Tiezhu to play with Tuantuan and Yuanyuan every day anyway, so why don't you just boil the medicine at our house?"
Qiao Qianqian hesitated: "Will that be too much trouble for you?"
"What's the big deal? Aunt Yan usually uses this clay pot to make medicine. Otherwise, she would have given it to your family."
Wen Sihe thought that this would make it convenient for them to add some things in.
After thinking it over, Qiao Qianqian finally agreed and reached into her pocket.
He took out 20 yuan from the small cloth bag and handed it to Ningxia: "I don't know if it's enough, you take this money first, if it's not enough, ask Dayong to send it over later."
Ningxia stopped her and smiled softly, "These herbs are from He He's family, I just spent some time to check the disease.
I won’t accept the money. Usually, we live far away from each other, and if He He and his friends encounter any problems, they will have to rely on you neighbors for help.”
Qiao Qianqian said quickly: "Xiao Wen, the educated youth, has helped us a lot. We are all neighbors in the village. If something really happens, we will definitely not stand idly by.
Don't worry, we will keep things simple and we will still collect the money we owe."
Wen Sihe knew Qiao Qianqian’s personality well, so she reached out and took the money: “I’ll take it on behalf of my sister-in-law.
You guys are going to visit relatives tomorrow, right? I'll make the medicine early, and you can just come and drink it after dinner."
Qiao Qianqian looked at the children laughing and playing in the yard, and the sadness between her brows finally dissipated a little.
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