Chapter 49: Remember this in your little notebook

Zhulan watched her mother's actions eagerly. It was obvious that it was something hidden in the bottom of the box. When the red cloth was taken out, Zhulan couldn't tell what it was. "Mom, what did you take out?"

Sun carefully opened the red cloth. "This is the ginseng your father found when he was trapping pheasants in the mountains. There is one big and one small. I sold the big one to your elder and second brothers, and your father and I agreed to give you the small one. Don't underestimate it. It's only about 20 years old. This area is not deep in the mountains and old forests, so it's hard to find ginseng that's that old. I'm giving it to you to take back and use it to nourish your body."

Zhulan's eyes were sore. The tonic she prescribed contained ginseng roots, very small ginseng roots that were who knows how many years old. One dose of the medicine was very expensive, and this one root was at least twenty taels.

Ginseng was also cultivated in ancient times, with records of it dating back to the Jin Dynasty. However, ginseng is difficult to grow and is still a scarce commodity. Wild ginseng is more expensive.

Zhulan knew that these were all told by outsiders. Ginseng is used a lot in medicinal diet, so she knew more about it.

Zhulan pushed the red cloth back, "Mother, take the ginseng back. My daughter doesn't need ginseng to nourish her body. The tonic I'm taking now contains ginseng."

Then he talked about the tonic.

Sun didn't take the ginseng back. "Take the ginseng back and ask the doctor to add it to your prescription. You can also spend less money. Your family has two children who need education, so you have to listen to your mother."

Zhulan moved her lips. This was her mother's good intention, but she felt guilty. She was not her original self. The only thing she could do was to live well for her original self and change the Zhou family to be filial to their parents. "Thank you, mother."

Sun breathed a sigh of relief. As a mother, she couldn't see that her daughter was a little distant. She just felt even more distressed. She thought that her daughter was afraid that something bad might happen to her and was deliberately keeping her distance to make her less sad. It made her feel sad just thinking about it.

The Yang family had a rich lunch. Yang Xingwu was a meat-eater and had no shortage of meat. The whole table was filled with meat. Zhulan's belly was bulging with food. She tried to restrain herself from eating too much, but she couldn't resist her mother who thought she was not full, so she ate too much.

Walking back, the ox cart was loaded with a lot of stuff. Zhulan blushed and said to Zhou Shuren who was sobering up beside her: "Why do I feel like you are here to take advantage of me?"

Zhou Shuren's face did not turn red when he drank, but his eyes seemed to be able to speak, with a smile in his eyes, "The Yue family often sent gifts to our home."

Zhulan, "......."

This is a fact. The original person is the weakest in the family, and the weak children are favored. Even if they live a good life, the old people's impression of them will not change much. The original person has always been supported.

Zhulan felt that her image must be restored and saved. "The boss makes a lot of money. I'm counting on you."

Zhou Shuren nodded, "When I come back, I will make sure my parents-in-law believe that we have money."

Zhulan believed Zhou Shuren, her eyes sparkled, "Yes."

Xue Han saw her parents blushing when they looked at each other, and she covered her nephew's eyes with her hands, "Don't look at anything indecent, close your eyes quickly."

Zhou Mingyun was confused, "Aunt, why are you closing your eyes?"

Zhou Lao Da shouted with his neck stretched out and his shoulders trembled. He had just been so jealous of his parents that he felt like laughing now.

Zhou Shuren glanced at the lady, closed his eyes and felt tired, he was lonely in the modern world and knew what he longed for in his heart, he really liked the feeling of living a life of fireworks, and it was a rare chance for him to meet Zhulan, who had a tacit understanding with him. With a voice, the atmosphere that he had managed to create was gone. These eyesores, well, the little lady should learn arithmetic, the eldest grandson should learn to recite the Three Character Classic and practice it, and the eldest brother should also not be idle and should find something to do!

Except for Zhulan, the other three people on the ox cart inexplicably felt that the autumn wind had become cold again.

Zhulan really didn't think it was a big deal, because she and Zhou Shuren were tied to each other and they trusted each other the most. Looking at the lady making faces, Zhulan acted like she was the only one sober and kept smiling.

The ox cart swayed for an hour before it almost reached Zhoujia Village. Zhulan was almost falling asleep while holding her daughter and grandson in her arms when the ox cart suddenly stopped.

Zhou Shuren opened his eyes first, and Zhulan saw that he hadn't come home yet, "What happened to the boss?"

Zhou Laoda jumped off the ox cart and said, "Mom, this is Zhou Datie's eldest son. This child is so badly burned."

When Boss Zhou touched the child, he was startled and rolled all over with hot blood.

Zhulan thought about it carefully before she remembered who it was. Before Zhulan could speak, Xuehan couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Mom, save him."