Chapter 54: A Good and Obedient Daughter-in-Law

The doctor's mouth twitched. He had a very deep impression of this peasant woman. He never expected that people could be so deceitful!

Zhulan saw that it was a doctor she knew. Everyone has a subconscious mind. The doctor cured Zhou Shuren and prescribed a prescription to regulate her body. Zhulan trusted the doctor's medical skills very much and was very polite and enthusiastic. "Second Brother, it's you who was invited. You've worked hard on the way here. Please come in."

The doctor stroked his beard and nodded, then slowly walked into the main room.

Zhulan did not follow in. When she saw Zhao, who was crying, following behind Li, her scalp tingled and she turned around and went to the granary.

Zhao forgot to wipe her tears, "Mom"

Woohoo! Mother still doesn't like her. She clearly saw her, but turned around and left quickly. She must have taken the five cents with her!

Li looked at her brother and sister-in-law in silence, they were so tearful. She automatically thought about her mother's behavior and explained it to herself as the daughter-in-law who understood her mother best, "My mother is embarrassed."

Zhao was a little unconvinced, "Really?"

Li nodded heavily, "Really, so my sister-in-law should go back to the room and continue making clothes. I know how grateful you are."

Zhao felt that her sister-in-law's words were somewhat credible. She had misjudged her sister-in-law before. She was not a fool who was forced to do things. She was a wise woman who pretended to be stupid. "Then I will go back."

Li waved his hand, "Go back."

Go away and stop competing with her for your mother.

Zhulan heard this conversation when she came out to get the night's food. She was so tired, but life had to go on as usual. Zhulan waited for Zhao to go back to the room before she came out with the food.

Li took it quickly and asked when she saw Xiaomi, "Mom, do you want to make millet porridge tonight?"

Zhulan planned the dishes in her mind, "Well, the staple food is millet porridge and cornmeal cakes mixed with white flour, stew half of the hen in chicken soup and the other half in mushrooms, and make some scrambled eggs with chili peppers."

It's not easy to be the head of the household. You have to consider the whole family when cooking. The third son and the eldest son both like spicy food. If they don't cook spicy dishes, they will wash the peppers themselves and eat them with the food. The original person didn't know how to balance it, but she balanced it when she came. Don't underestimate food, only the details are heartwarming. In just a few days, the third son Chang Lian stopped calculating everything and became much calmer.

Li wrote down everything. Zhulan took out a clay pot and boiled the tonic first. She waited for the second son to send the doctor back to the county town with the other pot and took out the prescribed medicine.

Li boiled water and asked, "Mom, I just went out and saw the second son sending the doctor away. Is Dad feeling unwell?"

Zhulan then remembered that Li was not at home and didn't know what happened. She thought Zhao had told her about it. Thinking of Zhao's talkative nature and discovering one of Zhao's advantages, Zhulan did not hide the matter of the big money.

Li wanted to say that sending the large sum of money away quickly was a big trouble, but she closed her mouth tightly. She wanted to be a good daughter-in-law who obeyed her mother-in-law, so she didn't ask any more questions.

Zhulan motioned for Li to look at the pottery jar, and returned to the main room to ask Zhou Shuren, "What did the doctor say?"

Zhou Shuren was very thankful. "Typhoid fever is nothing. My health problem is more serious. Fortunately, I laid a solid foundation when I was young. It's not too late. I have to take good care of myself in the future. If I can't recover in a few years, I won't be able to do manual labor in the future. Otherwise, my life span will be affected."

The doctor's original words were, "It's a blessing that the disease was discovered early. If the child had continued to suffer like this for a few more years, he wouldn't have lived past 30."

Zhulan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky that Zhou Datie was kind to his eldest son when he didn't have a second son, otherwise Daqian would have died young. She reached out and touched Daqian's dry hair with sympathy, "Then take good care of him."

Daqian lay there not daring to move, his hands tightly grasping the quilt. It was the first time in many years that someone touched his hair gently. His eyes turned red, but he could not say thank you because he had nothing and his thanks were worthless.