Suddenly, someone knocked on the gate.
"...Qin Zhao, ahem, are you there?"
During the summer and autumn, many people in the village fell ill. Ever since they learned that Qin Zhao had some medical skills, the villagers always went to him for medical treatment and prescriptions, as it was easier than going to Huaixia Village.
Qin Zhao got up and opened the door, and sure enough, it turned out to be a villager from Linxi Village.
As soon as Qin Zhao saw his intention from his complexion, he led him in.
"It's a cold." Inside the house, Qin Zhao released the villager's wrist and said gently, "I'll prescribe two decoctions for you. Take them twice a day when you get home. Your family should also drink them."
The villager said in a low voice: "Is this disease contagious?"
"Yes, summer and autumn are the times when people are most likely to catch a cold, so we must take precautions in advance," Qin Zhao explained.
"Then I have to be careful. My son is only two years old. I don't want him to get infected too."
Qin Zhao thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll prescribe you another medicine suitable for young children."
"Thank you, thank you." The villagers thanked him repeatedly and stuffed some medical fees into his pockets.
Qin Zhao used to treat villagers without charging any fees, but recently, more and more people have fallen ill and come to him for treatment. As time went by, the villagers started to feel bad for him and would give him some money every time he came.
Qin Zhao did not refuse. He took the medical fee and sent the patient out of the yard.
The villager said, "Oh, I think I got it two days ago when I went to Uncle Lin's place. I saw your husband was here these days, so remember to have him take his medicine and don't get sick before giving it to you."
Qin Zhao frowned: "He went to Uncle Lin's house?"
"Don't you know?" the villager asked, "Ahem, Uncle Lin and his whole family have caught a cold. They can't even work in the fields lately. Your husband has been helping him with the work for several days. Wasn't it you who asked him to go?"
Qin Zhao fell silent.
He knew Second Uncle Lin was ill, and he had prescribed the medicine for him. As for Jing Li...
How did that little guy who went to the fields to do farm work end up at someone else's house?
Qin Zhao didn't explain much and smiled, "It's me, I almost forgot."
The villagers had no doubts and left after thanking him.
Qin Zhao thought for a moment and followed him out.
He went straight to Uncle Lin's house.
The door to Second Uncle Lin's house was tightly shut, and a faint cough could be heard from inside. Qin Zhao knocked on the door, and a hoarse voice came from inside: "Who is it? I've been sick recently and won't see any guests."
Qin Zhao said: "It's me, Qin Zhao."
Uncle Lin opened the door, but did not walk in. Instead, he asked from a distance: "Qin Zhao, what do you want to talk to me about, ahem..." Miaomiao said
Qin Zhao thought for a moment and said calmly, "I want to ask if my husband is here?"
Uncle Lin said, "Your husband is probably in the fields right now. Thank you for asking him to help us these past few days. Otherwise, I don't know who would take care of the vegetables in my fields."
"Oh, wait a minute." Uncle Lin went back to the house and counted out a few copper coins, then handed them to him over the fence. "This is your husband's wages for the past few days. I've agreed with him that he'll pay me ten cents a day for watering and weeding."
Qin Zhao took a quick look and saw that Second Uncle Lin had at least forty or fifty coins in his hand.
It’s just the amount for these four or five days.
Helping the villagers with farm work is not a bad thing. Even if Jing Li and Qin Zhao said it directly, he would not object.
Why hide it from him?
Qin Zhao didn't take it, but just said, "Uncle Lin, just give it to him directly. He will be in charge of all my family's money."
Uncle Lin smiled knowingly: "I understand, my family is like this too."
Uncle Lin put away the copper coins and continued, "By the way, he asked me a few days ago if there was any work in the village. Is it because you don't have enough money to buy medicine? If you really can't make ends meet, I can lend you some. Don't let your husband work everywhere all the time. Shuang'er is weak and can't bear such hard work every day."
Qin Zhao shook his head, feeling puzzled.
Ever since Jing Li started managing the money, he rarely asked about these things.
However, Jing Li would always report to him how much he earned and spent every day.
Qin Zhao had no expenses for medicine recently, and the vegetables in the fields had also sold for a lot of money, not to mention that the bookstore had just paid the wages for the last batch of copyists two days ago.
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