When He Tiantian saw that Zhao Xiaohe had finally woken up, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed.
She placed the bowl of white rice porridge on the table in front of Zhao Xiaohe. "You were sick. Last night, we found a renowned doctor to treat you. How are you feeling now?"
The flush on Zhao Xiaohe's face hadn't faded yet, and he lowered his head somewhat embarrassedly.
"Okay... much better, Auntie, thank you."
He Tiantian scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Zhao Xiaohe.
"That's good. You should eat more light food now. I had the kitchen make you some congee this morning, try it."
"Auntie, I... I'll do it myself." Zhao Xiaohe took the spoon and bowl herself, feeling quite embarrassed.
For some reason, he felt very lost and frustrated.
He's never been away from home for this long before.
I don't know how my parents are doing, and I don't know where my brother Zhao Yan's classes are going.
He used to be one of the best at reading and writing in class, but now that he's been away for so long, Zhao Fengnian has definitely surpassed him.
Zhao Xiaohe felt increasingly sad as she thought about it, and even the food in her mouth lost its taste. Tears fell into her bowl with a series of pattering sounds.
He Tiantian was startled. "What's wrong, Xiaohe? Are you feeling unwell again?"
Zhao Xiaohe wiped away her tears and sobbed, "No, Auntie. I just miss home..."
Children's minds are the most sensitive and fragile, especially when they are sick, they become even more vulnerable.
He Tiantian patted his head and comforted him, "Xiaohe, we can go home when you're all better."
Changfeng Village, Old Zhao's house.
The sound of bells jingling filled the village, and the area outside Old Zhao's house was crowded with onlookers.
"Oh dear, Old Lady Zhao's family has held several religious ceremonies this month, but have they been effective?"
"It's definitely useless! If it were useful, why would we need to hold so many events? This money doesn't grow on trees."
"Sigh... If you ask me, this old woman Zhao should just bow down to that He woman. It's only a hundred coins! It's not like she doesn't have any."
"What's wrong? You know how stingy this old woman Zhao is, she only takes and never gives."
In the courtyard of Old Zhao's house, all members of both Zhao Xiangnan's and Zhao Xiangbei's families were present.
Old Mrs. Zhao sat on a stool in the yard, her eyes half-closed, looking somewhat dazed.
The witch, holding a bell and a banner for summoning souls, circled around Old Lady Zhao, chanting incantations.
Tao looked solemn, while Cheng seemed somewhat dismissive.
She had already said that hiring a sorcerer to perform rituals was useless and a waste of money.
But Tao refused to believe it and insisted on spending this money unnecessarily, refusing to turn back until he hit a brick wall.
In the previous instances, the two families split the cost equally, but this time, the Cheng family refused to pay anything.
"Sister-in-law, I advise you to give up. Who makes money easily these days?" Zhao Xiangnan couldn't stand it anymore.
Why is my eldest brother's whole family so stubborn?
“Third brother, but Mother has been having relapses every now and then for the past three or four months. How can I not be worried?” Zhao Xiangbei said anxiously.
"Then you might as well try to persuade your second brother to let our mother go," Zhao Xiangnan said irritably.
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