The Strong Wife From Peasant Family Chapter 8

Fatty Huang glared at him angrily for a few moments, then sneered: "Since you suspect my medical skills, then why are you so eager to see me?"

Zhou Manager raised his eyebrows and glanced at Fatty Huang, before opening his mouth leisurely, "If it wasn't for the fact that Dr. Xu has yet to come back from her diagnosis, and if I didn't delay the child's illness, who would be your Fatty Huang? Outsiders don't know, don't you know? Your Fatty Huang's medical techniques are not the least bit inferior to his. "

Fatty Huang hated people who compared his medical skills to theirs. He angrily pointed at Zhou Manager with reddened eyes, telling him to scram.

Returning to the Solemn World Hall, Liu Zhimo pulled Liu Zhiyan and deeply kowtowed to Zhou Manager and the medicine boy, thanking them for their help.

Liu Zhimo knew, if the medicine boy did not go to look for Zhou Manager, Zhou Manager would not know about his matter.

"Young Master Li, you're too polite. Hurry and get up." Zhou Manager reached out his hands to help the two of them up, then said amiably, "It's late in the night, your little sister just had a fever. You two can stay here for the night, we'll go back tomorrow morning!"

Liu Zhimo was able to determine the severity of the problem, so he thanked Zhou Manager, who waved his hand and let the medicine boy bring them to rest. He turned around and went back home.

Afraid that Liu Zhirou was getting hot again, Li Qingling and Liu Zhimo took turns to look after her. Fortunately, she did not turn hot again the next day.

After bidding farewell to the medicine boy, he picked up the oxcart and rushed home.

The villagers all got up early to work, but when they saw Liu Zhimo carrying Li Qingling and the other two back, they all curiously asked him where he was going.

Liu Zhimo patiently answered their questions. Everyone listened to him and comforted him before they went back to work.

Li Qingling let out a light breath. Seeing that Liu Zhirou had woken up, he hugged him and asked him if she was feeling uncomfortable anywhere.

She shrank back into Li Qingling's embrace, her small hands wrapped around her neck as she called out softly, "Big sister …"

"Hmm? With big sister here, do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? " Li Qingling touched her forehead, feeling that it was normal warmth, only then did she relax.

He then wrapped the blanket around Liu Zhirou again, afraid that she would be hit by the cold.

With that, Liu Zhiyan woke up. He opened his eyes in a daze and saw that Liu Zhirou had woken up.

Liu Zhirou turned his head to the side and smiled at Liu Zhimo, then extended her hand for Liu Zhimo to hug her. Liu Zhiyan hurriedly carried her over, "Little sister, is your head still hurting?"

"Pain?" Liu Zhirou tilted her head to the side to think, then shook her head, "It doesn't hurt."

"As long as it doesn't hurt." Liu Zhiyan was relieved, this time his sister's fever had scared him, he must take care of his sister more in the future, so as to not let her get sick.

When he returned to the Liu Family residence, Li Qingling heard Li Qingfeng shouting for Mrs. Zhao just as the ox-cart stopped, "Mother, Sister and the others are back." As she shouted, she ran over to where Li Qingling was. Looking at Liu Zhirou who was in her arms, she asked, "Is she alright?"

"Alright." Li Qingling laughed and gave Liu Zhirou a hug. She took off the blanket on the ox-cart and carried Liu Zhirou into his room.

When he came out, Mrs. Zhao had already cooked some porridge and came over, "Since you guys came back so early, you must be hungry, hurry up and come over to eat!" He pushed the porridge in front of everyone.

Li Qingling and the others did not come back that night. Mrs. Zhao was extremely worried, afraid that Liu Zhirou would run into some trouble.

Liu Zhimo thanked Mrs. Zhao gratefully as he picked up the rice porridge he specially cooked for Liu Zhirou and prepared to feed it to her.

When Mrs. Zhao saw this, she reached out to take it, "Zhimo, eat your food. I'll feed you gently, don't be hungry."

"Thank you, Aunt." Liu Zhimo did not refuse, he raised his bowl and quickly ate. He planned to finish the porridge and go to the Village Chief's house to gather some gra.s.s, to thank the Village Chief for lending him the ox-cart.

After finishing the porridge, Liu Zhimo reminded Liu Zhiyan to take care of Liu Zhirou at home. He went to the kitchen and grabbed the sickle basket, preparing to go out.

Li Qingling chased after his and took out the half a tael of silver from her sleeves and stuffed it in his hands, telling him to go to the neighboring village's pork chopping area and deliver it to the village head.

In this era, an ox would be extremely precious, and one wouldn't be willing to lend it to others. Therefore, Li Qingling hoped to establish a good relationship with the village chief and borrow it from him next time.

Hearing her words, Liu Zhimo nodded his head and clenched the silver she handed to him. His family owed her so much, but he didn't care about that anymore.

He swore to himself that he would definitely raise his family, so that after he married her in the future, he wouldn't have to work so hard for her.

Looking at Liu Zhimo's back with the basket on his back, Li Qingling's eyes dimmed. She still had to think of a way to earn money.

Moreover, Mrs. Zhao was about to give birth in two months, without money, she wouldn't even be able to get a midwife.

Thinking of this, her desire to earn money became more and more intense.

When Mrs. Zhao finished feeding Liu Zhirou and went back home with her, she couldn't help but ask him.

"Mother, I want to go to Matsuyama to take a look." The Matsuyama was quite far away from here, she had never been there before. He had only heard from her father that the place was spa.r.s.ely populated and that there was a lot of food there.

She had also thought about it. Right now, besides hunting, she couldn't do anything else even if she wanted to. Not having a princ.i.p.al was a big problem for her.

But when Mrs. Zhao heard her say that, she immediately shook her head and rejected her suggestion. Not letting her go, hunting was so dangerous, if she was careless, she would lose her life.

Li Qingling lowered his head, unconsciously b.u.t.toning his nails, "Mother, let me go. I won't enter the deep mountains, I'll just take a look at the shallow mountains, and there won't be any danger."

"No, I don't agree with your decision. Just give up!" Mrs. Zhao's att.i.tude was very resolute. She had lost her child's father, so she didn't want to lose her daughter as well.

She knew that no matter how much she said, she wouldn't be able to persuade Mrs. Zhao, but she had already made up her mind to go.

Mrs. Zhao seemed to realize that her tone was too serious, she sighed and softened, "Xiao Ling, Mother only has you and your brother. We can't let anything happen to them, otherwise Mother won't be able to live."

After a long while, Li Qingling finally raised his head, "I know." "However, her resolution would not change. His family was a total failure. If she did not fight, when would his days be numbered?" Mom, I didn't sleep last night.

"Alright, go quickly!"

Mrs. Zhao thought that Li Qingling had given up on going to the Matsuyama and smiled.

Li Qingling woke up from his sleep and went to help Mrs. Zhao with work in the fields.

In the middle of the night, she quietly got up, took the bow and arrows her father used to hunt, and then tiptoed out of the room to the kitchen. She fumbled with the basket on her back, put the fire piston and the missing jar into the basket, and carefully walked out.

"Xiao Ling..."

A shout startled her. Clutching his chest, Li Qingling nervously turned around with his head lowered, not daring to look at Mrs. Zhao who was standing at the doorway.

However, she felt very helpless in her heart. She had been so careful, but Mrs. Zhao had still seen it.

If it wasn't for the fact that she wanted to go to the toilet, she wouldn't have seen her daughter who wanted to leave in the middle of the night.

After waiting for a long time and not hearing Mrs. Zhao's voice again, Li Qingling could not help but say softly, "Mother, you are going to have babies soon, but there is nothing else to eat at home. I'm afraid … I was afraid that you wouldn't be born, so … "

"You must go, don't you?" Mrs. Zhao's tears rolled down her face.

"Yes..."

"Then go!" After Mrs. Zhao finished this sentence, she turned around and no longer looked at Li Qingling.

Li Qingling looked up in disbelief at Mrs. Zhao, only to see her trembling body, she tightly shut her eyes, not daring to look, she had only said the word 'way' in a low voice, and that she would return safely.

With that, he turned and ran.

Hearing the footsteps in the distance, Mrs. Zhao covered her mouth and started crying.

Li Qingling followed the moon as he slowly walked out of the village. After walking for around eight hours, the sky started to brighten when he finally found the Matsuyama.

The first thing she did was to find some edible mushrooms on the mountain. She washed them in the stream by the mountain side and then put them into a jar. She boiled the mushrooms with water and ate them.

After eating her fill, she squinted her eyes to rest for a while before continuing on her way to the mountain.

After walking for half an hour, she saw a wild chicken and her eyes immediately lit up. There was indeed food here.

She quickly took down her bow and arrows and carefully aimed at the wild chicken. She forcefully pulled back the bow and shot the arrow. Unfortunately, the arrow missed and the wild chicken was startled and flew away.

Li Qingling frowned, it had been so long since she had shot an arrow, his hands felt strange, and furthermore, to her right now, this arrow was too heavy, when she had money, she would definitely shoot an arrow that suited her needs.

With a soft sigh, she took her bow and started shooting at the trees in front of her, trying to feel her touch.