After traveling through time, she took her husband to be a food doctor

After finishing his meal in a depressed mood and checking with others the list of medicinal materials to be given away tomorrow, Ding Xirui went into the room to rest.

"You must be tired today," An Yumo came over.

"Young Madam, I'll go boil some hot water for you to soak your feet in," Banxia said.

Ding Xirui smiled slightly and said, "Okay, thank you Banxia."

The door of the cabin was closed, Ding Xirui took out his package and folded his clothes one by one.

Will Ma Yang, who is about to go to prison, pack clothes for me? Oh! Without relatives, how precious it would be for a neighbor to send me a cake. Ding Xirui sighed in his heart.

The night was getting darker and darker. This was the last night in the hut. The straw under them was still soft because Aunt Li had used her own new straw to patch them up. Ding Xirui turned over and saw An Yumo's eyes were still wide open.

"What are you thinking about?" Ding Xirui asked.

"I want to take a hot bath, eat a steaming hot pot of egg dumplings, and sleep until noon..."

"Hahahaha, we'll go back tomorrow and have a good rest for two days. There's no rush to open the wonton stall."

"Yeah." An Yumo moved closer, hugged Ding Xirui's arm, and rested her head on her shoulder. "It's another long mountain road to walk, but after the hard work, you can rest... Compared to me, you and Doctor Lin should be more tired. Also, if we leave tomorrow, is Brother Yuan's illness serious?"

Ding Xirui laughed, "Don't worry, don't let Brother Yuan push the cart tomorrow, just walk around, there shouldn't be any problem with his illness. The problem is you..." Ding Xirui reached out and tapped An Yumo's forehead, "You think too much, no wonder you can't sleep."

"Tsk~" An Yumo shrank back into the quilt, "What are you thinking about? I felt like you were in a bad mood during dinner."

"Nothing..." Ding Xirui looked up at the ceiling, "We have never lacked food and clothing since we were born. We have family members who love us, friends who care about us, and money in our hands. Now we are doing what we want to do..."

"It's not easy for us to come out and do things," An Yumo muttered.

Ding Xirui sighed, "It's not easy, but we can do what we want to do and what we like, provided that we have enough food and clothing. Whether we succeed or fail, we can go home."

"Hmm..." An Yumo thought, and the room fell silent again. After a long while, she said, "People are very different from each other since birth. We are not rich, but compared with the villagers, we are many times better off, not to mention the princes and nobles."

"Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths. A single meal they eat is enough to support other people's families for several years. Some people cannot earn enough to make a piece of clothing in their entire life..." Banxia murmured.

"I am a very lucky person to follow the young lady." Xiaoqin hugged An Yumo's arm.

"Hey, we can't expect everyone to be the same, at least we can have enough food to eat and see a doctor when we are sick." Ding Xirui felt depressed. In that life, her home was in the village, and the scene of her parents working hard in the fields seemed to be still in front of her. As the night deepened, the atmosphere in the hut became more and more depressing. There seemed to be thorns in the air, and it hurt every time she breathed.

"Ah!" Another sigh.

Ding Xirui put An Yumo's arm into the quilt, pulled the quilt over her shoulders and tucked it in, and said softly, "In two years, Xiaoshi Village will be different. Life must move forward. We still have to travel tomorrow. Don't think about it. Go to sleep."

The candles went out, but the eyes of several people were still bright.