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

"Hmph~" Zheng Shihui snorted again.

"What about you? You are also a rich man, so why don't you give a little?"

"Of course I will." An Yumo raised her chin, then sighed silently: "Shihui, I used to think the same as you, but since I went to Xiaoshi Village, I no longer think so."

"So what? I think that no matter where you are born, if you want to succeed, you can naturally succeed." Zheng Shihui was still not convinced.

An Yumo shook her head. "Shihui, think about it. If you were born in a very ordinary family, your parents were farmers, and everyone in the village was farmers, all in the mountains. Few villagers had ever been to the city, and they had lived like that for generations."

"The world is peaceful, so if I want to go out and work, I can naturally go out..."

"Listen to me first." An Yumo returned to the table and took a sip of water. "You have been working in the fields with your parents since you were a child. You can barely get enough food all year round, and you have to help your parents take care of your younger brothers and sisters. You are exhausted every day. No one has ever told you what is on the other side of the mountain. You think that the richest family in the world may be the old Wang family at the east end of the village, because his family has a tiled house, while your family and most families in the village have thatched houses."

"I……"

"You didn't have the chance to read and write. When you were fourteen or fifteen, your parents thought you were too old, so they found a similar farming family to marry you off. So you got married, had children, did housework, and worked in the fields..." An Yumo continued.

"I... can still go out to work." Zheng Shihui twisted her handkerchief.

"Of course you can, but you can only work as a maid in some wealthy families. You are illiterate and come from the mountains, so you can only do some rough work in the yard, and the wages are not high."

“I can learn some…”

"What can you learn? Think about the people in your house. How do you manage them?"

"My...sister-in-law said that we should let them do their own thing quietly and not cause any trouble."

An Yumo breathed a sigh of relief. "Look, you are a maid in the mansion. Apart from being hardworking, you have no skills, are not valued, and have no chance to learn new skills. The master will not give you a chance, and the manager will find you annoying. How can you make a name for yourself?"

"I'll work hard, and one day, my master will find me." Zheng Shihui muttered.

An Yumo smiled softly, "Among the maids in your yard, who do you remember besides Ju Zi and Xiao Ping?"

"And Aguo and Axin, and..." Zheng Shihui scratched her hair.

"You don't remember." An Yumo held his chin with one hand, propping it on the table. "There were seven or eight people in your yard, and you only remember four. Did you even look at the others?"

"That's because their performance was not outstanding enough..." Zheng Shihui was still being stubborn.

"Haha, will your Orange, Xiaoping, Aguo and Axin give others a chance?"

"What's wrong with them? They have been following me since they were little..."

"My eldest lady," An Yumo turned around and looked at her, "the wages of the four of them are different from those of others. They have to keep their positions. On the one hand, they have to do their own work well, and on the other hand, they have to help you manage other people in the courtyard. They will be wary of others, and it is not easy for them."

"Is that so?" Zheng Shihui thought thoughtfully.

"Many things that are taken for granted are not so taken for granted. You were born into a wealthy family. Some people can't earn as much as you pay for a piece of clothing even if they work hard all their lives." An Yumo winked at her.

"Then I can only blame fate..." Zheng Shihui said this and gradually lowered her head.

"Maybe. Some people are born with good fortune and live a carefree life. It doesn't matter much whether you compete with them or not."

The room was quiet for a long time, and then a voice of hawking came: "Tanghulu~Tanghulu~"

Zheng Shihui stood up, opened the window, and looked out at the street. A myriad of thoughts unfolded in her mind. If she was born in an ordinary family, what could she do? If she was born in a poor family, where could she go?

"Okay," An Yumo came over and patted her shoulder, "I should prepare the things for the stall, let's go~"

"Good, business is booming."

The two waved goodbye, and when they opened the door, Xiaoqin and Juzi each held a string of candied haws.

"Miss, do you want to eat?" Xiaoqin said with a smile on her face.

"Miss, do you want to eat?" Orange walked in.

"Eat, just help me get one." In the room, Zheng Shihui said weakly. An Yumo smiled and took the candied haws from Xiaoqin's hand, "You only bought one string?"

"I'm afraid the lady won't eat it~"

"Let's go buy a few more and bring them back to Little Tiger and Little Leopard."

"Okay." The two of them walked briskly back to Xifang's home.

In Jimin Clinic, a man fainted at the door of the clinic. After waking up, he was acting strangely, refusing to speak, and kept looking around the clinic. Lin Mingxuan went out for a consultation and did not come back until the evening. Xiaoqiang told him about the situation, and he went straight to the back hall.

"Brother, what's your name? Do you know where this is?" Lin Mingxuan asked.

The man looked at Lin Mingxuan, as if he remembered something, and quickly lowered his head.

"Brother, where are you from?" Lin Mingxuan asked.

The man shook his head.

Lin Mingxuan opened the man's eyes and looked at him, then checked his mouth and head. Finding no wounds, he began to take his pulse.

"Strange," he murmured. Apart from a weak pulse, there was nothing unusual. Judging from the man's appearance, he must have been hungry for a long time.

"Xiao Qiang, give him something to eat." Lin Mingxuan said.

"Doctor Lin, I took it, but he refused to eat it. It was as if he was on guard against us, afraid that we would poison him." Xiao Qiang said. He glared at the man. That afternoon, the man even broke a bowl.

Lin Mingxuan turned around and looked at the man: "Brother, don't worry, this is a clinic, we are doctors, we won't hurt you, I'll bring you something later, you can eat without worry."

The man didn't move. Xiaoqiang looked reluctant and went to the kitchen to get a piece of bread from the pot, and then scooped a bowl of porridge and brought it over.

But the man still didn't eat.

"Look, it's not poisonous."

Lin Mingxuan broke off a piece of cake and put it in his mouth. Seeing this, the man slowly took the cake and began to swallow it in big mouthfuls.

"Don't be anxious, be careful not to choke." Lin Mingxuan stood up, poured him a bowl of water, and patted his back. The man's clothes were basically unrecognizable in color and texture, and they were also worn out.

"Nanxing, these may not be enough. Go outside and buy him a bowl of wontons."

"Okay~" Nanxing trotted out. The man had finished the cake. He looked at the porridge and hesitated to pick it up. Lin Mingxuan laughed dumbly and took a sip. The man grabbed it and drank it in a few gulps. He didn't even let go of the few grains of rice around his mouth, and wiped them with his hand and put them into his mouth.

"Doctor Lin, he must have been poisoned before, that's why he's so scared." Xiao Qiang said.

"Ah, who knows? It's pitiful." Lin Mingxuan frowned, "Xiao Qiang, go boil a pot of water and find him some clothes."

Xiao Qiang scratched his head and said, "Doctor Lin, water is easy to get, and there are clothes. But there is no one living in this courtyard, and there is no bathtub. It is too cold at this time of year to take a bath."

"What should I do?" Lin Mingxuan was also in a dilemma. This person was not clear, and he didn't want to take him home, in case something happened to him.

"Master, the wontons are here." Nanxing walked in.

"Okay, bring it over." Lin Mingxuan took the bowl, scooped a wonton and tasted it, then handed it to the man, "Be careful, it's hot, eat slowly."

The man gulped down the wonton soup and then ate all the wontons.

"Master, who is this person?" Nanxing asked.

Lin Mingxuan shook his head: "He refuses to speak, I don't know."

"What should we do with him? We can't just leave him in the clinic." Nan Xing folded his arms and leaned on the cabinet.

"Go to the yamen and find Captain Ling and ask him to draw a portrait..." Before Lin Mingxuan could finish his words, the man suddenly hugged his head, whimpering, and rolling on the bed, looking very painful.

Several people rushed forward to hold him down, but they couldn't do anything. After struggling for a long time, the man finally calmed down.

Lin Mingxuan's doubts grew, and he winked at Nanxing, who understood and ran out immediately. Not long after, he came with Ling Junsheng, who was wearing casual clothes and didn't bring a knife.

"Doctor Ling..." Lin Mingxuan nodded at him, "You are experienced, can you help me find out what this person's illness is?"

"it is good."

Ling Junsheng walked over, pretended to check and took the patient's pulse.