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

"Huh?" Ding Xirui turned his head, surprised and happy. When did Yumo come up with such an idea?

"The government won't sit idly by..." Qin Xiaofeng was a little embarrassed.

"Yumo, I support you." Ding Xirui's eyes were full of admiration.

An Yumo smiled slightly and blinked: "Since I almost risked my life, how can I just let it go? It's not worth it."

Yang Yuting and the others also laughed, "Yumo, this kind of thoughtfulness is rare. Let me know if you need any help."

"Thank you, senior sister."

Ding Xirui suddenly thought of another problem. Since the beginning of the free clinic in Luoxi Village, they have made many suggestions, such as introducing corn, potatoes, and sweet potatoes, and also proposed to dredge the river. In Xiaoshi Village in Lan County, they also helped people find suitable medicinal herbs to plant. However, Ding Xirui never thought of working on the original land. In that world, there were already fertilizers and machinery to help production, as well as breeding and seedling technology. This era still mainly relies on manpower. However, there should be many useful tools that have been introduced one after another. She is not a professional, but she can find experienced old farmers and craftsmen to make special improvements. In addition to tools, irrigation facilities, food storage methods, and transportation and logistics are all areas where she can work hard.

Thinking of this, she became excited.

Yang Yuting suddenly coughed, "Junior Sister Ding, your brother-in-law and I have been feeling some discomfort in our shoulders recently. Can you help us take a look?"

"Okay..." Ding Xirui understood instantly that this was to create a space for the young couple to be alone together. She walked forward, but couldn't help but look back at An Yumo.

Being left there, time seemed to have stopped, and Qin Xiaofeng and An Yumo both felt a little uncomfortable.

"Does your arm still hurt?" An Yumo raised his hand to touch him, but he only gently pulled the other person's sleeve, not daring to use force.

"It hurts." Qin Xiaofeng held her hand.

An Yumo secretly complained, shouldn’t he just say “it doesn’t hurt” so the other person wouldn’t worry?

"Just apply some powder, it's not serious. But you got scolded."

"Yes……"

"He deserves a scolding." Qin Xiaofeng pursed his lips.

An Yumo glared at him and tried to pull his hand away, but even though the man was injured, he was still very strong.

"Thank you." Qin Xiaofeng covered it with his other hand.

"You don't blame me?" she asked doubtfully.

"It's too late, I can only praise you." He chuckled and clenched his hands tighter.

"If you want to blame someone, it's me. Blame... I didn't do enough to let you get into danger. You joined in to solve the problem. I have no right to blame you." If everything had been peaceful all the time, there would be no chance of getting into danger.

An Yumo understood what the unspoken words were.

"Thank you very much, Captain Qin." She smiled brightly.

Later, everyone went home. Qin Xiaofeng went to be a lobbyist. He took the responsibility on himself and begged for forgiveness on his knees. Mrs. An still looked unhappy and even thought of canceling the engagement several times. But seeing that the relationship between the two was getting better and better and An Yumo was already old, she felt a little reluctant. She only hoped that her daughter could live a peaceful life.

"Xiaofeng, please get up."

"Yes."

An Yumo helped Qin Xiaofeng stand up, walked to Madam An very respectfully, and poured a cup of tea, "Mom, I know I was wrong. I promise to go home obediently every day in the future. I will not go to Lan County anymore, and I will stay by your side in the future."

"Really?" Mrs. An wondered if she had heard it wrong. She glanced at An Yumo, then at Qin Xiaofeng.

"Xiaofeng, go ahead."

"Aunt, I believe in Yumo."

Mrs. An coughed lightly and took a sip of tea.

"Xiaofeng, do you want to work in the government forever?"

It was Qin Xiaofeng's turn to doubt his hearing. "Aunt, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is, after you get married, you can quit your job at the government office, open a small shop, and live a quiet life."

"Mom..." An Yumo was unhappy and interrupted quickly.

"I'm asking Xiaofeng, don't interrupt."

Qin Xiaofeng tried to force out a smile: "Aunt, I know you are worried about my safety. Working in the government office is trivial and sometimes difficult, but with the brothers, there won't be much danger."

Mrs. An turned her face away, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became colder than the northwest wind.

"Mother..." An Yumo gently shook Madam An's sleeve, "Have a happy New Year, and we'll talk about this later."

Mrs. An's face turned cold and she said nothing.

"Aunt!" Qin Xiaofeng knelt down again.

"Mom, he will consider your suggestion carefully. It's the New Year, so please don't make things difficult for us."

"Am I making things difficult for you?" Mrs. An stood up, and the teacup fell over, spilling tea all over the table.

"Mom, there is no such thing as an absolutely peaceful and quiet life." An Yumo said, kneeling down, "I remember when I was young, my family didn't have a restaurant yet, and my dad was in charge of the small restaurant. From time to time, there would be gangsters who would come to make trouble, and we lived in fear. You said that opening a shop would be peaceful, but as long as you go out, you have to deal with others. As long as you deal with people, there will be disputes and dangers... If you don't want to be in danger, you will run to the mountains to farm. The plow will scratch your hands, and the cows are not easy to deal with. The good land will be dug up by wild boars..."

It was as if a big steamed bun flew over and stuffed Mrs. An's mouth tightly. She had no way to refute it, and she found it very funny. Wasn't her daughter always busy in the kitchen? How did she know those things? Xiaoqin, who was cleaning up the tea, had a red face and wrinkled into a small bun.

Qin Xiaofeng turned his head to look at An Yumo and pinched himself secretly.

"Aunt, I know you are worried about me and it's for our own good. Don't worry, I will protect myself well in the future and nothing will happen."

"Yes, mother, his Kung Fu is very good." An Yumo nodded frantically.

Mrs. An was helpless. It seemed that persuasion would not work this time.

"It's getting dark, Xiaofeng, go home quickly."

"Thank you, aunt."

The two stood up, and An Yumo took Qin Xiaofeng out of the door immediately. Stars gradually appeared, and the two held hands and said goodbye at the entrance of the alley.

"Go back and recuperate."

"Ah."

There was still the faint smell of firecrackers in the air, but it smelled reassuring at the moment.

In the dim candlelight, Ding Xirui asked Nanxing and Banxia about their "homework" while taking a walk:

"Have you thought about it? How to do it in the hot spring village?"

"Young Madam, the existing hot spring pools can be divided according to what we discussed before. I want to open a few more doors and build walls or high fences in the yard to separate them leading to different pools. Especially men and women must be separated so as not to interfere with each other." Banxia said.

"So that means hiring more people?"

"To avoid trouble and incidents, I think it's worth hiring more people."

"Nanxing, what do you think?"

"I think it makes sense. Be prepared from the beginning so that customers can feel at ease when they go there."

Ding Xirui nodded, "Anything else?"

"The manor is a little small now. I think we can expand it a little bit, with a kitchen, a laundry room, and a small tea room so that guests can rest after soaking in the hot springs." Banxia continued.

"That makes sense. We do need to build more houses. With more people, there will be more demand."

"Young Madam, we can plant fruit trees in the mountains and pick them when the season comes. I also want to enclose an area to raise chickens." Nanxing said with a smile.

They returned to the house, took out a large piece of paper, and drew their ideas on it bit by bit. Ding Xirui's eyes were bright. This money tree must be cultivated well.

As the night grew deeper, Lin Mingxuan came back and put a purse on the table: "The profit share from the herbal medicine shop is not much, only five taels." He felt a little embarrassed.

"Not bad, not bad. A little bit adds up to a lot." Ding Xirui opened the bag, took out pieces one by one, rubbed them, weighed them with a scale, and put them in the cabinet.

"You went out so early today just for this?" she said as she poured Lin Mingxuan a glass of water.

"I made the appointment a few days ago, but... I went to see Jiang first. He had difficulty walking, sitting or lying down, so I was delayed for half a day."

Ding Xirui knocked his head and said, "You should have asked me to go with you. I am an apprentice and I am not doing my job seriously enough."

"It will be the same if we go tomorrow. He needs to be nursed back to health for half a year."

"I spend too much time on other things..." Ding Xirui felt a little ashamed. She was the one who said she wanted to study medicine well, and she was also the one who was always distracted.

Lin Mingxuan held her hand and said, "The clinic is too small. People only come here when they are sick. When you leave the clinic, you are doing things to prevent illness. It is definitely not a distraction. It is all useful."

Ding Xirui pursed his lips and blushed a little, "From today on, please be stricter. I don't want to fall behind in my studies."

"Okay, come and take my pulse."

He sat down and Ding Xirui reached out to feel his pulse.

"Have you been drinking?" She glanced at him.

"I just had one drink." He smiled, "You're really capable, you can even do this."

"It's just a guess. His pulse is beating a little fast. He went out to meet people during the New Year. He must have been drinking."

"Isn't it because of something else?" He raised his eyes and stared at her, his gaze burning. The next moment, his face moved closer.

"Don't think too much and go wash up..." Ding Xirui stepped back and pushed him away with a smile.