The rural doctor is busy with farming, and her abstinent husband can't bear it

Zhao knew Fang Qin's thoughts very well. As it was not yet the seventh day after her husband's death, she had no psychological burden to eat.

This woman is so heartless and ungrateful.

However, his physical condition did not allow it, and he did not have the extra energy to argue with her, so he simply closed his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to the gluttonous and fat woman in front of him.

Seeing that Zhao closed her eyes and ignored her, Fang Qin's anger was instantly ignited. She suddenly opened the quilt and said angrily, "You old woman, I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?"

"If you don't want to move, then give me the money and I can buy whatever I want to eat."

Fang Qin's mind was as delicate as a mirror. She knew very well that the old lady of the Zhou family had some savings hidden in private. Otherwise, where did the prodigal Jiang Youfu get the money to squander it all day long and indulge in pleasure? Apart from the ill-gotten gains he had collected, the rest of the expenses to fill his bottomless pit were not done by this seemingly simple but actually scheming old lady?

At this moment, Jiang Youfu passed away, and the little property he had accumulated would naturally be left to his blood-related son. And his money was in Fang Qin's hands, so she could spend it however she wanted. Who could interfere?

"I don't have any spare money."

Zhao said this lightly, but her expression clearly declared: Even if there is, don't even think about taking a single cent from me.

Fang Qin looked at her and knew that it would be difficult to get money from this miser. She sneered and said with a hint of coldness: "Oh, is that so? You should think twice before you act. It doesn't matter if I go hungry, but if your beloved grandson goes hungry... He is the only heir of the Jiang family."

After she finished speaking, she twisted Da Zhuang's tender calf hard, causing him to cry out in pain. The cry was so piercing and pitiful.

When Zhao heard the cry of her precious grandson, her heart felt as if it was being cut into pieces and the pain was unbearable.

Now that Youfu has passed away, all her hopes and expectations fall on her eldest grandson.

What if Da Zhuang became skinny and pale due to insufficient milk from his daughter-in-law, how heartbroken would he be?

Thinking of this, although Zhao was extremely reluctant, she could only reluctantly take out a heavy piece of silver from her bosom and handed it to Fang Qin, her voice full of helplessness: "Go buy some chickens and ducks, and ask your sister-in-law to help you make soup to nourish your body. Don't let my precious grandson go hungry."

Fang Qin took the heavy piece of silver and a smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She knew that Zhao would never ignore Da Zhuang's well-being.

As long as she remains Da Zhuang's mother, her position in this family is guaranteed.

Now that Jiang Youfu, the time bomb, is gone, her days seem to be as smooth as spring breeze and as happy as ever.

Just as she was about to leave happily, she was stopped by Zhao.

"and many more."

Fang Qin turned around and looked at her puzzledly, wondering if the old lady had any other instructions.

Zhao then said, "Remember to bring me a bowl of the stewed soup."

Fang Qin rolled her eyes at her. Although she was reluctant, she still agreed: "Got it."

After all, she would still have to rely on Zhao's money in the future, so she would not neglect this small request.

Zhao had no desire to eat, but the tempting aroma wafting from Su Yu's cooking aroused the appetite in her stomach, causing her originally calm stomach to growl in protest.

But at this time Jiang Xunzhong had gone somewhere and there was no one to run errands and deliver meals.

"Where the hell are you having fun?"

Zhao murmured to herself, with a hint of anger and helplessness in her tone.

Zhao cursed inwardly and reluctantly lay back on the bed, trying to recover some strength by resting. However, the evil plan in her mind about how to deal with Daya was entangled like a vine, growing continuously and filling her heart.

At the same time, Jiang Xunzhong's heart seemed to be shrouded in heavy dark clouds. Jiang Youfu's sudden death made his inner uneasiness like fallen leaves blown by the autumn wind, piling up layer by layer and becoming heavier.

Si Niang's words that day were like an invisible spell, lingering in his mind over and over again, and every echo struck his fragile nerves.

"If a person is weak, it will be difficult for the family to gather auspicious energy, and the fortune will be frustrated, so how can everything go smoothly?"

These simple words were like ice, penetrating into his bones and making him tremble all over.

Every time Jiang Xunzhong recalled this series of sudden misfortunes, he would feel a fear crawling up his spine like a snake and cold sweat would drip down his face.

Could it be that the Jiang family is really going to face an unpredictable disaster? As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, he suppressed it and did not dare to think about it any further. He just felt that he had to take action immediately.

He remembered that Si Niang had revealed that the solution was related to him, but she had not explained it in detail.

So he made up his mind that he would get everything from Si Niang this time no matter what.

Jiang Xunzhong hurriedly walked through the streets and alleys with quick steps, heading straight for Si Niang's house.

He knocked gently on the mottled wooden door, again and again, but no one answered.

Just as he was wondering whether Si Niang had gone out and was about to turn around and leave, the door suddenly creaked and slowly opened, revealing Si Niang's thin figure. She stood there, her figure trembling slightly, looking extremely fragile.

When Jiang Xunzhong first saw Si Niang's appearance, his heart tightened.

After just a few days of not seeing each other, Si Niang's face seemed to have added a few more wrinkles of time, her back seemed more bent, and her whole body exuded an indescribable air of decadence.

"Is something wrong?"

Si Niang's voice was dry and weak, like a dry leaf that had not been touched by water for a long time swaying in the wind.

Jiang Xunzhong stood there for a moment, feeling mixed emotions.

How could Si Niang age so quickly in just a few days? Could it be that she had solved a difficult task for someone else and had consumed a lot of energy?

But nothing special seemed to happen in the surrounding villages. The biggest change was just the funeral of his Jiang family.

"Why are you standing there? If you have something to say, just tell me."

There was a barely perceptible hint of irritation in Si Niang's tone.

Jiang Xunzhong suddenly woke up from his thoughts and realized that perhaps he shouldn't be too surprised.

Ever since Si Niang became the village witch, her health has been deteriorating, which is a fact that almost everyone can see.

He took a deep breath and said, "Fourth Mother, you should have heard about the misfortunes in my family. The three sons of my Jiang family are either injured or separated. I beg you to show me a way out and tell me how to reverse this continuous misfortune."

As soon as these words came out, Si Niang felt an irrepressible anger surge in her heart.

The reason why she is like this now is actually the result of the backlash caused by her previous unauthorized modification of her fate.