Divorce the bad husband, store grain fields, and marry the emperor's uncle for the second time

"What are you doing in my house, you sick son of a bitch? Get out! If you don't, I'll beat you up!" Song Cuixi said sternly.

Because Song Yanbai was ill all year round and his family was poor, no one in the family liked him.

Xia Xiaorou was worried that Song Cuixi would hit Song Yuan, so she quickly opened the door and walked out, "Xiaoyuan, I'm here, what's going on?"

She rushed over, pulled Song Yuan away, and avoided the slap from Song Cuixi.

Song Cuixi was furious, "Xia Xiaorou, are you crazy? Are you talking to a son with tuberculosis?"

Xia Xiaorou ignored Song Cuixi and pulled Song Yuan to the door and asked, "Is it your mother or your father who is looking for me?"

Song Yuan nodded, took out a warm cloth bag from his arms, and handed it to Xia Xiaorou, "Here."

Xia Xiaorou took it, opened it, and found that it contained the cooked eggs she had given to Song Yuan's family.

"Why did you bring it again? Alas——" Xia Xiaorou refused to accept it.

"Dad vomited blood, he can't eat." Song Yuan's lips drooped and his eyes turned red instantly.

Xia Xiaorou took a breath and said, "Come on, Auntie will go with you to take a look."

As time went by, Song Yanbai survived the winter and died of illness in the early spring.

At the funeral, the only son Song Yuan accidentally drowned.

After burying the father and son, the mute girl Chu Xianyun disappeared.

All in all, the reason this family lives like this is simply because they are poor.

Because Song Yanbai had no money to see a doctor, his illness was delayed and became a serious one.

Came to Song Yanbai's house.

When Chu Xianyun saw Xia Xiaorou coming back with the eggs, she looked at her son reproachfully.

"She wanted to come here on her own initiative." Song Yuan curled his lips in grievance.

"Don't talk about him, sister-in-law. I came here to see Brother Yanbai." Xia Xiaorou entered the room, put the eggs on the table, and walked to Song Yanbai's bed. Seeing the young man with sunken eyes on the bed, his face was as pale as a dead person, she sighed secretly in her heart, "Brother Yanbai, have you called a doctor?"

Song Yanbai smiled bitterly and shook his head gently, "Isn't that a waste of money?"

The implication is that no doctor was called.

Xia Xiaorou pursed her lips and said, "I'll find a doctor for you."

She turned and ran out.

"You...you come back!" Song Yanbai slapped the bed anxiously.

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In the afternoon, the wind and snow were stronger than in the morning.

Xia Xiaorou's face felt like it was cut by a knife in the wind.

It became a little difficult to breathe.

She raised her sleeves to block the wind and walked towards Doctor Chen's house in the village with difficulty.

Suddenly, a horse neighed and a carriage came galloping from another path, blocking her way.

Xia Xiaorou put down her sleeves and looked up.

A dark purple thick velvet curtain with golden tassels was slowly opened by a hand as slender as a dead bamboo, revealing half of the handsome face of the young man.

"Come up." The man said in a low voice, his peach blossom eyes slightly raised, staring at Xia Xiaorou without blinking.

Xia Xiaorou looked carefully and found that it was Yan Heng.

Xia Xiaorou just glanced at him indifferently, ignored Yan Heng's words, and walked to the side of the carriage.

Yan Heng seemed to have sensed her thoughts, and raised his lips slightly, saying, "I heard that Madam Xia is very good at picking herbs. I wonder how many kinds of herbs there are. Have you ever picked them before?"

After a pause, he added, "I can give you a good price."

Xia Xiaorou is petite and although she is not good at farm work, she is very proficient in collecting herbs.

She knows the growing habits of most herbs by heart.

Within a radius of a hundred miles, only the herbs she picked were rare and of high quality, and she could always sell them at a higher price than others.

Others would spend months or even years searching for herbs, but as long as the season was right, she could find them with just one trip into the mountains.

Xia Xiaorou's main source of income in her previous life was picking herbs and selling them. In this life, she also hopes to follow this old path again.

Hearing Yan Heng say this, Xia Xiaorou couldn't help but feel moved.

She is really short of money now.

Up to now, the only property she had was the one hundred coins from selling bamboo shoots and two gold leaves that Yan Heng sent her maid to bring this morning.

This money was only enough for her to have enough food and clothing for a month, and she couldn't do anything big.

However, Xia Xiaorou didn't want to have too much interaction with Yan Heng.

She tilted her head slightly and said calmly, "I have something urgent to attend to right now. After I finish the things at hand, I will go to your manor and ask the steward for clarification."

After saying that, she continued walking forward without looking back.

Because she was too tired last night and did not eat or rest well, Xia Xiaorou had a very hard time walking in the wind and snow.

A gust of wind blew and almost knocked her small body over.

She staggered a few steps before she stood firm.

Yan Heng's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at her figure and said, "But the price of the herbs cannot be determined by the steward, you have to negotiate with me in person."

Xia Xiaorou stopped.

The pricing power is in Yan Heng's hands?

She bit her lip and after considering for a moment, she turned around and said, "Can you set the price right now? I really have something urgent to do and can't delay for too long."

Xia Xiaorou walked up to Yan Heng and looked up at him.

When she tilted her head back, she opened her collar a little, revealing a deep tooth mark on her collarbone.

The pink tooth marks last night had turned purple-red.

Yan Heng's eyes narrowed slightly.

Xia Xiaorou noticed that Yan Heng had been staring at her collar. Realizing something, she blushed and hurriedly covered her collar.

The corners of Yan Heng's lips moved slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile.

"Come up and talk." He moved aside and pointed to the car.

There was probably a stove in the carriage, and hot air was coming out.

There was also some incense, and a pleasant aroma lingered around Xia Xiaorou's consciousness.

She looked embarrassed, took two steps back, and shook her head, saying, "No."

But Yan Heng frowned, "If I keep the curtain open while talking to you, I will catch a cold if I get blown by the cold wind, Madam Xia."

Xia Xiaorou gritted her teeth secretly. He took a bath with her for such a long time last night, why didn't he tell her that he might catch a cold?

Yan Heng had a strange temper, and when he was happy, his smile was as bright as the spring breeze. She kicked and bit him, called him a male dog in heat, smashed his jade pendant, tore his clothes, and let his beloved horse run away, but he still spoke to her gently.

But sometimes he would smash teacups at her for no reason, make her stand barefoot in the snow to freeze, lock her up and starve her for a whole day, and punish her by making her stand and copy 100 pages of "History of the State of Zhao".

Xia Xiaorou couldn't guess what Yan Heng was thinking at the moment. In order to earn his money, she had to listen to his request and climbed into the carriage.

The carriage was as wide as a bed.

Xia Xiaorou found a corner and sat down.

The car curtain was lowered, and the heat from the charcoal stove in the car made Xia Xiaorou feel warm all over.

She lowered her shoulders that had shrunk due to the cold, and looked up at Yan Heng, "What herbs do you want?"

Yan Heng was wearing a crescent-colored casual brocade gown, leaning against a rosewood armchair with her collar slightly open. When she raised her arms to rest her head, the slanted and vertical fingernail marks and mottled tooth marks on her chest were exposed.

Thinking that these were all her own masterpieces, Xia Xiaorou's face suddenly turned red. She hurriedly looked away and hid herself even further into the corner.

Yan Heng's eyes moved across Xia Xiaorou's face, looking at her lazily, "Why are you sitting so far away? Come here."