The moon falling to the ground

Yang Xiaochun patted his chest and assured: "No problem, my mother will definitely agree."

Jian Yue immediately took advantage of the situation and said, "Wait for me at the door. I'll go to Grandpa Ma to get the medicine."

Jian Yue kept all the herbs she needed and gave the rest to Doctor Ma.

As soon as the two men left the foot of the mountain, two villagers who had gone up the mountain to collect firewood came down the mountain carrying Wang Debao, who had a broken leg.

Doctor Ma discovered that the herbs this time were not only of many varieties but also of good quality, and some of them were quite valuable.

"Are you really going to give it to me?" Doctor Ma asked. Jian Yue nodded.

"Do you know how much these herbs are worth?"

Jian Yue shook her head. She didn't know the prices in Nanchang. She said her ultimate goal: "I want to ask Grandpa Ma for a favor. In the future, I will give half of the herbs I pick to Grandpa Ma, and ask Grandpa Ma to sell the other half for me. Is that okay?"

Doctor Ma looked at her carefully and nodded: "Okay, don't worry, I won't tell anyone. If anyone asks, I will say that you picked herbs for me to thank me for the medicine I gave you before. Besides, I told you the herbs you know."

Doctor Ma is a wise old man. He knows Jian Yue's situation in the Jian family and guesses that Jian Yue has a secret and is hiding something. But he did not point it out.

"Thank you, Grandpa Ma!" Jian Yue bowed deeply to Dr. Ma.

Doctor Ma waved his hand and said, "You're welcome. The herbs you collected saved me a lot of effort." He glanced at Jian Yue and said, "I checked your father this morning. He was drugged and given a strong laxative. I've never seen that kind of laxative before. Anyway, I can't make an antidote. Your parents hired a bullock cart to go to town to check it out."

Jian Yue nodded, her reaction was cold, and she didn't look worried at all.

She didn't know the level of medical skills in Nanchang State, and just hoped that no one could detoxify the laxative she prepared.

Doctor Ma was surprised. He could hardly understand this skinny girl.

At this time, a group of people hurried towards the Ma family yard.

"Doctor Ma, please save my Debao. Debao fell from the mountain." An old voice with a crying tone came from afar.

Jian Yue looked back and saw a villager carrying the unconscious Wang Debao. Next to him was a gray-haired, hunchbacked old woman, crying and shouting for Doctor Ma to help her. Behind them, there was a group of villagers watching the excitement.

Wang Debao was put on the ground. His clothes were covered with holes. His head was bruised, his black face was covered with scratches, and his legs were twisted in an abnormal position.

Jian Yue was pushed aside by the crowd. Without even looking at Wang Debao's injuries, she knew that Doctor Ma's medical skills could not cure him.

Sure enough, after the examination, Dr. Ma simply treated Wang Debao, shook his head, and said to Wang Debao's mother: "I can't treat this kind of serious injury. You should go to the town as soon as possible!"

It costs a lot of money to go to town, which is a very unrealistic thing for the impoverished Wang family.

Mrs. Wang also knew that her son would die if he left the courtyard. There were only a few dozen copper coins in the family, and if they went to the town, it would not even be enough for the medical fee.

Mrs. Wang knelt down and said, "Doctor Ma, please be kind and save Debao! You know our family's situation. We don't have money to go to town to see a doctor."

Doctor Ma shook his head: "My medical skills are limited, and I can't save Debao's legs. His head was also seriously injured, and I don't know if he can wake up..."

"Doctor Ma, please, we really have no other choice." Mrs. Wang begged desperately and kowtowed to Doctor Ma continuously.

Wang Debao was a well-known scoundrel in the village, and was usually not well-liked by the villagers. But now he was covered in blood, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive, which aroused the sympathy of many people. Some villagers advised Doctor Ma to do his best.

Doctor Ma sighed and said to Mrs. Wang, "I can try my best, but it depends on his luck what will happen to Debao when he wakes up. His injury requires some precious medicinal herbs, and the cost of the medicine will be at least one or two taels of silver."

Mrs. Wang was dumbfounded, and her tear-stained face was in embarrassment: "Doctor Ma, please be kind! Our family doesn't have that much money."

Doctor Ma laughed angrily: "I won't earn a penny from you, but you need some capital! If you despise me, just take me away!"

Sure enough, there must be something hateful about poor people.

Jian Yue quietly left the Ma family yard and found Yang Xiaochun outside the crowd. She called Yang Xiaochun and they left.

"Zhao Di, I have already told my mother. My mother told you to go. Don't be embarrassed." Yang Xiaochun said to Jian Yue on the way.

When they arrived at Yang's house, Yang Xiaochun's mother was cooking in the kitchen, while Yang Xiaochun's elder brother Yang Gui and Yang Xiaochun's father Yang Cheng were repairing hoes.

"Uncle Yang, Brother Yang." Jian Yue called them one by one.

Yang Cheng and his son both had smiles on their faces.

"Zhao Di is here." Yang Cheng responded with a smile.

Yang Gui said with a simple and honest face: "Sister Zhaodi."

Yang Xiaochun's mother heard the voice and came out of the kitchen: "Zhao Di, the pottery jar has been cleaned, do you want to use it now?"

"Use it now, thank you, Aunt Yang." Jian Yue put down the backpack, and Yang Xiaochun quickly took out the pottery jar.

There were three flat stones placed in a triangle against the kitchen wall, and Yang Xiaochun placed the pottery jar on them.

Jian Yue picked out some herbs for replenishing qi and blood, washed them, put them in a ceramic jar, added appropriate amount of water, and lit the fire.

Yang Xiaochun squatted aside and watched. She admired Zhaodi very much. The herbs that Dr. Ma prescribed were not put together, but Zhaodi was able to find them accurately. What a good memory!

Jian Yue drank the medicine at Yang's house before going home.

The stove at home is cold and there is no one to cook.

Mr. and Mrs. Jian Dacheng had just returned from town and hadn't even had a drink of boiled water.

Jian Xiaohe didn't know how to boil water, and she was so thirsty that she couldn't help but secretly drink a few sips of cold water. Her mother didn't let her drink raw water, saying it was bad for girls. But she was so thirsty that she didn't care about anything else.

Qian was boiling water while cursing Jian Zhaodi, and her nostrils were almost spitting fire.

Jian Dacheng went to the toilet every half an hour. His legs were as soft as noodles, and Juhua was also suffering. She had to be supported by someone to go to the toilet. At this time, he was sitting under the tree, leaning against the stone table.

Seeing Jian Yue coming in with an empty backpack, he stared at her gloomily.

"Mom, Jian Zhaodi is back, you'd better beat her to death quickly." Jian Xiaohe screamed.

In the morning, Qian and Jian Dacheng cleaned themselves up and found that the lock on the cupboard was broken when they were cooking. There was less flour, brown sugar and eggs. Qian was furious and wanted to cut Jian Zhaodi into pieces. She swore that she would teach Jian Zhaodi a lesson when she came back.

Qian rushed out of the kitchen with a fire poker. Before she could reach Jian Yue, Jian Yue raised her machete and said in a cold voice, "Come on! Kill one to take the blame, kill two to make no loss, kill three to make a killing."

Qian hurriedly braked...