To support exiled officials, start by worshipping the God of Wealth

Jiusu didn't dare to go to Tian's house.

After all, I almost became Mr. Tian’s twentieth concubine when I first came here, but I’ll write it down first, as it will come in handy eventually.

Fangxing Building.

As the limited quantity of spicy fried pork intestines has been expanded, more people are eating it.

When Manager Fang saw Jiusu, he asked, "Is everything done?"

Jiusu shook his head, looked at the contract handed over, and sighed: "The county magistrate wants twenty taels of silver, and I want to find a prestigious person to accompany me, so I have to think about it carefully."

Seeing that there was no problem with the contract, she signed it.

Sauces and vinegar are all sold at market prices, while salt and sugar are expensive, costing five cents more per pound.

Shopkeeper Fang happily put away the contract. After learning about her family's situation, he suggested, "Master Qian wants to spend a lot of money to ask you to cook a meal. He is rich and powerful in the local area. You can ask him to accompany you. The county magistrate should give Master Qian some money."

Jiusu tapped the wooden table with his hands, as if he was considering something.

"Why does a meal cost so much money? What is it for? Who is it for?"

"Mr. Qian's wife has been bedridden for many years and has been depressed. She can't eat and doesn't like to take medicine. Now her health has collapsed. If this continues, I'm afraid...ah..." Shopkeeper Fang lowered his voice and explained the situation to her.

It goes without saying that the fuel will run out.

Jiusu sighed and said, "In that case, I will go and give it a try. Thank you, Shopkeeper Fang."

"You're welcome." Shopkeeper Fang watched her back.

He knew in his heart that helping her was also helping himself. He finally understood that Jiusu was an extraordinary woman, just like a golden scale.

"How can a golden fish be kept in a pond..."

Miss Jiu will definitely

Qian Mansion.

Jiusu recognized the place; it was right next to her home. Thinking of being able to escape from the Chen family, she took a deep breath, walked up to the gatekeeper and explained her situation.

So I waited at the door.

The guard came running over in a hurry, sweat on his head, "Miss, please come in."

"Thank you."

When she arrived at the main courtyard, before Jiusu got close, she saw two people standing in front of the stone table in the yard, waiting for her anxiously.

The two of them behaved very intimately, they must be a couple.

The lady is lying on the hospital bed.

I guess one is Master Qian and the other is the concubine.

There was a flash of surprise in Mr. Qian's eyes. He didn't expect it was a little girl. He asked politely, "Are you the magic chef that Shopkeeper Fang mentioned?"

“…You are too kind.”

Jiusu folded her fingers and dug her toes into the ground. Divine chef? Was that how Shopkeeper Fang introduced her? It was a little embarrassing.

After all, there are no serious chefs in modern times.

She lived alone and had a bad stomach, so she learned how to cook through "social software" and used delicious food to please her stomach and herself.

The concubine has a bright and elegant appearance, generous manners, and a pleasant way of conversation.

"Miss Jiu, you have worked hard on the journey. Please have some tea." She motioned for Jiusu to sit down and poured a cup of tea herself.

Jiusu sat down and thought, aren't all concubines scheming? She is so gentle.

Mr. Qian's eyes revealed sadness. He spoke slowly, as if he was telling a story: "Seven years ago, we lived in Shengjing. Madam was trapped in a fire, and the beams of the house fell on her. Since then, Madam has been weak and dazed, becoming more and more stubborn. She keeps talking nonsense every day. Ah He and I try different ways to cheer her up, but her condition gets worse and worse."

Lu He shook her head helplessly.

"I proposed to leave Shengjing and return to my hometown to settle down. My sister's illness has been cured for a while, but..."

"There's nothing bad to say. It's just that rebellious son who is ignorant and always makes her angry." Mr. Qian rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a surge of anger in his heart when he thought of his good-for-nothing son.

He is a burden to the Qian family! He is a burden to Madam Qian! I really regret giving birth to him.

The Qian family was in such a mess that it was inconvenient to listen to these secrets. Jiusu interrupted at the right time, "I'm going to go see the lady. Can you two wait here?"

After getting permission, she followed the maid inside.

The beauty's face was pale. She half leaned back, staring at one place, not knowing what she was thinking. The maid whispered, "Madam, a guest has arrived."

Mrs. Qian looked up, saw Jiusu, and forced a pale smile.

"Young lady, please sit down. You are the cook that the master mentioned, right?"

"How does Madam know?" There was a hint of surprise in Jiusu's eyes. The maid brought a round stool and she sat stiffly. The woman in front of her was so gentle that she seemed like a painting.

Even though he was plagued by illness, he remained graceful and never showed any anger.

Anyone who saw such a gentle beauty would stop for a moment. She lowered her voice again and again, fearing to alarm Mrs. Qian. Who would have thought that this was Qian Junjie's mother? It was like an angel giving birth to a devil.

Mrs. Qian spoke in a weak voice, "Ordinary people can't enter my yard."

Seeing her like this, Jiusu didn't say any more pleasantries.

Ask directly: "Mrs. Qian, is there anything you like to eat? If I know how to cook it, I will do my best to make it for you."

Mrs. Qian shook her head with a faint smile on her lips.

"There's nothing you want to eat, don't bother, girl."

Hearing this, Jiusu took the initiative to ask: "Can I take your pulse?"

"You know medical skills?" Mrs. Qian's eyes flashed with surprise, and her voice was tinged with strength. She stretched out her hand and said, "Look, I'm dying anyway, so I'm not afraid of being seen."

Jiusu couldn't help feeling sad when facing such a frail beauty.

He placed his fingers on the pale, slender arm, took a deep breath, and diagnosed quietly. The face was pale, the lips and nails were pale, the body was thin, the appetite was poor, and the pulse was weak. "Madam, can you stick out your tongue?"

Mrs. Qian stuck out her tongue.

The tongue is pale and the coating is white.

When the maid saw Jiusu stop, she bent down and asked with concern, "Miss Shenchu, how is my wife?"

Jiusu pondered for a moment and looked at Mrs. Qian. His voice was calm, but his tone was so certain that people could not help but believe it.

"If Madam cooperates, I am 100% sure."

"Cooperate! Cooperate, we will cooperate!" The maid quickly knelt on the ground and looked up at Jiusu. She didn't react for a moment, her eyes were red, "We will definitely cooperate!"

Mrs. Qian smiled faintly, "Miss Jiu, please don't try to make me happy..."

"Madam, I'm not trying to make you happy. As long as you think it through, I promise that you will have a lively and happy New Year!" Jiusu calculated the time. Chinese medicine takes a long time to take effect, and it will take about three months to take effect, which is just in time for the New Year.

Hear the words.

The maid quickly said, "Miss Jiu, I trust you. Tell us whatever you need."

Mrs. Qian looked at the maid and sighed slightly.

"There's no point in me living..."

"Madam, please don't say that." The maid burst into tears and held Madam's hand tightly. "Just think of it as this for me. If you leave, I won't live either."

Jiusu advised: "People live their whole lives for themselves."

Mrs. Qian wiped away her tears gently. She felt that she had no strength left in her body. She slowly lay down, covered with the quilt, and felt a little warmth.

"Okay, then it's up to you."

It seemed like a dream. The cook was clearly trying to find a way to get her to eat, so how did he become a doctor?