After traveling through time, she went to practice her way of making money

"Uncle Zhao, you're going too far! How can I just play around every day? Right, third brother?" Su Shi'an looked at Su Shirong, who was also running and panting, with a face full of grievance.

Su Shirong also panted hard and responded: "That's right, An An is very busy every day."

"Third Young Master, you can't be like him, studying hard and learning to read every day. You should know that practicing martial arts is also very important. Don't be like the fourth young master, who thinks about making money all the time..." Su Shian was scolded again...

On weekdays, Su Shian always wore men's clothes, and when she went out, Zhao Yi directly called her the Fourth Young Master to avoid attracting other people's attention. Su Shian was happy to accept this, after all, although there were not many restrictions on women here, it was still difficult to avoid prejudice because of her female body.

About half an hour later, Zhao had led the two siblings to the hiding place of Hongdou and others - a dilapidated temple with the powerful words "Qixia" faintly visible on the plaque on the door.

At this moment, Wu Er's voice suddenly came from the haystack next to him: "My two lords, Uncle Zhao, you are finally here!"

Then, another girl's voice rang out: "Brother Wu'er, we found you. You lost this time."

"Yes, yes, yes, I give up. Let's stop playing! Look, there are guests visiting. You should go find Sister Hongdou and the others and come back."

Hearing this, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly ran towards the mountainside and shouted, "Okay!"

At the same time, the younger boy standing next to him stamped his feet and muttered unhappily: "Humph, Brother Wu'er doesn't want to play when he loses. You obviously want to accompany them..."

"Be good, little Douzi. I'll play with you another day." Wu'er saw this and hurriedly explained to Su Shirong and Su Shian with a smile, "Little Douzi is still young and doesn't understand things. Please don't be offended, gentlemen!"

At this moment, Su Shian noticed the little guy in front of her who was younger than herself, stamping his feet with a wronged look on his face, and she couldn't help but feel happy. She quickly waved her hands and responded with a smile: "It's okay, we don't mind. By the way, were you playing hide-and-seek just now?"

"That's right! Welcome to us...to where we live..." Wu'er was about to go in and sit down, but then he realized that there was no hiding place around that could accommodate the three of them, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Su Shirong was keenly aware of Wu'er's predicament, so he cleverly changed the subject and asked anxiously: "Where did Sister Hongdou and the others go? Did they go to do anything?"

"They ran to the ditch nearby, saying they wanted to see if there were any fish in it..."

A voice came from inside: "Wu'er, who's here?"

Wu Er quickly moved sideways around a piece of tattered cloth hanging there, stretched out his hand to lift it up, and saw a man in his fifties curled up behind the cloth. His face was as pale as paper, his body was extremely thin, and it was obvious at a glance that he was suffering from illness.

"Old Man Hong, he's the young master of the Su family shop, and Uncle Zhao who helped us invite a doctor last time." Wu'er said softly.

Old Man Hong struggled to move his body, trying to prop himself up and sit up. However, Zhao Yi, who was standing by, had already put down the things he was carrying and hurriedly dissuaded him, saying, "Don't move. Moving like this will affect the recovery of your legs. In the end, you and these children will be the ones who suffer."

"Well, okay." Father Hong understood the concern in Zhao Yi's words and quickly expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Brother Zhao, and thank you, the two young masters."

Su Shian nodded politely and responded: "You're welcome!"

Then, Su Shian looked around, but did not see anyone else. He was a little confused, so he asked, "Wu'er, where are the other people here? I heard that there are two old ladies here, right? According to common sense, they are older than Old Man Hong, and they should not go out to work."

Wu Er looked at everyone's puzzled expressions, scratched his head and explained, "Today they were called by Mr. Du's family to help."

"Help?" Zhao Yi, Su Shirong and Su Shian asked in unison, with puzzled expressions on their faces. What could a rich man's family need help from someone living in a dilapidated temple for? They have plenty of money, so it's easy for them to ask anyone for help.

Wu'er nodded and answered affirmatively: "Yes! I heard that Mr. Du's mother needs someone to clean the room." However, how could he, a little beggar, know the specific reason why the two mothers-in-law were asked to help.

Zhao Yi said thoughtfully, "I heard rumors that Madam Du has been bedridden for many years. Now it seems that the rumors are probably true."

Su Shian, who was standing by, became interested when he heard what Zhao Yi said, and asked, "Ah? Uncle Zhao knows about this?" He looked at Zhao Yi expectantly, hoping that he could say more about Mr. Du's family.

However, Zhao Yi waved his hand and said impatiently: "I don't know, don't ask me, I don't want to know and I don't want to say." After that, he turned and walked away, leaving Su Shian standing there with a confused look on his face.

"Okay, sister, Uncle Zhao must have his reasons for doing this." Su Shirong looked helplessly at Su Shian who was determined to get to the bottom of the matter. Then, she turned her gaze to Old Man Hong and asked with concern: "Old Man Hong, has your father's condition improved? Uncle Zhao, do you need to invite another doctor to take a look?"

Zhao Yi heard this and squatted down. After carefully checking Old Man Hong's injured leg, he asked, "Have you moved around randomly in the past few days?"

Old Man Hong looked flustered and quickly waved his hands to deny, "No, no, I was lying in bed the whole time."

Zhao Yi was obviously skeptical about this answer, so he turned to Wu'er and asked him to report the truth. Wu'er had no choice but to answer, "When we were at home, Father Hong did not move much. But if we were out, then..."

"Hmm, it's just hard to tell!" Zhao Yi found it more and more unbelievable, and couldn't help but frown and question, "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival, and the doctors naturally have to take a day off to celebrate the festival. Tomorrow, I will try to invite a doctor to treat you. I hope you really didn't move around, otherwise not only will the wound that just healed two days ago rupture again, but the bones will have to be broken and reconnected again..."