Abandoned daughter takes charge of the family, so rich that even the best people can't envy

After a round of shopping, I bought a lot of things and of course spent a lot of money.

After counting, I found that I had spent more than thirty taels of silver.

The main reason is that some iron items such as iron pots, hoes, machetes, etc. are too expensive.

Is this money so precious?

Thinking about my brother’s legs, I don’t know how much it will cost, and the house at home.

There were scorpions in the house. It was an old adobe house, and I was afraid it had become a scorpion nest. Even after spreading lime, she still felt uncomfortable.

We still have to find a way to rebuild it so that it can be lived in.

Since I was reborn into this dynasty and this farming family, I also need land.

When you calculate it this way, the little money you have is really nothing.

Song Jinxiu also had no concept of silver. In fact, for ordinary farmers, thirty taels of silver was a huge sum of money. Some people could not earn thirty taels of silver in their entire lives.

I bought some steamed buns and vegetable cakes. When I returned to the clinic, my brother had already taken the medicine and fallen asleep.

Not seeing her sister, Song Jinxiu became a little anxious.

Did this child go out?

This is the first time for these sisters to come to the county town. If the child runs around, he must be careful not to get lost.

When Song Jinxiu was anxious, she saw a little man staggering towards her carrying a big bag that was taller than her.

Isn’t it my nine-year-old sister?

Song Jinxiu hurried over and took the thing from her hand.

"What is this? Where did you get it?"

Song Jinxiu looked at the pile of smelly dirty sheets in her hands and asked with disgust.

"Sister, these are the sheets from the hospital ward. Washing one costs one penny, and I stole ten sheets. Here's the ten pennies, sister!"

Song Jinfang wiped the sweat from her face, looking excited.

Song Jinxiu: ...

These sheets are made of coarse cotton, thick and heavy. It only costs one penny to wash one, and it makes this child so happy?

Song Jinxiu asked, "Do we still have to fight for the sheets to be washed?"

"Well, several ladies are waiting there. If it weren't for the medicine boy helping me, I wouldn't be able to grab it."

Song Jinxiu tidied her messy hair with concern.

"Look at how dirty your face is! The sheets have been used by patients. They are so dirty! I don't know if there are any infectious bacteria. Go wash your face."

Song Jinfang smiled and nodded, took two steps, and suddenly stamped her feet in panic, saying:

"Oh, sister, I forgot to grab the basin. How can we wash the sheets without a basin? Oh, what should I do? What should I do?"

Seeing the little girl's annoyed look, Song Jinxiu rubbed her head and said, "Why are you so anxious? If there is no basin, we won't wash. Let others wash it."

The little girl was even more anxious. "How can I do that? I managed to snatch it with such great difficulty that my nails are broken. This is ten cents!"

Song Jinfang widened her eyes, a look of disbelief on her face.

What's wrong with me today? Can I just say I don't want it for ten cents?

Only then did Song Jinxiu discover that the child's nails were broken and there was a faint trace of blood on his fingers.

She quickly grabbed her hand and went back to the ward with a serious face.

The little girl was pulled away by her sister, anxiously pointing at the bundle thrown on the ground, "Bed sheet..."

"Leave it there for now. Let me disinfect your hands first."

There is a wound on my hand, and I handled those dirty sheets. I wonder if it will be infected with bad bacteria.

After entering the ward, Song Jinxiu took out a cotton ball with iodine from her sleeve pocket (actually, from the space) and disinfected her finger carefully. Then she covered it with a Band-Aid.

Song Jinfang watched curiously as her sister wiped her hands with the red stuff and then wrapped her fingers with the strange stuff. She then earnestly told her not to get them wet.

When did I become so precious?

In the past, let alone such a minor injury, even if a piece of flesh was cut off by a kitchen knife, it could be healed by wiping it with wood ash.

Seeing the suspicion in her sister's eyes, Song Jinxiu glared at him and said seriously: "This is in a hospital, a clinic. There are many germs. If you get injured, it's easy to get infected. So you have to be extra cautious, understand?"

"Oh, I know."

Song Jinfang didn't quite understand, but she knew her sister was doing it for her own good, so she nodded obediently.

"But, sister, what about the bed sheets? I wonder if I can find a wooden basin now?" The little girl was still worried.

Song Jinxiu disagreed, "We won't wash the sheets. Let others wash them."

"But ten cents..."

"I know, it's ten cents, but don't you think about it? There's so much stuff, and we don't have any soap nuts. How long will it take to wash it with wood ash?"

"It's worth it even if I have to wash until midnight, sister. It's ten cents." Song Jinfang repeatedly emphasized the ten cents.

Song Jinxiu looked at the anxiety in her sister's eyes and sighed.

Yes, ten cents might really be a lot of money for the original owner's sisters.

Thinking back to the summers before, when the two sisters would collect cicada shells and earn only ten cents a month, they were so happy. Now, after washing the sheets, they can earn ten cents a day, which is indeed a considerable income.

"Little sister, I'm rich now. I pawned my things. Our family is not short of money anymore."

"Sister, I know you have become my mother's hairpin, but can five hundred coins save my brother? I don't want my brother to die." Song Jinfang sobbed as she spoke.

Five hundred liters?

Song Jinxiu had no choice but to pull her behind the door and whispered, "It's not five hundred coins, nor is it a hairpin. It's a treasure given by an immortal. I pawned it for five hundred taels. I'm sure I can cure your leg."

"Huh? Hiccup, hiccup,"

The little girl covered her mouth in surprise and started burping.

Song Jinxiu helped her to calm down helplessly, and took out two silver ingots from her sleeve pocket, actually from the space, and showed them to her.

"It's true. I have more than a dozen of these ingots."

The little girl was so frightened that she quickly covered her mouth. She stopped hiccuping and said quickly:

"Oh, sister, put it away quickly, put it away quickly. Don't let anyone see it."

Song Jinxiu put away the silver ingots and whispered to her sister, "Don't tell anyone about this, and don't let my younger brother know. He is still young and doesn't know how to keep a secret."

"Well, I know. I won't say anything. I never told you about the time we sold cicada monkey skins before."

Song Jinxiu naturally wouldn't wash the sheets, and she wouldn't let her younger sister wash them even though her younger sister had a finger injury. So she gave them to the family of a patient next door.

Seeing the aunt next door happily taking the bag and going to the well to fetch water to wash the sheets, Song Jinfang still felt a little reluctant to let her go.

Although she saw the silver with her own eyes, the little girl always felt that copper coins were the real money.

Besides, making money is a good thing. Who would complain about having too much money?

But her sister just didn't want to earn this money, and wouldn't let her earn it. Song Jinfang looked at her fingers and sulked.

Oh! What a bad time to get hurt.

When it was dinner time, Song Jinxiu woke up her brother and stuffed the anti-inflammatory medicine into his mouth when he was not paying attention.

"Brother, drink some water and wash the medicine down directly."

This time, Song Chunsheng found something wrong. Why didn’t this medicine have the sticky and disgusting smell of traditional Chinese medicine pills?

After drinking the water, Song Chunsheng asked curiously, "What kind of medicine is this? It looks like soybeans."

"Yes, the doctor gave it to me. I heard it works well, so just take it. Also, I have to drink all the water."

The water came from the original clear spring in the space, and Song Jinxiu also soaked Bodhi leaves in it.

So although this water does not have the extraordinary spiritual energy of the spiritual dew, it is also nurtured by Bodhi Jianmu, and is very beneficial to my brother's health.

Although Linglu is a good thing, not everyone can eat it.

Her brother had no spiritual veins, and if he blindly consumed the spiritual dew, his body would explode and die. So she could only settle for the next best thing.