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

Song Chunsheng felt that either he was dreaming or his sister was talking nonsense.

He thought that the exquisite silver tableware, which was pawned for fifty taels, might have been given by the pawnshop because of its exquisite workmanship.

But what did my sister just say about the crystal ball that can give five hundred taels?

What is a crystal ball? Is it that valuable?

If it is so valuable, it would be enough to buy ten ginseng roots. Why would you give it to your sister just for one ginseng?

Look at your brother's face full of disbelief that you are lying.

Song Jinxiu had no choice but to repeat the same trick and let her brother see the white silver ingot.

So, Song Chunsheng transformed himself into a devout believer and chanted "Amitabha" all night long.

The medicine was changed again at night.

When he woke up the next day, Song Chunsheng felt his legs felt much more comfortable.

After breakfast, he couldn't help but say, "I feel like my legs are a little itchy, and they're not as uncomfortable anymore. Is the swelling gone down?"

Yesterday, the swelling made his senses dull and his entire legs felt numb and swollen. Today, he felt as if his legs had returned to him and he could feel them clearly, as if bugs were crawling on his skin.

"Let me see," Song Jinxiu hurried over.

As she untied the white cloth, she explained, "The itching might be due to the medicinal paste. I'll change the dressing for you."

"If you don't sleep during the day, we can change the medicine and then we won't need to wrap it with cloth. Without the cloth, it won't be so itchy."

After the white cloth was untied, although the medicine was still applied, it was obvious that the swelling in the legs had subsided a lot.

"Brother, your legs seem to have gone down in size. Look, they're much thinner than they were yesterday."

Song Jinxiu used a bamboo stick to gently scrape off the medicinal paste on the top. Seeing her brother's calves were obviously thinner, Song Jinxiu breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it was expected, she finally felt relieved when she saw the actual effect.

Just then, the young doctor from yesterday came over for rounds.

"Huh? The swelling went down so quickly? It's a miracle."

Based on their experience, this person's leg would most likely need amputation. Unexpectedly, the swelling had gone down.

He looked at Song Chunsheng's legs raised on the stool, and his mind moved. Could it be because of the raised legs?

It seems that if I encounter this kind of injury in the future, I will try this method of lifting it.

He nodded and wrote down his thoughts on a bamboo slip so that he could discuss them with his grandfather later.

"Okay, okay, I'll increase the dosage of the topical medication today. I think the bone can be corrected tomorrow."

The young doctor was very excited. If they could save the child's leg, they would have new experience.

He solemnly instructed the medicine boy, "Today, we'll use the same prescription as before, using the medicine from the large warehouse. Hurry up and reduce the swelling in his leg. Set his bones straight as soon as possible so he doesn't suffer any more."

After hearing the young doctor's words, the four brothers and sisters were very happy, and Song Chunsheng even had tears in his eyes.

He was so thrilled that he didn't have to have his limbs amputated. He was so thankful that he was still a whole person.

After the doctor left, Song Jinxiu fed her brother some anti-inflammatory medicine. She didn't show him what the medicine looked like anyway, so she just stuffed it into his mouth when he was not paying attention.

Song Chunsheng also got used to being fed by his sister.

Anyway, this medicine is not bitter, so just take it if you are told to, and drink water if you are told to.

There was only enough medicinal mud left in the space for one use. Fortunately, the medicine prescribed by the young doctor this time was good and sufficient. It could also play a certain role.

At noon, Song Jinxiu borrowed the stove from the clinic and stewed the chicken.

When the chicken soup was served, Xiao Qiu was so greedy that his saliva kept drooling.

Perhaps because he had the five hundred taels as a backing, Song Chunsheng smiled and said nothing this time. However, Song Jinxiu still noticed his secretly swallowing saliva.

She shook her head and laughed. Her brother was still a child after all. No matter how hard he tried to act like an adult, he would still be greedy sometimes.

In fact, not only her brother was greedy, but she herself was also extremely greedy.

She had eaten roast duck and drank red wine the day before yesterday, so why was she so greedy?

Could it be that this body is too lacking in oil and water?

Song Jinxiu picked up a chicken drumstick and said to her drooling younger brother, "Call me big sister, or I won't let you eat."

Xiao Qiu Sheng opened his mouth anxiously, but no sound came out.

The child hasn’t spoken for so long, does he even forget how to pronounce words?

"Here, look at my mouth, big sis."

Song Jinxiu looked at him and demonstrated to him. Song Chunsheng and Song Jinfang also looked at the younger brother nervously.

Xiao Qiusheng looked at the chicken leg, then at Song Jinxiu, and finally uttered a hoarse voice, "Big Sister"

Hearing his voice, the three siblings looked at each other and smiled, then breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s good that he can make a sound. She thought the child was going to be autistic?

"Okay, that's great." Song Jinxiu smiled and scratched his nose, then handed him the bowl of chicken legs.

Xiao Qiusheng suddenly shook his head, pointed at his elder brother and said, "Eat."

Then he pointed to another bowl and said, "I'll eat it."

Song Jinxiu asked in surprise: "Are you going to give your chicken leg to me?"

"Yeah." Xiao Qiu Sheng nodded vigorously.

Xiao Qiusheng was very scared because his brother had injured his leg. He wanted his brother to get better soon.

Song Chunsheng quickly said, "Eat it, little brother. There's a lot of meat in this bowl."

"There's meat in my brother's bowl, and this is for my little brother. We little brothers all know that Kong Rong gave up his pears. He was such a good boy."

Song Jinxiu touched his head appreciatively.

This child looks like a big-headed doll. He must have not had enough to eat before. Seeing that he has less than 400 grams of meat on his body, Song Jinxiu feels a little distressed.

The little guy was praised and pursed his lips, but he couldn't hold them back. In the end, he grinned and laughed secretly while eating the chicken leg.

Song Jinxiu smiled. This was the look of a little child. He used to look like an old man, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Sister, what is Kong Rong giving up his pears?"

Song Jinfang took a big bite of chicken and asked vaguely.

"Kong Rong, he is a polite child just like me."

As Song Jinxiu spoke, she nodded at her younger brother who was listening with his ears perked up.

Song Jinfang lowered her head and smiled secretly.

Song Jinxiu continued, "One day, Kong Rong's father bought some pears and picked the largest one for Kong Rong. Kong Rong shook his head and picked the smallest pear instead, saying, 'I'm the youngest, so I should eat the smaller pear. Give your pear to me, brother.'"

Look, isn’t it the same as the younger brother letting the older brother eat the chicken leg? "

Xiao Qiusheng grinned, blinked his big eyes, and asked word by word: "Did Kong Rong's brother give it to him?"

The child had been holding it in for a long time before finally saying such a long sentence. Song Jinxiu was very pleased, but when he realized what his younger brother meant, he was speechless.

The child asked: Did Kong Rong's brother give the big pear to Kong Rong again?

That's all there is to the story of Kong Rong giving up his pears. We should learn from his humility. So what? Is there a sequel?

Glancing at the chicken leg in the little fellow's bowl, Song Jinxiu quickly said, "That's right. Kong Rong's brother is also a good man. They are friendly and respectful to each other, and the family is harmonious."

It is said that Kong Rong's brother died for Kong Rong. How could it be bad?

Song Jinfang looked at him with admiration, "Sister, you really know a lot."

"That's right. Back then, your sister... I was often beaten by grandma just for listening to Third Uncle's storytelling."

If she hadn't seen her brother's inquiring eyes, she would have almost said that she had studied hard for ten years.

Song Chunsheng was indeed surprised that his sister could speak so eloquently and what she said sounded so learned.

But then I figured it out.

Yes, every summer evening, Third Uncle liked to sit under the sycamore tree at the entrance of the village and tell stories. In the past, when his legs were still good, he would also squeeze in among the crowd to listen.