The female general of the last days returned to ancient times to raise a young prostitute

After examining Old Mrs. Mo's injuries, Mo Rao asked the doctor to check on Mr. Mo.

Father Mo always limps when he walks.

It was obvious that Father Mo was forcing himself to walk. The injuries from the last beating hadn't fully healed yet, and he was injured again this time.

Mo Rao was somewhat uneasy.

The family watched the doctor taking Mr. Mo's pulse, their hearts tense.

The doctor took my pulse and said, "It's nothing serious, just a flesh wound. It's probably an old injury, a new one added to the old one, that's why it's so serious. Just take a few doses of medicine and it will be fine."

When the family heard the doctor's words, their hearts sank again.

Fortunately, Father Mo's leg was only swollen. No bones were broken. Mo Rao felt relieved after confirming that there was nothing serious. The doctor prescribed some more medicine for Father Mo.

The doctor prescribed some medicine, packed up his medicine box and left.

Mo Rao didn't dare suture Old Lady Mo's wound. After all, there was no anesthetic in those days. She was worried that Old Lady Mo, at her age, wouldn't be able to endure it.

Wounds like this don't need sutures. As long as they're properly cared for, there shouldn't be any problems. At most, they'll heal more slowly.

Even after taking the medicine, Old Lady Mo still developed a high fever that night. This was all within Mo Rao's expectations. Fortunately, the doctor had also left her some herbal medicine to reduce the fever. The medicine was kept warm in the medicine jar.

After giving Mrs. Mo some medicine to reduce her fever, the family kept wiping her body.

One night, the whole family took turns to take care of Mrs. Mo.

Fortunately, at dawn the next day, Mrs. Mo's fever subsided.

The whole family finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When Old Mrs. Mo woke up in the morning, she didn't expect that she was still alive.

She had felt herself getting weaker and weaker, and she thought she was going to die.

did not expect…

The brothers and sisters ran to Mrs. Mo and said: Grandma, are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?

I don't feel any discomfort now, just a little weak.

"Grandma, you've lost too much blood. Just take some medicine and you'll be fine. I'll make you something delicious to replenish your body," Mo Rao said.

You make delicious food for me, but forget it. I still prefer your mother's cooking. Or Erya is also fine.

"Grandma, how can you discourage me like this? You're discouraging my enthusiasm for cooking," Mo Rao said mischievously.

But grandma, even though I'm not a great cook, I can make money. From now on, I'll make sure you have delicious food and spicy drinks every day. I'll also hire some good cooks to serve you.

Brother, let me see what we achieved yesterday.

Mo Qingshan thought about the silver in the backpack. He had spent the whole night taking care of Old Lady Mo and had no time to count the silver.

As she spoke, Mo Rao also moved the table directly to the side of Old Lady Mo's bed.

Old Mrs. Mo said with a smile: It’s such a big deal?

That's a must, Mo Rao said.

Mo Qingshan took out the things from the backpack one by one. Every time he took something out, Old Lady Mo felt a pang of pain. "You prodigal son, why did you buy all these things again? Life is unbearable!"

"Grandma, that's not the point. Are you watching?" Mo Rao said.

Mo Qingshan poured the silver directly onto the table. The sound of it clattering made everyone's eyes widen with excitement.

Mo's father and mother just happened to come in from outside. Seeing the pile of silver on the table, they were so scared that they quickly ran outside and closed the door.

You little bastards? Do you know what it means to not show off your wealth? You're showing off your wealth in broad daylight with the door wide open, unafraid of being targeted by thieves.

Mo Rao curled her lips and said: Who would come to our house so early in the morning?

You silly girl, I really don't know what to say to you. There is always a chance of something happening.

There are a lot of people coming and going in our house these days as we are building a house, so we’d better be careful.

“I understand, mother,” Mo Rao replied.

Let's count the silver together. Look at all this silver. It's all earned by your daughter.

Mr. and Mrs. Mo were almost dazzled by the silver on the table.

Why so much silver?

Your daughter earned all this. Come on, let's count the money.

Old Mrs. Mo looked at the silver on the table and seemed to perk up.

Looking at this silver, I no longer feel dizzy. I feel like I am cured.

Mo Sanya said with a smile: If grandma touches the silver, maybe she will be able to run and jump.

Mo Sanya's words made the whole family laugh.

As they were counting, they lost their minds. Mo Rao teased, "You didn't even know the silver was stolen. Next time, we need to improve our math skills."

Old Mrs. Mo touched the silver and her mouth was almost grinning to the back of her head.

In the end, Mo Rao was the only one who counted the silver. The total amount was 1,190 taels.

Zhang Lanlan hadn't expected this. Her sister-in-law's speed at making money was truly astonishing. She'd bought a tattered piece of clothing for a few dozen taels, and sold it for over a thousand.

The money was naturally given to Old Lady Mo. After all, they had separated, and Old Lady Mo was the head of their family.

Give Mo's mother a silver ingot of ten taels, and give Mo Qingshan and his wife ten taels of silver.

Even Mo Erniang, Mo Sanniang, and Mo Baoshan each received ten taels of silver, but this silver was given to Mo's mother for safekeeping.

He said that he would give them the money when they really needed it.

Mrs. Mo took out another 140 taels of silver from the vault and gave it to herself. "I plan to use this 140 taels to buy land."

The remaining one thousand taels belong to Mo Yatou. This money was earned by the eldest girl. Naturally, it should belong to her. Do you have any objections?

"No," the whole family said in unison.

After saying that, Mrs. Mo drove the whole family out, leaving Mo Rao alone.

Everyone knew that Old Lady Mo was going to hide her money.

"Big girl, dig out the two jars from under my bed," said Mrs. Mo.

Meng Rao lowered her head and looked under the bed, and sure enough, she saw a place where the soil was particularly loose.

Mo Rao dug at the soil with her hands. After a few strokes, the jar underneath was revealed.

Mo Rao took the jar out and said: Grandma, your jar is too small. It seems that the silver cannot be put in it.

"It can't hold it all, let's get a bigger jar," said Mrs. Mu.