The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

Jiang Jinhe listened from the side and couldn't help but sneer.

"Brother, what you said is really funny. People who don't know me would think Huzi is my husband's own flesh and blood! The father isn't worried, so why should the brother-in-law be so anxious?"

Jiang Jinhe walked forward and glanced at Hu Zi. She saw that his face was pale and his lips were bluish, obvious signs of poisoning.

However, he had vomiting and diarrhea yesterday, and has been drowsy today. I guess the poison is not too serious, and the toxic substances should have been almost excreted. Now the body is probably in the stage of self-adjustment and recovery.

It may be because the body is weak, so it automatically enters a dormant state to protect itself.

"Jiang Jinhe, what do you mean?"

Zhang Xiuqin was so anxious that she jumped up and down, pointing her finger at Jiang Jinhe and scolding him.

Song Wenqin immediately stood in front of Jiang Jinhe and protected her behind him. His posture clearly showed that he was protecting her.

"Nothing interesting."

Jiang Jinhe shrugged nonchalantly.

But seeing the look on the child who was only ten years old, Jiang Jinhe couldn't bear it and said:

"I think he accidentally ate something he shouldn't have and got poisoned, but it doesn't look serious. He should be fine after two days of sleep. When he wakes up, just drink plenty of water and eat more to replenish his nutrition."

Mr. and Mrs. Song were half-believing and half-doubting. They remembered that they had indeed seen their son chewing some grass roots yesterday and saying that they were sweet, so they asked:

"real or fake?"

Jiang Jinhe rolled his eyes at them and said unhappily:

"Believe it or not."

Song Wenqin ordered them to leave:

"Is there anything else?"

Instead of being grateful, the two started arguing because of their attitude.

"Third brother, I'm your eldest brother! What's your attitude? And your wife, come out and apologize to us!"

Boss Song acted like an elder brother and ordered Song Wenqin in a domineering manner.

Song Yuyu, who had been watching for a long time, couldn't help but interrupt with her big belly:

"Brother, this is too much. Third sister-in-law is clearly treating Hu Zi, but you are not grateful, so how can you say this?"

"This is what she should do as an aunt. What is there to thank her for?"

Song Yuyu was irritated by Zhang Xiuqin's self-righteous attitude, and her usually gentle personality erupted in a rare outburst.

Jiang Jinhe quickly pulled her back into the house.

"Okay, Yuyu, the most important thing for you right now is to take care of yourself. Don't get angry with these people. It's not worth it."

After Song Wenqin sent the two away, he took advantage of Song Yuyu's absence to ask Jiang Jinhe, who was about to cook:

"When did you learn medicine?"

Jiang Jinhe did not answer directly, but asked:

"Let's not talk about this for now, my husband. If, I'm just saying if, I'm not the Jiang Jinhe you used to know, what would you think?"

Jiang Jinhe looked at Song Wenqin inquiringly, only to see him startled at first, then avoiding her gaze, and not giving an answer for a long time.

Seeing this, Jiang Jinhe felt it was inconvenient to ask further questions and changed the subject:

"Husband, do you want to eat taro or yam tonight?"

"It's a shame we haven't been able to pick up any more chestnuts lately. If there's really nothing else to eat around here, we might have to explore further, go back to where we picked chestnuts last time, and see if we can find another harvest." Jiang Jinhe kept talking, afraid that a hint of embarrassment would fill the air.

Song Wenqin occasionally joined in with a few words, helping Jiang Jinhe to ease those speechless moments. Fortunately, Song Yuyu returned soon after, completely livening up the atmosphere, and the two of them finally put their minds at ease.

The next day, Song Wenqin planned to go out to find food and told Jiang Jinhe to stay at home so that her sprained ankle could rest for a while.

After all, she had been walking around more these days, and her ankle still hurt a little.

Song Wenqin resolutely refused to allow her to go out.

Before leaving, Jiang Jinhe carefully wrapped some roasted taro and gave it to him as his lunch ration.

As she lowered her head to work, Song Wenqin stared at the top of her head and suddenly said, "You are very good like this."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Jiang Jinhe standing there in a daze, completely confused.

What does that mean? Thinking about it, she recalled her doubts yesterday, and then she suddenly understood. She thought to herself with self-mockery: This reaction arc is really long.

However, she was very satisfied with the answer.

Suddenly, a headache came like a tide, Jiang Jinhe felt dizzy, hurriedly grabbed the door frame to steady himself, and slowly sat down.

Recalling the original owner's experience, the scene of being besieged when she first arrived flashed through her mind. She was afraid that the original owner had been killed by her sister-in-law and her gang.

If I hadn't traveled through time, this body might have already become a meal for the hungry wolf.

Thinking of this, Jiang Jinhe couldn't help but feel a chill, especially when Song Wenqin was not around, she always felt that someone was watching her, as if she would be swallowed up at any time.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to dispel the horrible thought.

"Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? Do you have a headache?" Song Yuyu's voice gradually approached. Jiang Jinhe raised his eyes and saw her squatting down with difficulty to check.

Looking at Song Yuyu's worried eyes, Jiang Jinhe was a little dazed.

Song Yuyu reached out to wipe away the tears from her face. When her rough hands touched her cheek, Jiang Jinhe realized that she had been crying. She felt a little shy and quickly stood up by the door, then quickly helped Song Yuyu up.

"Hurry up, I was blinded by the wind earlier, but I feel much better now. Let's go back and I'll make you something delicious."

After entering the room and closing the door, Jiang Jinhe felt much calmer, isolating herself from the eyes of others.

That day, except for going to the toilet, she hardly stepped out of the room. She and Song Yuyu were tinkering with recipes at home, and she even made some yam puree for Song Yuyu to taste for lunch.

The two of them chatted and laughed happily.

It was not until the evening when Jiang Jinhe saw the gorgeous sunset outside the window that he realized how quickly time had flown.

However, Song Wenqin had not yet returned home, and the people who went with him had disappeared, and his family began to worry.

"Mrs. Jiang, has Third Brother Song returned?" "The men who were out should have been back by now, why is there no one here?"

Jiang Jinhe pushed open the door and saw the worried faces of the people outside. She whispered to them,

"Don't worry, everyone. I'll go and look for them."

She picked a few people to accompany her, and after comforting Song Yuyu and the others, she set off.

The group headed straight for the city gate. Jiang Jinhe asked the others to stay behind, while she took a piece of yam and went to find Wang Fu, the gatekeeper with whom she had a good relationship, to inquire.

"Brother Wang, have you seen my husband and his family coming back here?"

Wang Fu looked around, quietly put the yam into his sleeve, and said in a low voice:

"He was taken away by the county magistrate's men."

Jiang Jinhe's heart tightened when he heard this, and he had a feeling that something was wrong.

As soon as Wang Fu finished speaking, he pretended to be impatient and waved his hand to drive him away:

"Hey, go, go, go, this is not a place for you to stay. Go away!"

Jiang Jinhe smiled apologetically and left, returning to the crowd.

Seeing her solemn expression, everyone became nervous and hesitated to speak.