The fake daughter married into the mountains and had meat to eat every day during the famine

Song Yuntang first sent a handkerchief to the Jiang family, and also gave them a small bottle of shampoo he made himself.

The packaging of the bottle is not very exquisite, and I don’t know if Jiang Surao will like it.

If he could develop the business of the ladies' circle in Cile Town through her, the speed of making money would be increased, and with money in hand, he would have more ways out in the future.

When Song Yuntang came to the Lin family, Nanny Zhao was already waiting there.

With a loving expression on her face, she gestured towards the mansion, "Miss Song, Madam is already waiting in the courtyard. Please follow me."

Song Yuntang nodded, followed her into the mansion, and walked straight to Zhuang Wenyin's yard.

"Is Master Lin not at home recently?"

Although Lin Hongshen has two concubines, in order to maintain his dignity when he is at home, he still places the mistress of the Lin family in an important position and spends more time in her room.

Both concubines had no children. When he was in the Lin family, he was quite fond of his daughter.

I'm asking this now, I don't have any other intentions, I just want to find a topic to talk about.

Zhao Ma Ma obviously misunderstood Song Yuntang's meaning. She smiled and said, "Young lady, are you missing the master? The master has been in the county town these days and won't be back for a few days."

Song Yuntang just said "oh".

"I'm just asking casually, Ma'am, don't think too much about it."

Madam Zhao smiled and said, "I know that the young lady is a sentimental person. If the master knew that the young lady still thought of him, he would be very happy."

Song Yuntang pulled the corners of his lips.

"Mammy, you're overthinking it."

Nanny Zhao was stunned for a moment, but soon regained her smile and brought Song Yuntang to Zhuang Wenyin.

"Madam, the girl is here."

Zhuang Wenyin, who was pinching her brows, sat up straight, "Tang'er is here."

Song Yuntang saw that her expression was not right.

"Mrs. Lin, does your head hurt again?"

Zhuang Wenyin nodded and said, "I don't know what happened. It was fine for the past few days, but since last night, the pain has suddenly become severe again."

"Are there any other symptoms?"

As Song Yuntang spoke, he stepped forward and took Zhuang Wenyin's pulse.

"I also feel dizzy, chest tightness, and a bit down."

Song Yuntang withdrew his hand and asked, "Can I see the medicine residue from the past two days?"

At first glance, the symptoms seemed similar to the previous ones, or even a little more serious, but she was very sure that there was nothing wrong with the previous diagnosis and treatment. After all, this disease was not considered a difficult one for her, and at least there should not be such severe recurrences during the treatment period.

Zhuang Wenyin was stunned when she heard this, "Is there something wrong with the medicine I'm taking?"

Song Yuntang shook his head and said, "I'm not sure, let's see first."

Zhuang Wenyin glanced in the direction of Madam Zhao, who understood and bowed to the two of them.

"I will go and get the medicine residue that Madam has been using for the past two days."

As soon as Madam Zhao left, Lin Zhaozhao's voice came into the room before her.

"Song Yuntang, what on earth did you do to my mother? It's fine if you can't cure her, but why are her headaches getting worse?"

Song Yuntang did not respond, but stood there, showing neither joy nor anger.

Lin Zhaozhao glared at her with a gloating look, then stepped forward and held Zhuang Wenyin's hand.

"Mom, your headaches haven't been going away for a day or two. Doctors with decades of experience haven't been able to cure it. How could Song Yuntang have such advanced medical skills? I think it's better not to let her mess around. Let big brother go to the county town and find a more skilled doctor to take a look."

Zhuang Wenyin looked in Song Yuntang's direction somewhat awkwardly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that there was no anger on her face.

"Zhao Zhao, don't say anything without basis. The treatment Tang Er gave me a few days ago was quite effective."

Lin Zhaozhao said sarcastically, "Who knows if she's used some method to harm Mother's body and temporarily control her condition? She's always wanted to return to the Lin family. This is something everyone knows. Mother, don't let her fool you."

Song Yuntang still didn't say anything, only had a sneer on his face.

Lin Zhaozhao glared at her, "What are you laughing at?"

Song Yuntang crossed his arms and looked at her with a half-smile.

"Nothing, I just didn't expect you to be so despicable in order to target me."

Lin Zhaozhao said angrily, "How am I despicable? You're the one treating the illness, and I'm worried that my mother might not be able to make it? Stop confusing people here!"

For unknown reasons, Zhuang Wenyin frowned and looked at Song Yuntang with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

It seems that she didn't listen to what I said the day before yesterday.

I really don't understand the point of her being so keen on this kind of verbal dispute.

Nanny Zhao was very quick and had already found the medicine residue.

"Miss, this packet contains the medicine residue from yesterday, and the residue in this medicine jar is from today's boiling. I didn't mix them up."

Song Yuntang nodded, reached out to take the packet of medicine residue and placed it in his palm, saying nonchalantly, "Lin Zhaozhao, Huang Heyu is your handiwork, right?"

She didn't like hiding things. Since Zhuang Wenyin said that Lin Zhaozhao's methods were harmless, she would let her see her own daughter's methods.

Lin Zhaozhao avoided her gaze.

"I don't know what you're talking about, and I don't know who Huang Heyu is."

Song Yuntang stopped picking herbs and looked up at her. "He told me yesterday that you asked me to poison Madam Lin's medicine..."

Lin Zhaozhao's heart tightened and she quickly interrupted her.

"You're talking nonsense. I never said that to him!" He turned to look at Zhuang Wenyin and explained, "Mom, please believe me. I didn't. Song Yuntang is slandering me."

Song Yuntang smiled and lowered his head to continue picking herbs.

"So what did you say?"

"I..." Lin Zhaozhao felt a little guilty, "I didn't say anything. I don't even know the person you're talking about!"

Zhuang Wenyin frowned and looked at Song Yuntang, "Tang'er, what's going on?"

Song Yuntang said calmly, "On the way back the day before yesterday, Huang Heyu followed me all the way. If I hadn't met an acquaintance who saved me on the way, I would have been in great danger."

Lin Zhaozhao glanced at her.

"You are so flashy, what does that have to do with me?"

Song Yuntang looked up at Lin Zhaozhao, her hair covered in hairpins and hairpins, and said, "When it comes to being gorgeous, Miss Lin is still the best."

"you!"

Lin Zhaozhao wanted to rush up and tear her apart, but when she saw Song Yuntang dig out a flat, round tablet from the medicine residue, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"The rest of the medicine residue is fine, except for this strychnine. It's not the medicine I prescribed."

Then, she searched carefully again and took out four or five more pieces from the bag of medicine residue in front of several people.

She stood up and looked at Zhuang Wenyin, "This must be the reason why Madam Lin has a headache."

"What is this?" Zhuang Wenyin was puzzled.