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

Xu Qingye smiled and diverted her attention.

"Let grandma see it first."

Song Yuntang looked at Song Jinsheng and the others and said, "Second brother, you guys should move the things to the shop to assemble and paint them first. I'm afraid I don't have time right now."

"Okay, leave the shelves to us, you go ahead and do your thing."

After Song Jinsheng finished speaking, he quickly led Mu Dong and Mu Qiu to move the things onto Grandpa Sun’s ox cart and went to the shop on Heyang Street.

After arranging for Song Jinsheng to have a few children, Song Yuntang moved the things on the table aside, sat down opposite Hu, and reached out to take her pulse.

After a moment, she withdrew her hand.

Xu Yongwang asked nervously, "Is there any problem?"

Song Yuntang shook his head. "Grandma's illness is caused by years of overwork. You didn't feel any symptoms when you were young, but the symptoms have appeared as you get older. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. When you go back, take good care of yourself, stay in a good mood, get plenty of rest, and eat a balanced diet of meat and vegetables. Only then will you feel better."

She first took out silver needles to give Hu acupuncture to relieve her hand tremors, then took out a pen and paper to write down a prescription and handed it to Xu Yongwang.

"I know the owner of Baicaotang, Mr. Li. Uncle can get a discount if he mentions my name when he goes there to buy medicine."

"Row."

This was the first time I saw Song Yuntang treating a patient. Although he didn't know any medical skills, his son was seriously ill. He had come into contact with many doctors over the years, but none of them could use silver needles so skillfully.

The matchmaker Liu was even more surprised, as if she had not expected that the future daughter-in-law of the Xu family was so capable.

"Miss Song, do you know why children cry at night?"

My grandson has loved to cry at night since he was born. We have seen doctors, performed rituals, and even followed the old man's advice and posted "Night Crying Boy" notes in crowded places in the village, but there is no improvement.

The child cried all night long. After half a year, he didn't grow much, and the adults also suffered. The daughter-in-law was even tortured to the point of being depressed.

"How old is he? Are there any other symptoms besides crying at night?" Song Yuntang asked in a calm voice.

When a child cries, it is either physiological or pathological.

As long as the cause is found, it can be solved.

Mrs. Liu thought for a moment, "My little grandson is almost six months old. He's not very energetic during the day and always wants to sleep. At night, he cries all night long and wakes up easily. He looks like a three or four-month-old baby."

Speaking of this, she felt a little worried.

Song Yuntang hummed, "It's hard for me to judge without seeing him, but from your description, it might be caused by malnutrition. Since he's already six months old, you can give him some easily digestible foods like white rice porridge, egg custard, and jujube paste. Play with him more during the day, exercise more, and sleep less. He should be better at night."

"Don't you need to take medicine?" Liu asked again.

Song Yuntang shook his head. "The child is too young. Taking random medicine might damage his spleen, stomach, liver and kidneys. Moreover, I haven't determined the cause of the disease yet, so it's hard to prescribe medicine. If the child doesn't get better after following my instructions, Auntie can bring him to town for me to see."

Liu nodded quickly, "Okay, thank you Miss Song."

They sat down and chatted again, and the matchmaker also asked Song Yuntang what he thought about the wedding date.

Seeing that the conversation was almost over, Xu Qingye looked at Xu Yongwang.

"Dad, I'll stay here and help. You and grandma and aunt can go back first."

Xu Yongwang was not worried at all about how his son would return or whether he would return, so he nodded without thinking.

"Okay, let's go first."

After they left, Song Yuntang packed up the house and said, "Grandma is old after all. She's been working so hard for so many years that she's almost worn out. I didn't say this in front of her just now. You should be mentally prepared."

In the previous life, people had no worries about food and clothing, and living to over sixty was indeed considered young. But this is ancient times, farmers work hard all year round, and nutrition and medical care are not up to par. Many people die in their forties or fifties. It is really not easy to live to over sixty.

Xu Qingye's eyes darkened. "How long does she have left?"

Separation from life and death is a hurdle that no one can escape.

Everyone has to face it.

Song Yuntang paused. "If you take good rest, four to five years will be fine. But if you continue to work hard and worry as before, I'm afraid even three years won't be enough."

"I see."

Xu Qingye went out of the house and used the wood left over from Song Jinsheng's shelf making to build a simple cage under the kitchen eaves. He loosened the ropes on the chickens and ducks with their feet and wings tied and put them into the cage. He also took a bowl and put some brown rice and water in it.

"If you don't want to eat the chickens and ducks for now, you can keep them. If you kill them all today and don't finish them, they'll go bad." As if worried that she wouldn't know how to take care of them, she carefully instructed, "Just throw some food and water in there every day. They can eat grass seeds and insects, too."

Song Yuntang pursed his lips and said, "I saw them raising chickens at the Song family."

Xu Qingye smiled helplessly. He had been teaching in a private school in Rongshu Village for many years. Although he had no intention of getting involved in the village gossip, he had heard people talk about her.

"I was mistaken in believing the rumors."

"Although what you hear may not be true, I really didn't know how to do many things before." Song Yuntang sprinkled some water on the soybean sprouts brought by Song Jinsheng and placed them in a cool place in the kitchen to keep them fresh. He then fetched a large basin of water and went under the eaves to rinse the 130 bamboo jars that had arrived today.

After Xu Qingye set up the chicken coop, he went forward to help her.

"You have to do so many things every day, can you handle it?"

"It's not bad actually. I usually have Mu Qiu and Mu Dong to help me." Song Yuntang raised his head and glanced in the direction of Xu Qingye. "Brother Xu, please do me a favor later."

Xu Qingye took the rinsed bamboo jars to the rack to dry.

"Okay, what do you need me to do?"

"Your handwriting is beautiful. I want you to write for my sign."

Xu Qingye hummed, "What's the name of the store? I'll write it after I rinse these bamboo jars."

"Yujun Pavilion."

The two of them worked quite quickly and soon all the bamboo jars were rinsed clean and hung up to dry.

After Song Yuntang gave Xu Qingye paper and pen, he began to prepare shampoo.

All the goods have to be prepared in the next two days. The weather is hot, so we painted the shelves today and will be done tomorrow. We can put the goods on the shelves and open for business the day after tomorrow.

Otherwise, it will cost you one more day and one more day’s rent.

Xu Qingye took the written words to the kitchen.

"Can you please take a look at this word?"

Song Yuntang stood up, wiped his hands on his apron, walked over to pick up the paper, and said with a smile, "Okay, it's much better than what I wrote."

Looking at her brilliant smile, Xu Qingye couldn't help but curl his lips.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a violent knock on the door.

"Open the door! Open the door quickly!"

It was a man's voice.

The two of them looked at each other at the same time, and Xu Qingye pulled her behind him and said, "Protect yourself. I'll go take a look."

After saying that, he walked towards the door.

Looking at the tall figure of the man, Song Yuntang suddenly felt that it was not bad to have a man at home.

But of course she couldn't let Xu Qingye, who had just recovered from a serious illness, face those people.

She touched the knockout drug on her waist, picked up a stick from under the eaves, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard. She didn't know what the purpose of the visitor was. If he really came to fight, she would only knock him out first if she couldn't win.