A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

Hu Cuicui stepped forward to help him unload the things from the oxcart. Seeing a few bolts of cloth on the cart, she asked uncertainly, "Zidong, did we buy these bolts of cloth too?"

Song Zidong nodded. "Yes, Mother. All those things on the oxcart were bought by my younger sister. You can take them all down."

Upon hearing this, Hu Cuicui unloaded the bolts of cloth from the oxcart, then carried them back into the house and put them away.

Sun Taohua, who was working, happened to see Hu Cuicui's action and nudged Ji Qingqing with her elbow.

"Qingqing, did you see that your mother-in-law was holding a piece of cloth just now? Is she planning to make new clothes for you?"

Ji Qingqing glanced at Hu Cuicui, then shook her head. "I don't know."

Upon hearing Ji Qingqing's answer, Sun Taohua wanted to ask something more, but seeing Ji Qingqing's unpleasant expression and her busy work with her head down, she had no choice but to shut her mouth and say no more.

Song Zhili walked at the very back. After they unloaded everything from the oxcart, she picked up her things and walked into the courtyard, heading straight for the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen, she placed the pastries on the table, then walked out and waved to Song Qiqi.

"Qiqi, come here."

When Song Qiqi heard Song Zhili calling her, she immediately got up and ran towards Song Zhili with her short legs.

"Auntie, what's wrong?"

When Song Zhili saw Song Qiqi's dirty little hands, she frowned. "Go wash your hands before you come over."

Song Qiqi obediently ran to the backyard to wash her hands clean, then ran back to the kitchen and held out her hand to Song Zhili.

"Auntie, look, my hands are all clean now."

Song Zhili nodded in satisfaction, went to the table, opened the pastry on the table, took out three pastries and handed them to Song Qiqi.

"Qiqi, you can have this mung bean cake. There are two more pieces here, you can share them with the two children."

The two children Song Zhili mentioned were the two children Zhao brought. She worked here every day, and the two children would play with Song Qiqi in the corner.

"Okay, thank you, Auntie."

Song Qiqi thanked them and happily ran towards the courtyard.

Song Zhili watched Song Qiqi skip and hop away, and she couldn't help but smile.

"Da Ya, why did you buy so many bolts of cloth? And so many pairs of shoes. Look, these shoes of mine are still wearable. Why don't you go to town again tomorrow and return them?"

Hu Cuicui felt very distressed when she saw that Song Zhili had bought so many things, especially after hearing from Song Zidong that Song Zhili had bought shoes for everyone.

“Mother, we’ve already bought these shoes, there’s no reason to return them. Try them on later and see if they fit. If you don’t want them, I’ll give them to Grandma.”

"Hehe, no way, my daughter bought these for me. I'm going to wear these new shoes out for a stroll tomorrow and tell everyone that my daughter bought them for me."

When Hu Cuicui heard that Song Zhili wanted to give the shoes to Li Shi, she immediately became anxious and stopped mentioning returning them.

When evening came, Song Zhili took out all the things she had bought and distributed them.

She knew that Song Hai greatly envied the village chief for having a pipe, so she bought one for him when she saw one for sale on the street today.

"Grandpa, look what this is."

Song Zhili walked up behind Song Hai and patted him on the shoulder. When Song Hai turned around, she took out a pipe from behind her and placed it in front of him.

Song Hai looked at Song Zhili with surprise and took the pipe from her hand. "Da Ya, did you buy this for me?"

"Yes, Grandpa, even though I bought this pipe for you, you should still smoke less often, otherwise I won't care if Grandma scolds you."

"Okay, okay, from now on I'll wear this pipe on my waist and take it with me wherever I go. It was a gift from my precious granddaughter."

Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing Song Hai's words.

"Sister-in-law, I heard from my brother that you can sew clothes. Please don't make fish balls these next few days. Would you mind making some clothes for everyone?"

Ji Qingqing was already staring blankly at the few bolts of cloth, and now that she heard Song Zhili say that, she couldn't help but walk over and touch them.

These bolts of cloth are all cotton, and they feel wonderful to the touch, much better than the linen clothes they are wearing. Although they can't compare to the brocade clothes worn by the wealthy, this cotton cloth is still quite good.

"Okay, I can make clothes, but it might be a little slow if I'm the only one making clothes for the whole family."

Ji Qingqing was absolutely enamored with these bolts of cloth; she wished she could take them back to her room right now and make clothes from them.

"It's alright, we're not in a rush, sister-in-law. Take your time, but please don't stay up late to do it, or you'll hurt your eyes."

"All right."

Ji Qingqing nodded in agreement and happily carried the cloth back into the house.

Seeing how happy she was, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I need to say. Starting tomorrow, I'll be treating my second brother's leg. I don't like being disturbed while I'm treating him, so you don't need to call me for meals tomorrow, and please don't let anyone into the house to disturb me."

When everyone heard that Song Zhili would be treating Song Ziyuan's leg the next day, they all smiled.

Especially when Song Ziyuan heard Song Zhili's words, he sat in his chair, his fingers clenched into fists and placed on his lap, looking somewhat nervous.

"Okay, don't worry, honey. I'll stand guard at the door for you tomorrow, and I won't let anyone disturb you."

When Hu Cuicui heard that Song Zhili was going to treat Song Ziyuan's leg, she couldn't hide the smile on her face.

Song Zhili nodded, then walked to Song Ziyuan's side. "Second brother, I will treat your leg tomorrow. You should rest early tonight, and don't eat anything when you get up tomorrow morning."

Song Zhili was going to perform surgery on him tomorrow, and she gave him a special reminder.

Song Ziyuan nodded. "Okay, I understand."

"Second brother, then you should listen to your little sister and get some rest."

Hu Cuicui urged Song Ziyuan to go back to his room and rest so as not to delay Song Zhili's treatment of his leg tomorrow.

Song Ziyuan nodded, then limped towards his room with his crutch, while Song Zhili and Hu Cuicui also went to their respective rooms.

Song Zhili returned to the house and entered her space, arriving at her medical workshop. She took out all the tools she would need for the next day and prepared them.

Before leaving the space, she made sure to disinfect the studio. After coming out, Song Zhili lay down on the bed and slept until the next morning.