Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

After Li Mo'er pulled Su Yanli into the house, she began rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for ointment.

Su Yanli kept her eyes fixed on her until Li Mo'er pulled out an exquisite little box.

Su Yanli's heart was pounding. He frantically tried to cover something up, but Li Mo'er opened the box first.

Li Mo'er looked inside and saw a small jar wrapped in a handkerchief. It looked like a medicine ointment, but you could tell that its owner valued it very much.

Even the handkerchief used for the wrapping was brand new, and there was another folded handkerchief with some wrinkles next to it.

Li Mo'er gently opened the handkerchief; it contained the Sanqi wound ointment she had bought last time. She had thought it was some kind of miracle cure and planned to use it to relieve an emergency.

She rewrapped the ointment and gently put it back in the box. Although she didn't know why Su Yanli put it that way, she figured there must be a reason.

She didn't notice that the neatly folded handkerchief next to her was the one she had just grabbed to wipe Su Yanli's tears.

"Don't you have any medicine for burns?"

She only knew that Sanqi wound ointment could promote blood circulation, remove blood stasis, reduce swelling and relieve pain, but she didn't know if it could treat burns, so she didn't dare to use it indiscriminately.

"Have."

Su Yanli replied softly, pointing to the small cabinet next to her.

"That black bottle inside is it."

Following his instructions, Li Mo'er found the bottle of ointment. Upon opening it, a strong, somewhat pungent medicinal smell wafted out.

She pulled Su Yanli's scalded hand over and gently applied ointment to it.

Thunder rumbled outside, and a torrential downpour began the instant they entered the house.

If it weren't for the rain, she would have gone to Doctor Wang's to buy some burn ointment.

“The bowls outside will get wet from the rain.”

Su Yanli reminded her, but as soon as he spoke, Li Mo'er stared at him with a look of disappointment, and his voice gradually faded.

"We can make the salt again, but what about your hands? You're not allowed to touch water for the next few days."

Li Mo'er really wanted to yell at him to teach him a lesson, but when she thought about how he did it for her, her heart softened.

She sighed softly, telling him to rest well, and took the salt from under the eaves into the kitchen. If it was left outside, Su Yanli's hand would have been injured for nothing.

She looked at the crystals in the bowl and frowned. Why were they all grayish-white crystals?

She stretched out her finger, dipped it in the crystal, and put it in her mouth to taste.

As expected, it was still bitter. It seems that without barium chloride and other reagents, it is impossible to make pure salt.

She put the bowl aside and began to think about what alternatives could replace the alkali and salt to remove the impurities.

Li Mo'er squatted beside the bowl, propping her head up and staring at the salt until the rain stopped. Then she saw the firewood in the yard that had been soaked.

A thought suddenly struck me: wood ash! Isn't wood ash just alkali?

She reached for the herbal medicine book in her bosom. She decided to try purifying it tomorrow; she needed to go back and study her fortune-telling book now.

The moment Li Mo'er opened the herbal medicine book, she was stunned; she seemed not to recognize the words on it.

Moreover, the pictures on this page didn't even have color, and she couldn't even tell the difference between the two herbs on the previous and next pages.

"fraud!!!"

She should have checked the goods first before deciding whether to buy them or not.

Isn't she just a complete traitor? She spent four ounces to buy a heavenly book.

In order not to waste any, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and keep looking. If she didn't recognize the words, she would put them aside for now and learn the diagrams first. After all, she didn't need to know what they were called when she was digging.

As Li Mo'er carefully compared and memorized the two pictures of herbs, her eyes began to droop uncontrollably.

My habit of getting sleepy while reading hasn't changed at all, even with a different body.

Li Mo'er sighed deeply, "No, I have to think of another way."

If you don't know anything, what can Er Gouzi dig up when he takes her to the back mountain?

Suddenly, she remembered that Er Gouzi had told her that Su Yanli's father was also a cultured man. Why didn't she go and ask him for advice?

Without hesitation, she took the book and went to find Su Yanli.

"Um, could you teach me how to use this book?"

Li Mo'er was a little embarrassed as it was the first time she had asked someone for help.

When she was in school, she never asked her teachers any questions on her own initiative.

Su Yanli looked at the book Li Mo'er handed her, "A herbal medicine book?"

He was somewhat troubled because he didn't recognize those herbs either.

"I don't know herbs."

Upon hearing Su Yanli mention the herbal medicine book, Li Mo'er knew she hadn't come to the wrong person.

She quickly waved her hand, "It's okay, it's okay, just teach me to recognize some characters."

Li Mo'er respectfully handed over the book; one should act like a student when seeking knowledge.

Since it was just about recognizing characters, Su Yanli was quite capable of doing it; he had always kept the characters his father had taught him firmly in his heart.

Su Yanli pointed to the text on the first page and read it to Li Mo'er word by word.

"Thistle has the effects of stopping bleeding, dispersing blood stasis and reducing swelling. Its stem is erect and has fine longitudinal stripes..."

Li Mo'er was overwhelmed by what she heard, especially since she forgot everything she heard. She could recognize the words at a glance, but she would forget them the next time she looked at them.

If only the pinyin could be marked, she wouldn't have to struggle so much to understand it.

Li Mo'er jumped up and ran to the kitchen to get a short, burnt wooden stick.

When she sat down in front of Su Yanli with the small wooden stick in her hand, Su Yanli had no idea what she was going to do.

"Keep going."

Li Mo'er felt that she was a smart sponge, and she desperately needed to be nourished by knowledge.

"Polygonum multiflorum has detoxifying properties and nourishes the liver and kidneys..."

Su Yanli continued reading from where she left off.

"Wait, can we start from the beginning?"

Li Mo'er interrupted Su Yanli awkwardly, because she really hadn't remembered what came before.

Then, Su Yanli read out a word, and Li Mo'er marked the pinyin.

Su Yanli then realized that the small wooden stick was actually a pen. It was indeed more useful than a calligraphy brush, as it could write very small characters. However, Su Yanli did not recognize the "characters" marked by Li Mo'er.

Before they knew it, the two had already passed a quarter of the book of herbs, and the distance between them was constantly closing.

Li Mo'er noticed that Su Yanli started to yawn, so she got up and stretched.

"Yanli, thank you for your hard work. Let's call it a day."

Huh? (′⊙w⊙`)!

Dislike? She actually called herself Dislike?

Su Yanli's mind went blank from the sound of "Yanli". She didn't hear what was said after that. All she could hear was Li Mo'er calling her "Yanli" in such a gentle and affectionate voice.

Seeing him in a daze, Li Mo'er thought she had been a bit abrupt and shouldn't have called him Yanli directly.

"If you don't like it, I'll call you Su Yanli?"

She tentatively asked, "I can't possibly call him 'Hey' anymore, can I? And I certainly can't call him 'husband'—I just can't bring myself to say it."

Upon hearing this, Su Yanli immediately raised her head. "My lady, you can just call me Yanli."

After saying that, she lowered her head shyly.

Is this going too far? What's wrong with me? I feel like I'm on a cloud, it doesn't feel real at all.

"Then you shouldn't call me 'wife' anymore, just call me Mo'er."

Actually, Li Mo'er wanted him to call her Duo Duo directly, but she was afraid he would find out.

Oh well, I'm used to being called that by Er Gouzi anyway, and Mo'er is better than my wife.