Crossing Over to Yamada Love

"Dandelion? Yes, it's called dandelion. It's recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica and other books. It clears heat, tonifies the spleen and stomach, and treats all kinds of poisonous insect and snake bites. It's said that it's extremely cheap yet has great efficacy, but unfortunately, people don't know how to use it. When the fire of Yangming reaches its peak, using Baihu Decoction to purge the fire is too harmful to the stomach qi. This is because the fire in the stomach is excessive due to the weakness of the earth element in the stomach. Purge the fire, and the earth element becomes even weaker. Therefore, using Baihu Decoction to purge the stomach fire is only suitable for a short time, and cannot be relied upon for long-term use. Dandelion is also a medicine for purging stomach fire, but its qi is very mild. It can purge the fire without harming the earth element, so it can be taken for a long time without any problems. So it's okay for my nephew to drink it regularly. After he recovers, I can let others try it if they have similar symptoms again. It seems that there is some truth to the saying that folk remedies can cure serious illnesses." Doctor Chen stroked his beard and talked for a long time. Mo Lan didn't understand much of what he said. However, he also said that dandelion was good, which made everyone even more determined to let Mo Changhai eat dandelion.

After seeing off Physician Chen, Mo Lan sat down next to Madam Wang, glancing at Mo Changsheng from time to time. She noticed that his face remained gloomy, his eyes flickered, and he kept looking outside. He seemed to be getting restless.

“Lanlan, didn’t you want to go up the mountain to pick vegetables? Since your third uncle is free today, let him take you. Bring Xiao San’er along too, so he won’t cause trouble at home.” Sitting on the edge of the kang, Madam Feng looked at her somewhat restless son, pondered for a moment, and finally spoke up for him.

"I want to go too! I want to go into the mountains with Dad! Why are you taking that girl into the mountains? Dad, you're being unfair!" Upon hearing this, the eldest son beside Madam Feng jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed) and clamored to go.

Madam Feng grabbed him and covered his mouth to stop him from speaking, but Dalang continued to struggle.

“Second wife, can’t you see my grandmother is feeling unwell? She’s not in the mood to pick vegetables right now. Let’s wait until she’s better. Or you could have Third Uncle take Eldest Brother and Sister Ju’er.” Mo Lan turned to look at Madam Feng, rejecting her suggestion and instead suggesting that Mo Changsheng take his own children.

“You children are just getting in the way. Your auntie has us looking after you. As for Dalang and Ju’er, they have other things to do. You two should come with me, my husband, to pick more vegetables so we can have more to eat at home.” When Cui Shi saw that Mo Lan had rejected her mother-in-law’s suggestion, she pouted and waved her hand, urging Mo Lan and Mo Changsheng to go.

"I want to go! I want to go too! Why only take that wild girl! I want to go too!" Dalang broke free from Feng's control, stood on the ground, and shouted angrily, his face red and his neck thick.

“I don’t want to go. Let Dalang go. I want to stay with Grandma. Grandma will get better faster with Lanlan by her side, right Grandma?” Mo Lan glanced at Dalang, who was still arguing, and then at Cui and Feng, who looked gloomy. She had tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead. They hadn’t expected that not going would provoke Dalang to insist on going. She didn’t say anything more and, together with Xiao San’er, used her little hands to rub Wang’s chest.

"Yes. Lanlan is with Grandma," Wang replied weakly.

"Alright, stop arguing. If Dalang wants to go, let Laosan take him." Mo Quan said coldly with a dark face. He felt a chill in his heart. His wife was not feeling well, and the second wife not only did not care but also made a fuss here. They were really a handful.

"Go away, can't you see your wife is uncomfortable? You have no sense at all. Learn from that mistress. Even someone as young as her knows to put on a show next to your wife. Unlike you..." Madam Feng's words seemed unfinished, but she stopped talking.

When Xiao San'er heard her mention him and say that he was pretending, he pouted and his eyes were misty with tears. He said weakly, "I wasn't pretending. If you feel uncomfortable, San'er feels uncomfortable too. If San'er rubs your breasts, they won't hurt anymore."

Hearing his words, many eyes in the room showed pity, and then they all glanced at Madam Feng with displeasure. Madam Qiu, in particular, felt a sharp pain in her heart when she saw her son's aggrieved expression. However, with all the elders in the room and her mother-in-law feeling unwell, she couldn't speak up. If their quarreling worsened her mother-in-law's illness, she would be in grave danger.

"Don't cry, San'er. I know you love your mother. We mean it. We're not afraid of what people say, right?" Mo Lan gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the little one's eyes. The little one was really upset.

"Yes, San'er is sincere. San'er isn't afraid of what people say." The little guy nodded heavily, wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and placed his little hand on Wang's chest, rubbing it for her.

Seeing the mistress's actions, the room fell silent for a moment.

"Third Uncle, where are you going?" Everyone remained silent. Mo Changsheng couldn't sit still any longer and stood up, as if he were about to leave. His actions were noticed by Mo Lan, who had been secretly watching him.

"It's too stuffy in here, I'm going out for a walk." Mo Changsheng's expression was cold, but a hint of anxiety was in his eyes.

"Longevity..." Wang called out in a drawn-out voice.

"Your aunt is calling you. What are you standing there for? Come here right now!" Mo Jin shouted angrily at his son, who was standing there motionless. This kid always acted like everyone owed him money, which made him angry.

Mo Changsheng walked over helplessly, stood in front of the kang (a heated brick bed), and remained silent and still.

"Changsheng, although you are not my child, I have treated you no differently than my eldest and second eldest sons all these years. I am in great pain, and seeing my family all here makes me feel a little better. I might be gone one day, so why don't you stay here and keep me company? Don't let me be left without everyone by my side." Wang Shi said softly, her expression very sad, as if she were seriously ill and wished to see her children and grandchildren by her side. Mo Lan's eyes reddened as she listened.

"Sister-in-law, please stop talking. You'll be alright. Just take good care of yourself. Don't worry, Changsheng, Dalang, and Ju will all stay here and look after you." Mo Jin sat in the chair and assured Wang Shi. Hearing Wang Shi's words, he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

Mo Changsheng didn't respond. Dalang sat beside his grandmother, but his eyes were fixed on the outside, clearly wanting to go out. Only Mo Ju sat quietly on the kang, head down and silent. No one knew what she was thinking...

"Is anyone home? Is Brother Mo home? Someone's looking for you." Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, a shout came from the courtyard.

"Who's here? Changhe, go and see." Mo Quan frowned and ordered Mo Changhe to go out and check.

Mo Changhe responded and walked out, but Mo Changsheng's expression changed. A look of panic flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly said, "I'll go take a look too." Before anyone could reply, he had already quickly walked out.

"It's Uncle Liu! What brings you here? And who are these people?" Mo Changhe's voice rang out from inside the courtyard. Mo Lan walked to the window and looked out.

Three men stood in the courtyard. One of them was dressed as an old man, with a dark face, sparse eyebrows, and cloudy small eyes. His skin was dark and dry from years of hard work. He wore coarse cloth clothes, with his trousers rolled up to his knees. His cloth shoes were so worn that their original color was no longer discernible, and his shoes and calves were covered in mud, indicating that he had just been working in the fields. Mo Lan recognized this old man; he was Liu Qingniu from the same village, someone of her grandfather's generation. She wondered why he had come to their house today.

Another handsome young man, holding a book, wearing a light blue robe, a white jade pendant at his waist, and thick-soled black cloth shoes, stood there, giving off an air of refined elegance. Mo Lan recognized him; he was Cheng Xiao, whom she had met while digging for dandelions. "Why is he here?" Mo Lan wondered.

The last one was a burly man, probably in his thirties, over 1.8 meters tall, with thick eyebrows, piercing eyes, and a face full of flesh. A cold glint would occasionally flash in his eyes. He was dressed smartly and looked somewhat like a thug or bodyguard.

This last unfamiliar man must be the person they're waiting for today; they just don't know why Cheng Xiao came along too.

"Changhe, why didn't you go to the fields today? I was busy in the fields when I saw a carriage coming by the roadside. It just so happened that Young Master Cheng was coming back from the other side of the mountain, and they asked him about your third son. Young Master Cheng isn't familiar with your family either, so I came along. This must be a guest of yours, coming in a carriage. I've never heard of such a distinguished guest in your family. Thanks to your family, Uncle Liu got to ride in a carriage today." Old Man Liu smiled enviously and spoke a lot in a loud voice. Finally, he glanced at the carriage parked at the gate of the courtyard, clearly very proud of being able to ride in a carriage.

"Thank you for your trouble, Uncle Liu. Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Cheng. It's stuffy inside, please sit in the courtyard first." Mo Changhe nodded to them and led them to the benches in the courtyard. His mother was ill inside, and he didn't want anyone to disturb her.

Then he looked at the burly man with a puzzled expression. He didn't recognize the man in front of him, and he didn't have any relatives who could afford to ride in a carriage. What was he doing here?

"May I ask who you are?" Mo Changhe asked aloud.

“Second Brother is looking for me, don’t worry about him. Brother Ma, let’s go outside and talk.” Mo Changsheng, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up, stepped forward and pulled the burly man aside, wanting to take him outside to talk.

"Why are you saying this outside? We'll say it here. You fucking made Master Ma wait on the road all afternoon, covered in dust, and you still haven't brought anyone back. If I hadn't come looking for you, you probably wouldn't have paid me back, would you?" The man swung his arm, glared, and cursed as he spoke.

"How can I not return it? Master Ma, let's go outside and I'll have a proper talk with you." Mo Changsheng smiled apologetically and tried to pull him out.

"Third brother, what's going on? Do you owe someone money?" Mo Changhe frowned. His third brother had gone gambling again and even sent people to collect the debt. He was quite angry.

"I told you it's none of your business," Mo Changsheng retorted to Mo Changhe in a very unpleasant tone.

"Stop arguing! Now that I'm here, bring the people and the money. I've been waiting for ages, my stomach is rumbling." This Master Ma refused to go out with Mo Changsheng and directly demanded the people and the money.

"Bring people? Who are they?" Mo Changhe was completely confused.

"One of the kids is named Mo Lan, and the other is named Mo Lin. Both of them have been mortgaged to our Jixiang Gambling House. Where are they now? Tell them to come out and come with me. Also, give me ten taels of silver. I'm waiting to go back and report. I don't have time to waste with you guys." This Master Ma had a loud voice, and his words stunned the people in the courtyard and also shocked everyone in the house.