From an Ugly Peasant Woman to a Carefree Princess

Hugging A Li and walking around the village road for a long time, A Li finally fell asleep.

Ye Chunhua put A Li on the bed and ran into the kitchen to take a look. Lao Jiu's face was ashes at the bottom of the pot, and he was holding a blowpipe, blowing his mouth at the cold stove.

"Are you a idiot? The fire hasn't been born, you blow a fart!"

Old Jiu stared at him, "Who said I didn't start a fire? I have given birth seven or eight times, but it just doesn't happen, what can I do!"

"Yo yo yo, say you, are you still angry?" Ye Chunhua looked at Lao Jiu with fair hands and accompanied by a guard, and asked herself a little bit, feeling a little embarrassed for this young man.

She knelt down and lit the fire: "The fire must be hollow. You don't look like a dumb person. Come, come, and I'll leave the fire to you. Do it well, boy. "

The old nine was so wronged that he wanted to cry: "I am dignified and ninety-nine..."

Again! Ye Chunhua gave Old Jiu a sideways look.

Lao Jiu closed his mouth.

Phew, fortunately, this big idiot is still obedient, or else he stutters all day long...

Open the lid, Ye Chunhua wants to check the wormwood.

"What!? I asked you to boil the wormwood water. What do you throw a handful of motherwort? Is it so ignorant? I am raised by my aunt all the time and I know wormwood! Forget it, let me do it myself ."

Ye Chunhua's head is big: resources are limited in this era, and wormwood is basically a standing medicine at home. The rich man's family should also know wormwood.

"It's all hay, how can I tell it."

She glanced at Old Jiu with a puffed mouth and an innocent look, and thought about turning left and right: "Old Jiu, who is your last name?"

"Tang Tianji."

Tang, the surname, seems to be unfamiliar in this era.

I thought he was a worldly man, what about the son of a wealthy family... Ye Chunhua dispelled the suspicion in her heart.

When Ye Chunhua boiled the wormwood water and used the wormwood water to soak old lady Liu's body, Wu Zhongliang returned with two guards and Doctor Wang.

When Dr. Wang saw Ye Chunhua, he looked at it with a complicated expression.

In this era, doctors and doctors are very popular, a very noble profession, and they need to pay for it.

But this little woman, who is clearly eighteen or nineteen years old, even if she has a famous teacher and does not have extensive clinical experience, how can she be capable of living dead?

Doctor Wang felt that the rumors were a bit exaggerated, although the person who said the "rumors" was his serious master.

Doctor Wang opened the medicine box and took an egg-sized pill from the medicine box: "I have seen the prescription and there is no problem. The medicine stove in the pharmacy is suitable, so I cooked it and grind it out in advance. There was a delay on the way. Kung fu, but the patient has woken up, so it should be fine."

Ye Chunhua thanked Doctor Wang, then crushed the pill and gave it to the old lady.

The old lady has been emotionally unstable, because she found that her left body was not working well, her hands and feet were also very numb, and the most uncomfortable thing was that her tongue could not be straight. Had it not been for Zhang Zhaodi who had been talking with her, she would have lost her temper again.

After taking the medicine for the old lady, Ye Chunhua went out to cook ginseng again, and handed over the wormwood bath to Zhang Zhaodi.

After all, Zhang Zhaodi is careful and gentle, and his hands are more skillful.

The old lady took the medicine and took a bath. She felt better and her mouth was a little clearer.

From a distance, I heard the old lady crying: "I...don't live! I can't say anything! Live...what's the fun of living! It's better to die..."

Then there was a burst of "ping-pong" noise. Sometimes I can hear Zhang Zhaodi's crying.