C7

It was probably because he wanted to return home, but Li Qingling felt that his steps were faster than his steps. He didn't even need to carry Li Qingfeng anymore, as he walked all the way from the town to home.

When he arrived at the doorstep of his home, he called out for his mother. When Mrs. Zhao heard the shouting, he hurriedly came out of his house.

"Mom, I got a tael of silver from selling the ginseng and bought something. I still have half a tael left, so I'll give it to you." Li Qingling took out the remaining half silver and handed it over to Mrs. Zhao.

"Mother, you don't like to eat buns, eat with Xiao Feng!" Mrs. Zhao looked at the bun that was left to her and pushed it in front of Li Qingling.

Li Qingling looked at her, his heart warm. Both his parents were the same, but in order to give it to his children to eat, they had lied and claimed that they didn't like it.

"Eat, we've already eaten." She pushed the bun back, picked up the pork, and headed for the kitchen.

Looking at her daughter's back, Mrs. Zhao rubbed her moist eyes and picked up a bun to eat. She felt that this was the most delicious bun she had ever eaten in her entire life.

Li Qingfeng who was playing at the Liu Family smelled the fragrance of the meat and rushed into the kitchen. He laid on Li Qingling's back and exclaimed, "Sis, it smells so good!" He swallowed.

Li Qingling lifted the lid of the pot and tried it out with the bowl. Feeling that the soup was enough, he moved the fire away and turned his head to look at Li Qingfeng who was swallowing his saliva.

"If you want to eat earlier, then help me light a fire."

The idea that there were no gentlemen in her house who stayed away from the kitchen was something she hoped he would do.

"Alright …" Even though Li Qingfeng was small in size, he could adjust the fire even if Li Qingling said it would be a small fire.

"Alright, time to eat." Li Qingling scooped up the thin meat fried mushrooms.

The dishes tonight were very sumptuous. There was soy sauce, stuffy meat, fried mushrooms, bone soup, and the rice she cooked specifically with rice mixed with brown rice. She nodded in satisfaction. That was what living was called.

Li Qingfeng took a deep breath and praised, "It's too fragrant."

Li Qingling laughed and looked at him, took out two bowls, and poured half of the fat and thin meat in, then filled the bowl with bone soup, "You eat with me first, I'll bring these to Zhi Moge and the others to have a taste." The three siblings probably had not eaten any meat in the past few months.

"I'll go too …"

"Alright, then carry this! Be careful! " Li Qingling gave him the meat bowl and brought him to Liu Zhimo's house.

Liu Zhimo and the others were also preparing to eat. When Li Qingling saw a bowl of rice porridge and two bowls of brown rice porridge, she put her bowl on the table without a change in his expression, "I cooked by me, for you to have a taste of my cooking. If you need improvement, remember to tell me!"

Liu Zhiyan looked at his brother, bit his lips and did not dare to make a sound.

"Alright …" After a long while, Liu Zhimo finally nodded his head.

Liu Zhiyan laughed. "Thank you, Sister Qing Ling. You look delicious."

Li Qingling patted his head, "Then let's eat more." Then, he looked at Liu Zhimo, "Let's go back to eat first."

Fortunately, he was not a man who would rather starve to death than accept someone else's good intentions. In her opinion, that kind of man was not a man with backbone, but a man with dignity.

"Hmm …" Liu Zhimo sent them out of the door, and looked deeply at her back. Only after she entered the room and could no longer see them did he close the door.

He returned to his room and looked at Liu Zhiyan sternly, telling him one word at a time that the Li Family had been good to them, and must carve it into their hearts. If they had the ability in the future, they would repay them well.

Liu Zhiyan nodded his head heavily, saying that he would remember. After that, he added, "Big bro, Qingling jie is really unlucky, don't despise her in the future."

Liu Zhimo glanced at him with a smile that was not a smile, "Which eye of yours would dislike her when I see her? "Hmm?"

"Ugh …" He was saying this only because he knew Qing Ling was black and had a fair complexion, "It's good that you don't mind."

In the middle of the night, when Li Qingling was sleeping soundly, he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door.

"Qing Ling, Rou Rou is getting hot. Can you lend me some silver? I'll take her to the town to see a doctor."

He had no choice but to ask her for help.

Hearing that, Li Qingling turned around and ran back to get some silver, and after putting on his shoes, he ran out again. At that moment, Mrs. Zhao also woke up and asked him what was wrong.

"Mother, your gentleness is hot, I will accompany Zhi Moge on a trip to town."

"You guys be careful." Mrs. Zhao was anxious too, "Summoning Mo, go to the Village Chief's house and borrow an ox cart, Rou Rou Rou cannot delay you any longer."

Liu Zhimo casually nodded his head, and told Li Qingling to go to his house to wait for him, then he went to borrow an ox cart.

Li Qingling ran over to the Liu Family household and saw Liu Zhiyan crying while holding Liu Zhirou.

She touched Liu Zhirou's forehead; it was indeed very hot, and if the child was not careful, she would easily die.

This time, she was anxious, before Liu Zhimo came back, she ran over to boil some warm water, then used a cloth to moisten it and stuck it on Liu Zhirou's forehead, hoping to have some effect.

"Sister Qing Ling, will my sister die?" Liu Zhiyan asked while crying. He was afraid that his sister would not want him anymore, just like her parents did. "It's all my fault.

Li Qingling changed the towel again and comforted him, "It won't happen, don't think too much."

With that, Liu Zhimo returned with the ox-cart. Li Qingling quickly walked into the room and carried a blanket out, and laid on the ox-cart.

It was a heavy night, and he couldn't let Liu Zhirou get cold enough to worsen her condition.

"Zhi Yan, come up with Rou Rou!" Li Qingling shouted, but when Liu Zhiyan and Yue Shan came up, she immediately covered them with her blanket.

They spent 6 hours walking to town yesterday, and got on an oxcart, which was half way faster than usual. When they arrived at the Gesun Hall, Liu Zhimo jumped off the oxcart and went to call for them.

"Coming, coming..." A moment later, a voice came from inside. The door opened, and it was the medicine boy he had seen today. "Young Master Li?"

"Little brother, may I ask if Dr. Xu is here? My sister is getting hot."

Liu Zhimo knew that only the Dr. Xu lived in the medicine shop, the other doctors lived in their own homes.

"Dr. Xu has not returned from his visit." The medicine boy looked at the little girl, whose face was flushed red, and knew that the patient could not be delayed. "Why don't you go to Hundred Herb Hall and ask?"

Liu Zhimo turned to look at his sister. If he continued to delay, his sister would turn into an idiot.

He thanked the ingredient boy, then jumped on the oxcart and went to Hundred Herb Hall.

If he did not have a request, Li Qingling would have been unable to hold it in and kicked him.

"May I ask if the doctor is in? My sister is feverish. " Liu Zhimo suppressed his anger and asked softly.

"Yes, yes, but it's not cheap at night. Do you have any silver? "

Li Qingling clenched his teeth and said, "Don't worry, you won't lose a single copper coin. Hurry up and call the doctor!"

The medicine boy glared at Li Qingling, coldly snorted, and then slowly walked in to get someone.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, an obese doctor walked out, looking at Li Qingling and the rest as he asked: "Where's the patient?"

Liu Zhimo silently carried Liu Zhirou who was burning like a small stove and walked forward. The fatty reached out and finished her pulse, then picked up a brush and wrote a medicinal list for the medicine boy, telling him to pick up the medicine to fry it.

He then sat on the chair and said without any trace of politeness, "Two taels of silver for the consultation fee."

This fatty was asking for it...

Li Qingling clenched his fists tightly, and looked at Liu Zhirou who was groaning uncomfortably, she closed her eyes and quietly exhaled, and endured.

"I only brought half a tael of silver with me. I'll give you the remaining two taels later." She took out half a silver tael and placed it on the table.

The fat guy picked up the half a tael of silver and threw it a few times, looking at Li Qingling and the rest with an even more disdainful expression.

"Give me some silver whenever you need it."

Li Qingling almost rushed forward, but he was held onto by Liu Zhimo, who placed Liu Zhirou into her embrace with a dark expression, "I'll be right back."

Here, he only knew the people from the Hall of World. He went to ask if he could borrow some silver.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhou Manager and the medicine boy walked in, "A single set of normal Feng Han medicine costs two taels of silver. Fatty Huang, you must have been greedy for money, right?" As he said that, he threw two taels of silver to Fatty and took the other half to Li Qingling, "Where's the medicine?"

Fatty Huang snorted coldly and waved his hand. A medicine boy came out with a bowl of medicine.

Liu Zhimo carefully coaxed Liu Zhirou to drink it, and when the fatty saw that, he asked, "You've drunk the medicine, hurry up and f * ck off."

Zhou Manager was not as pleased as he was. He lifted up his robes and sat down, "Such an expensive medical fee, of course we have to wait until the fever dies down before we go back.

He had always disliked Hundred Herb Hall's style. If he had the chance, he would naturally stay behind to scold Fatty Huang.