Sister-in-law from a poor family

Chapter 44 Asking the Marquis for His Blessing

I went to Xia Ma Lao Wu's place again and asked him for some two sharp saw teeth and two halves of iron rings.

Ma Laowu is a butcher, but his family has all been blacksmiths for generations, so these things are not difficult to find.

After Qin Mianmian bought these things, she saw a pig's head next to it, and she suddenly became interested.

"How do you sell this pig head?" She asked, looking left and right, pointing at the huge pig head.

"This pig's head. If the girl wants it, I'll give you fifty cents. Do you think that's okay?" Ma Laowu wiped his hands and took out the pig's head.

This pig head weighs about ten kilograms. Because the bones are many and the skin is thick, few people would buy it.

So if someone asks, Ma Laowu usually just gives some money, as long as he doesn't lose money.

After all, if you keep each one in your hand, you won’t be able to eat it in hot weather, and it would be uneconomical to have to throw it away in the end.

"Okay, then hold it for me." Qin Mianmian said cheerfully.

After saying that, he counted out the copper coins neatly and gave the money very generously.

Mrs. Fu Chen next to her hesitated to speak. She felt distressed looking at the copper plates, but she didn't say anything.

Ma Laowu neatly placed the pig's head on the desk, then raised his hand and dropped the knife, peeling off the pig's scalp in three strokes.

Then he split the pig's head open, chopped it into several pieces, wrapped them in a large banana leaf, and threw them into the backpack, and the work was done.

It was already afternoon when the family of three arrived home sweating profusely.

Fu Tian, ​​who usually didn't like to leave his room, was sitting at the door of the courtyard, holding a yellowed book in his hand and reading absentmindedly.

When I saw them coming back, I was obviously a little excited, and I almost dropped the book in my hand.

"You guys are back, how are you? Is Jingbo okay?" He stood up and looked at Fu Jingbo up and down, and asked anxiously.

Qin Mianmian accidentally glanced at the book in his hand and seemed to see the word "Art of War" written on the cover.

He didn't expect that Fu Tian, ​​who was born into a villager family, could actually read, and he didn't expect that he could actually understand the art of war.

People should not be judged by their appearance, and the ancients would not deceive her.

"Let's go back first and then we'll talk about it when we get home."

Qin Mianmian sighed and went directly into the yard.

This matter was a bit serious, and she didn't know how to talk to Fu Tian and his wife.

"Is there something wrong with the injury on the head?" Before she could speak, Fu Tian asked himself.

"Is there a problem with the head injury? Is the blood congestion going away?" Fu Chen came over as soon as she put down her backpack and asked anxiously.

Qin Mianmian looked at the nervous expressions of the two people. Doctor Sun must have told them about the seriousness of this matter before, so she nodded with a bitter look on her face.

"The blood congestion is going to dissipate? Really?" Fu Tian's voice sounded a little excited.

Qin Mianmian raised his eyebrows, why did he feel that something was not right?

The joy on Fu Tian's face could not be hidden, and he did not look worried.

"Mom, he's had bruises on his head for five years." Qin Mianmian pursed her lips and reminded Fu Chen in a low voice.

"Yes, it's been five years." Fu Chen was extremely melancholy.

Then he laughed again: "The congestion is finally going away, it's finally going away."

As she spoke, she clasped her hands and bowed around, not knowing who she was thanking.

"But mother, there is a risk if his blood congestion dissipates." Qin Mianmian pursed her lips and warned in a low voice.

"Risk, what's the risk? It's not like the blood will dissipate and it will be fine, it will remind you of those things."

Fu Chen didn't care, still a little happy.

Fu Tian calmed down a bit and looked Fu Jingbo up and down.

"Is this why you have a headache?"

Qin Mianmian took a sip of water and nodded: "Yes, exactly."

"What's the danger?" "The doctor said that if the congestion is not fully absorbed, it will be life-threatening." Qin Mianmian pursed her lips and turned a little pale.

Qin Mianmian felt like a thorn in his heart after hearing what Doctor Sun said. The more he thought about it, the more he became afraid.

Originally I was just considering whether to stay at Fu's house, but now I have no idea of ​​leaving at all.

Even if he really wants to leave, he must at least wait until Fu Jingbo's physical condition stabilizes.

"Life is in danger." Fu Tian gasped, and Fu Chen was also shocked.

"Yes, if it can't be absorbed, I'm afraid." After she finished speaking, she glanced at Fu Jingbo again, with worry on her face.

"I'm afraid, sister, what are you talking about?" Fangfang stood next to her, raising her head and blinking her eyes.

"It's okay, there are buns here, Fangfang, take it and eat it." Qin Mianmian put one bun in her hand and handed the other to Fu Tian.

"I'm afraid that's what we should do now." Fu Chen couldn't care less and hurriedly pulled Fu Jingbo to sit down.

Looking carefully, looking up and down, I didn't see anything different about him from before.

"This is nothing different. How can it be so serious?"

"Don't say anything, let's listen to what my daughter-in-law has to say first." Fu Tian frowned and interrupted Fu Chen.

"Mianmian, tell me, what did Dr. Sun say? Is there no way to deal with this matter?"

He asked quite calmly, but Qin Mianmian could see that he was actually very anxious.

"The doctor said that you should always keep an eye on him in the future. If something is wrong, you need to call a doctor immediately, otherwise it may not be possible to save him."

"Keep watch at all times." Fu Chen was even more confused.

"Yes, there is no other way now. Mom, prepare to make dinner. It won't help if everyone is around."

"Okay, what Mianmian said makes sense. Mianmian, from now on, this matter will be left to you. If anything happens, call your mother immediately, and be sure to take good care of him."

Fu Tian immediately made the decision, and then asked Fu Chen to get some food.

"I'll go too, that pig scalp needs to be done well." Qin Mianmian was about to help, but was stopped by Fu Tian.

"You stay here, and don't go too far away from Jingbo in the future. I'll go take a look at your mother's place."

Fu Tian confessed with a strange expression, and left without waiting for Qin Mianmian's reply.

Since someone had already passed by the kitchen, Qin Mianmian certainly couldn't go there again.

Fu Tian walked outside the house, looked at Tian and murmured to himself.

"Please bless me, Lord Marquis, and let this last trace of the blood of the Marquis pass on.

Even if he can't remember anything, even if he just lives an ordinary life and does nothing, as long as the blood continues, we have a chance to clear the grievances. "

He said in a hoarse voice, and then pondered for a moment before limping to the kitchen on crutches.

In the room over here, Qin Mianmian was holding the rope he had just bought and preparing to turn it into a noose.

I was going to put it away later, so it was naturally convenient to wrap it up now.

After all, vines are capable of drying, so when it comes to making a noose, hemp rope is naturally the most useful.

If she hadn't gone to the mountain with nothing, she wouldn't have used the unbreakable vines as a noose.

If you use a rope to pull it now, it will be twice as easy to pull as a vine.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Fangfang asked with a cute look on her face while nibbling on the bun.

"Sister, make something good." Qin Mianmian rubbed her hair and said with a smile.

"Why is this made like this? This is so fun." Fangfang reached out and picked up a rolled noose.

"Is this something that allows us to eat meat? Sister, if we put this on the mountain, will we have meat to eat again?"

"We have something to eat today." Qin Mianmian smiled proudly.

(End of this chapter)