Chapter 12

When Liu Huniang heard this, her eyes turned black.

What?
Her precious son is dying!

No longer caring about the cost of soup and medicine, I got up and ran home quickly.

Jiang Zhimian also planned to follow.

"Mianmian, what are you doing?" Mrs. Jiang hurriedly grabbed her, "Their family is going to die, be careful of bad luck."

"Grandma, I have to save Liu Hu." Jiang Zhimian said.

Old Mrs. Jiang was 1 unwilling, shaking her head like a rattle, "Don't go, this Liu Huniang is a shrew, what will I do if I get angry again and hurt you?"

If something happened to Jiang Zhimian, she would really die.

"Grandma, saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, and we all belong to the same village, so there's no need to make such an ugly mess." Jiang Zhimian persuaded.

The most important thing is that she is also worried that when Liu Hu really dies, this Liu Huniang will come to Jiang's house every day to make trouble.

The family is already poor and white, so they can't cede the land for compensation, right?

If there is no land, everyone can only starve to death.

So for the Jiang family, she had to go and see.

"Then..." Mrs. Jiang finally gritted her teeth, "Then I'll go with you. If that shrew dares to bully you, grandma will fight her to the death."

Bringing this sixty-something bodyguard with him, Jiang Zhimian finally went out.

When they arrived at Liu Hu's house, the sound of vomiting could be heard through the wall.

"I'll go," Jiang Zhimian scolded in a low voice, "Isn't this brat too fragile?"

As early as when Liu Huniang came to make trouble, she knew the cause of Liu Hu's rash.

It was early spring, and the dead branches and rotten leaves that had been sealed for a cold winter were all thawed out, piled up and rotted and decomposed, and in this process, poisonous gas would be produced.

Commonly known as miasma.

Miasma is the worst in places like mud pits.

Liu Hu was pampered and raised since he was a child, and his skin is very delicate. That's why he developed red rashes all over his body after being stained with miasma-laden mud.

As for vomiting...

Jiang Zhimian thought of Liu Huniang saying that this brat even had rashes on his tongue.

I'm afraid they ate sea buckthorn covered in mud.

This incident tells us that it is not terrible to be a foodie, but it is terrible to be a foodie who eats everything!
Right now, the terrible foodie——Liu Hu, was lying on the bed dying. On his chubby cheeks, red rashes had formed into one piece, looking very terrifying.

"My son, what should I do? Mother will take you to the town to find a doctor." Liu Huniang cried with tears in her eyes.

Someone nearby persuaded, "The town is more than 20 miles away from our village, not to mention the distance, and I have to ride a bullock cart. With this bumpy ride, I'm afraid my life will be gone before I reach the town!"

"Then what should we do? There is no doctor in our village, my God, this is going to take my son's life!"

Jiang Zhimian was sad to hear that.

Although Liu Huniang is vicious outside, she loves her son from the bottom of her heart.

In this regard, it is similar to Mrs. Jiang's love for her.

"Do you have a needle at home? Two more copper coins and a lighted oil lamp." Jiang Zhimian stood up and said.

Hearing this voice, Liu Huuniang turned her head and noticed the existence of the two.

Immediately, he became very angry, "Whoever let you in, get out of here quickly, you are not welcome in our family!"

She is very fierce, unexpectedly Jiang Zhimian is more fierce than her, "Shut up, do you still want your son to live?"

Mrs. Jiang also raised her arms and stood up, "If you want him to die, you can yell louder. If you don't want to, then quickly find something for Mianmian!"

(End of this chapter)

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