Wangfu little dumb wife

Chapter 137 Unreasonable (4 more)
Lu Xingzhou heard this, and suddenly said: "There is a medical officer from the Imperial Hospital in the Princess Mansion. He has good medical skills. If Mr. Song doesn't mind, I will let him see your little lady. What do you think?"

Song Wei shook his head: "You don't get paid for nothing, the kindness of the son-in-law is appreciated by the students."

Everyone has already rejected this job, and Lu Xingzhou doesn't want to make fun of himself anymore.

After sitting for a while, Song Wei offered to leave.

Xu Shu got up, followed him downstairs, and the two went straight to the Imperial College.

After entering the gate, Xu Shu patted his heart in fear, "I was taken aback. If it wasn't for my buddy's wit and cooperation with you in acting, I'm afraid I'd really be entangled by that little bastard right now."

As he said that, Xu Shu's face changed when he thought of something, "Song Wei, what we said just now, the son-in-law will not secretly send someone to investigate afterwards, right?"

Song Wei said calmly: "What he said is the truth, he can check it if he wants, I don't care."

After saying that, he looked at Xu Shu solemnly, and said: "But you can accompany me today, I still have to thank you."

"Which one of us is with whom, do we need to thank you?" Xu Shu raised his chin and said triumphantly: "Next time I go back to your house, you can ask my sister-in-law to show me something, I have never tasted her cooking."

Song Wei nodded in response, "Okay."

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After the two left, Lu Yanqing looked at Lu Xingzhou who had been silent all this time, "Father, do you want me to arrange someone to investigate? If Song Wei dares to tell a lie, my son will make him kneel in front of you and kowtow to apologize!"

Lu Xingzhou stopped him, "Don't mess around, no matter what Song Wei said is true or not, asking him to teach you experience will never work out, let's go back too, don't you still have class in the afternoon?"

Speaking of studying, Lu Yanqing slumped instantly, "I'm not feeling well, I'm going to take leave and go home to rest."

"Okay." Lu Xingzhou said, "I'll invite your mother to come and see you after I go back."

Lu Yanqing: "...It's not too serious, I can barely hold on to go to class."

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Song Wei was going to the Imperial College to study, and there were only Song Fang and Wen Wan's sister-in-law left at home. Although no one talked to relieve boredom, Song Fang didn't think it was a problem, and hummed a little song every day to make medicine for her sister-in-law happily.

In the first two days, Wen Wan subconsciously resisted drinking the medicine, but later she got used to it, and it was no different from drinking water. Every time Song Fang brought it, she would tilt her head, close her eyes and gulp down.

This continued for half a month.

Song Wei personally went to the door and invited Li Taiyi over.

Doctor Li asked Wen Wan to open her mouth and try to make a sound like last time, then he squinted his eyes to hear the effect.

Song Wei, Song Fang, and Xu Shu stood aside nervously, their eyes all staring at Doctor Li, seeing him frowning all the time, their hearts hung in their throats.

After Wen Wan yelled, she tightly clutched the hem of her clothes and looked at Doctor Li.

"Old man, how is Wanwan's situation? Is there any possibility of recovery?" Song Wei asked aloud.

Doctor Li thought for a while, nodded and said: "It sounds like there is a little change compared with half a month ago, it can be cured, but the course of treatment is longer, and the old man is not [-]% sure that he will be cured." Heal Mrs. Song."

Both Xu Shu and Song Fang looked at Song Wei.

At a time like this, of course he was the only one who could make up his mind.

Song Wei was not in a hurry to speak, his eyes fell on Wen Wan, and his tone was low, "Wan Wan, the old man said that he is not completely sure, will you agree?"

Wen Wan thinks, she is already in the worst situation, even if it can't be cured, it won't be much worse than now, not to mention, there is still a possibility of recovery for the other half!
She nodded, expressing her willingness to accept treatment.

Song Wei smiled happily, and said to Doctor Li: "Then Mr. Lao is here."

Doctor Li nodded, "Old man, change the prescription. Mrs. Song must continue to take the medicine to recuperate. I can't stop it. I will come back for acupuncture every three days."

With his words, several people feel at ease.

Song Wei stayed with Imperial Physician Li for a meal, and then sent him out in person.

Xu Shu asked his family's coachman to take Doctor Li back. He stayed behind and said to Song Wei, "What about the genius doctor, my buddy is here for you. As for whether it will succeed in the future, it depends on my sister-in-law. There is nothing my buddy can do to help."

Song Wei said: "Regardless of success or failure, I owe you a favor."

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Soak it in the medicine jar every day, and prick the needle every three days.

Such days came to the end of the new year in a blink of an eye, and the Imperial College began to have a holiday.

Song Wei took a rare late sleep, got up and had breakfast, accompanied his wife to buy new year's goods.

Song Fang stayed at home to clean up the house, messing around inside and out.

Song Wei bought red paper, and was going to write a couplet by himself, and then write a few blessings on the stickers to imbue the joy of the New Year. When holding the red paper, he thought of his parents in Ningzhou, and looked at Wen Wan, "I don't know what happened to my parents?"

I just sent a letter back more than half a month ago, and the reply from my parents will not arrive in the capital until the next year.

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As far as Ningzhou is concerned, since Song Wei and his wife took Song Fang to the capital, there was nothing serious about it, but Song Yuanbao didn't like to talk every time he came back from a ten-day break. In the study, Mrs. Song didn't know if she read the book or not, but he was definitely feeling uncomfortable.

Thinking about it, it took a year for the father to leave, and he couldn't get a letter in a month.The little guy was raised by San Lang himself while still drinking milk. He has never been separated from his father for such a long time. Can you feel happy?
Mrs. Song didn't bother to persuade her, thinking that after a long time, maybe he would come along.

All the land under San Lang's name was rented out, Mrs. Song and Mrs. Song were not used to being idle at first, and they always wanted to find something to do.

Father Song is fine, he doesn’t farm, he can take on more furniture-making jobs, and if he doesn’t have any jobs, he goes up the mountain and walks around. If he’s lucky, he can hunt a few wild game, and even if he’s unlucky, he can also gather two bundles of firewood and come back to make a fire.

Mrs. Song was so busy that she panicked. The vegetable garden was only the size of a palm, and it was not enough for her to do a few things every day. When she was free, she helped Erlang's family take care of the children, and occasionally went to the village for a visit.

The eldest girl is more than eight years old, and she is about to be nine years old. She was ordered by her parents to go to the fields. The second and third girls are still young, and they follow Mrs. Song's buttocks all day long. Although they are two little girls, thieves can eat, often While grandma was away, I reached out to ask grandpa for something delicious.

Father Song was soft-hearted, and as soon as his little granddaughter opened his mouth, he took it upon himself to find out the snacks Mrs. Song bought for Song Yuanbao.

The two little girls acted like they hadn't eaten snacks in a few lifetimes, they devoured them hungrily, and took all the rest home in their pockets after eating, not even leaving any crumbs to Song Yuanbao.

After Mrs. Song found out, she gave Father Song a hard reprimand, saying that he didn't know how to raise a baby, and that he had to let the girls of Erlang's family do whatever they wanted, and let them finish all the gold and silver.

Father Song said: "Isn't it just some snacks, eat as soon as you eat, hasn't Yuanbao come back yet? When he has a ten-day break, I will go to the town to pick him up, and just buy him along the way."

Mrs. Song stared at him, "Is that a question of whether to buy or not? Erlang's girl, who eats other people, has to take the rest back. Did our Yuanbao do this? Let me tell you, what kind of mother is there? What kind of girls are there, if those two girls don't teach them well, in a few years, they will be like their mothers, thinking about other people's families all day long."

Father Song thought it was nothing at first, but when the old woman said this, he suddenly felt that Erlang's daughter-in-law was wrong, but he gave out all the snacks, and he couldn't stretch out his hand to ask people back. He was quiet for a while, and suddenly said: "How about, Shall I let Yuan Bao eat at their house?"

Mrs. Song: "..."

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As winter came and the weather turned cold, Mrs. Song set up a stove outside the study and sat there warming herself by the fire with Sanya in her arms.

In the afternoon, a lean old man wrapped in a big padded jacket and wearing a melon skin cap came, poked his head to look into the Song family's courtyard, and happened to make eye contact with Mrs. Song who was sitting outside the study.

The old man didn't feel embarrassed, he walked straight into the courtyard door and coughed, "Is this Song Wei's and Song Sanlang's house?"

Mrs. Song didn't know what this man was doing, she didn't reply, and asked him, "Who are you?"

"I'm Song Sanlang and his master." The old man raised his chin with an air of arrogance.

Master?

Mrs. Song's complexion changed. Before Sanlang left, she repeatedly told her to keep an eye on the study, otherwise his master would come to "hunt for treasure". It's only been a few days, and he really came to the door by himself?

Losing is not losing, the old man's chin is raised high, Mrs. Song is taller than him, "Did you find the wrong place?"

"It can't be wrong." The old man folded his hands in his sleeves, glanced around, and said in a firm tone: "This must be Song Sanlang's den."

Mrs. Song wanted to push him out, but she thought that the other party was San Lang's master, if she really did that, it would be difficult to end if she offended him, so she asked patiently, "What are you going to do?"

The old man smiled and said directly: "He owes me a treasure, and I'll come to get it today."

Mrs. Song blocked the locked study door with her back, "Sanlang is not here, he is going to Beijing, what baby do you want, the capital will ask him to go."

The old man raised his brows slightly, "I'm not looking for him, I'm only looking for the baby. It's okay if he's not around, as long as the baby is here."

Mrs. Song frowned, "Hey! You old man, you are being unreasonable, aren't you?"

The old man straightened his back, "It's unreasonable, what's the matter? He owes me that!"

Mrs. Song said harshly: "There is still an IOU for borrowing money. There is no proof. If you say that my Sanlang owes you, you owe it to you? Are you such a rascal? Go, go, if you don't go, believe it or not, I will beat you up?"

The old man refused to leave, went to the main room by himself, moved a stool, came out and sat opposite Mrs. Song, surrounded most of the stove, dried his frozen hands, and said lazily: "I am Song Sanlang and his master. As a teacher and a father for life, if you dare to beat me, you are beating his father."

Mrs. Song: "..."

How old are you, why are you so shameless?

The old man said again: "From now on, I will live and eat at your house. When you give me something, I will leave."

Mrs. Song gritted her teeth, she couldn't control it, and left this challenge to Father Song, hoping that Father Song would come forward and send him away.

As a result, Mrs. Song stayed in the main room for a while and came out to take a look. The two old men were sitting by the stove, each serving half a bowl of wine, and the leftover fried peanuts from the morning were still on the bench next to them.

(End of this chapter)