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The Queen Mother's turbid tears rolled down, and the hot tears fell on Wang Er's back of his hand. Wang Er felt hot. This hotness made his heart tremble.

She continued: "But today, you almost cut off your hands because of gambling. My mother wanted to... just want to stuff you back from my intestines, just pretend that you didn't give birth to you, so as not to let you suffer that pain."

"Mom!" Wang Er immediately knelt on the ground with a "flash", tears flowing downwards.

The Queen Mother sniffed, wiped her tears, then raised her hand to wipe away his tears, and said lovingly: "The Shen family is our savior. You have not died outside, it is the kindness of others giving. From today on, unless the Shen family forgives you, don't call me my mother. Remember, remember."

After saying this, she stood up and Wang Er went to help her again, but she slowly pushed it away. Looking at my mother's trembling back, it made him feel more uncomfortable than slapping him in the mouth.

He bit his lip and kowtowed three times: "Mom! I'm wrong! I'll change, change! Don't ignore me, don't ignore me, mom!"

The Queen Mother sighed, but did not look back.

This sigh is full of the pain of the world and hits people's hearts.

The next morning, it was a new day.

The Shen brothers bid farewell to their parents and set out on the path to Mozhai. On this side, Wang Er got up early and came outside the Shen family.

It happened that Yang Chengli came to the Shen family and wanted to take Shen Cheng to the mountain to measure the fields.

Wang Er touched his blushed and swollen cheeks, and said a little embarrassedly, "Uncle Shen, I'm here, what's the job for me to do?"

Shen Cheng was stunned at first, and then replied: "Bring a hoe, measure the ground first today, and then we will turn the ground from beginning to end, and let's talk about the others when my mistress has finished learning."

"Hey." Wang Er picked up the hoe and followed Yang Chengli and Shen Cheng out.

Shen Ning in the room opened the curtain and glanced at it, withdrew his gaze, and smiled, "Mom, Wang Er actually came to find work."

Mrs. Shen put down the embroidery work in her hand, picked up the curtain and looked at it, and said with a pout, "This kid still has a conscience." After a pause, she turned her head and instructed, "As the saying goes, dogs can't change their shit, you can hide from him, remember to follow me and don't leave alone."

Shen Ning frowned and nodded, "I know."

Let’s talk about this day, the spring day is clear, and Dashilan, Shuntian Prefecture, began to sell various orchids on the third day of March, just like the market in the Ming Dynasty.

Because His Majesty of the dynasty believed in Taoism, the incense that was about to come was also the birthday of Emperor Zhenwu, and the incense became stronger than before.

Just in this time of infinite peace and quiet, beggars with Shanxi accents appeared from time to time in the bustling street market in the capital. Because the bustling street markets beside them were too warm and the clothes of princes and ministers who were floating and rich, these beggars seemed even more dazzling.

A small vendor on the roadside smiled lowly, talking on the Beijing-sounding Mandarin language, and shouted in a sharp voice: "It's a group of old men again. Why? The Jinjiayuan on Shanxi Road can't accommodate them anymore? What's wrong with us coming to Beijing?"

Hearing his sarcastic words, the old man selling steamed cakes beside him was timid and quickly whispered: "You are a hammer! Don't talk. Our Ming Dynasty is different from the Gentiles. Taizu ordered the beggars to be kind. If you are caught talking like this, you will be punished by a stick!"

"Hmph!" The vendor glanced at him in dissatisfaction, as if these refugees and beggars had slandered him. I don't know where he got his net worth, which made him look down on the people in all areas except Shuntian Prefecture.

At this time, several young workers from the nursing home got into the crowd, and while trying to win over the refugees to settle temporarily, some of them took out money and asked these people to leave quietly.

All refugees traveled through mountains and rivers to this stable and prosperous world of flowers. How could they leave? When the advice was not enough, they could only take them back to the Jiaqingyuan to settle down.

Seeing this, the vendor snorted again with a sarcastic snorted again, and raised his voice like the locals. He said lazily, "Look, there are not one or two old Xizis who come to the capital to make a living. Who can care about them for the rest of their lives? In my opinion, these people are just not diligent in all limbs, and come to our capital to get benefits!"

"Bah!" The old man spat suddenly and said angrily: "Old man, I am also from the outside world. We are eating your rice and flour? How can you roll your eyes? Counting three generations, who has not been in trouble and has ever been begged for food? You can speak quickly!"

"Oh! Hey, hit someone! Come on! Take a look!"

The old man picked up the rolling pin and hit it head-on: "Bao you to death, so that you can know what Bashi is called!" The old woman at the tea stall came to like this old man. When she saw that he was suffering a loss, she quickly rolled up her sleeves and stood at the street corner and cursed.

"If you hit, just beat it! You will be too excited. I am afraid that others will not know that you are a land house in Shuntian Mansion. The poor family is leaking from all sides. Eighteen people are crowded in a nest, shattering the ashes, and stealing people. I can't do it myself. I broke my head from the eight major hutongs and welcomed a young wife from the outside world to go home. Is this a girl who is widowed or a stepmother for you!"

"I, I, you old guy, I'm so damn!"

"Oh, the fight started, everyone, go and have a look!"

A small farce has just started to be performed in the street market, but above the temple, the battle between acting and wisdom is about to begin.

Xia Yan's body has been very strange recently. Even when the spring is warm and the cold and heat are changing, he still feels that his heart is full of fire, and there is always a sudden and hot breath in his body.

After the Chinese New Year, he was in his sixties. No wonder he felt sad. He stood in the spring, and his forehead was filled with thin sweat from time to time. He kept wiping his sweat with a soft towel, which seemed a little cramped.

Tao Zhongwen was wearing a graceful and elegant cross-dressing robe, and walked slowly in Fengya. He followed his two apprentices, shook the whisk slightly, and bowed to Xia Yan.

Xia Yan took his eyes and looked at him, feeling a little unhappy. Instead, he seemed to have thought of something, but he was smiling and smiled in a depressing way. He smiled in a depressing way and said, "Shenxian Tao."

Xia Yan actually talked to him? Tao Zhongwen was secretly surprised, but his face was full of respect. He quickly spoke, "Shoushou Xia's expression is not very good. Have you been uncomfortable recently?"

"Uh..." Xia Yan hesitated for a moment, nodded, then raised his hand to wipe his sweat, and said, "Maybe the sunlight is too strong."

Tao Zhongwen frowned slightly and looked at the majestic and closed palace gate. He turned to his disciple behind him and said, "Go to get three cents of gentian, two cents of Gastrodia elata, five cents of Rehmannia, and three cents of Pueraria root, and send it to Xia Shoufu's mansion." He raised his eyes and looked at Xia Yan, smiled kindly, and then said, "This is the prescription passed down by Ge Hong Ge Xian Gong. After boiling the corn, put it in cold water, soak it for five days to make the water sour and float on white flowers. Take water and decoct the medicine."

Xia Yan was slightly stunned. What is the prescription?

Tao Zhongwen continued: "This water is called sour slurry. It regulates the middle and stimulates qi, quenchs thirst, relieves restlessness and sleeps, regulates the internal organs, and relieves the pain of night sweats of the Suzhou Supplement. The medicinal materials are just three doses of medicine. If you think it is effective after taking it, you can take it slowly for three or five doses. But after all, it is three parts of the medicine and cannot be relied on for a long time."

Xia Yan was slightly stunned and thought to himself that this villain's flattery face was really disgusting. If he had not been able to get the plan, he would not mediate with this person even if he died.

"Then I'll thank God Tao."
Chapter completed!