Zhang's face dropped and she refused to leave, "Sister Qingqing, are you still angry with Bai Tian? Is it okay for me to kowtow to you and apologize to you?"
Shen Qingqing grabbed the back of her neck and said, "Kowtow is enough. I still say what I said, if you are sick, go to the doctor. I have no control over this matter."
"If you move one step forward, I won't be able to hold my fist back."
Looking at her raised fists, Mrs. Zhang was still intimidated. She went home dejected and told Shen Qingqing that she was unwilling to come to help.
Meng Baolin was so angry that he banged the table, "This Shen Qingqing is really petty-minded. We have already apologized several times, what else does she want?"
The second daughter-in-law said silently next to her: "What's wrong with you after you apologized? If someone has long legs and they don't want to come, how can you still tie them up?"
Meng Baolin glared at her, clenched his back molars, and was so angry that he couldn't speak for a long time.
The second child, Meng Baochuan, stood up and said: "Let's do as she said first and ask the doctor to take a look. It seems to me that my mother has a bad stomach."
Meng Baolin had no choice but to go out in the dark and invite Dr. Li from the entrance of the village.
Finally, it was diagnosed that Mrs. Wang had gastrointestinal discomfort caused by eating dirty things, and she only needed to take two doses of mild stomach-nourishing herbs to recover.
As for the crazy words in the past few days, it was a mental disorder caused by excessive fright, which requires a long period of recovery.
Meng Baolin was dumbfounded, "Is it just a bad stomach? Not haunted by evil spirits? Doctor Li, did you check wrongly?"
The old doctor rolled his eyes at him, "I have been treating people for decades, and this is the first time I have met a son like you, hoping that your own mother will be haunted by evil spirits? You are so filial!"
"I'm not..." Meng Baolin scratched the back of his head and didn't know how to explain it. He was very confused.
The old doctor was too lazy to continue talking to him and said straightforwardly: "I have some herbs for stomach nourishment at home. You can get them from my house later. I don't have any herbs for nourishing energy and energy. You need to go to town with the prescriptions yourself."
Buy it at the hospital.”
"The medical fee and medication are two hundred cash in total. Which of you will pay?"
I just spent ten taels of silver in the afternoon, and now I need another two hundred. I don't know how much it will cost when I go to town to get medicine. Meng Baolin felt a little reluctant to part with it.
The old doctor saw through his thoughts at a glance and snorted: "Mrs. Wang has worked hard for most of her life, but in the end she has raised three white-eyed wolves!"
Meng Baolin blushed at the words "white-eyed wolf", turned around and touched Zhang's shoulder, "Go and get the money."
Mrs. Zhang felt angry, but she didn't want to be known as unfilial in front of outsiders, so she had to take out the money at the bottom of the box.
After paying the medical bills and seeing Dr. Li off, the whole family stood in the hall and looked at each other. No one took the initiative to mention the ghost hunting in the afternoon.
Finally, the second daughter-in-law couldn't hold it in any longer and muttered in a low voice: "I told you a long time ago that the Taoist priest has a sinister appearance and doesn't look like a good person at first glance. You just didn't listen. Now you have been cheated and your money is gone."
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Meng Baolin was already angry. When he heard these words, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He gritted his teeth and asked, "I don't have any money to cheat you, right?"
"It's just that I'm talented, otherwise I would just sit on the bench and watch the fun."
Meng Baolin was so angry that the veins on his forehead were throbbing. He threw up his sleeves and rushed out the door, shouting: "I will go to town to settle the score with that stinking Taoist priest right now!"
The second daughter-in-law snorted, "If he could find someone to blame, he would probably have taken the money and run away! If not, why would he stay there, waiting to be beaten?"
Meng Baochuan quickly stepped forward and covered her mouth, "Just say a few words and let him look for her. He will give up after the search."
That night, Mrs. Wang's whole family couldn't sleep well, they were all worried about money.
Shen Qingqing had a good night's sleep. When she went out to fetch water the next day, she happened to encounter two brothers, Meng Baolin and Meng Baochuan, quarreling. There was a crowd of villagers watching the commotion gathered in front of their house.
She listened from a distance, and it seemed that Meng Baochuan was unwilling to bear Mrs. Wang's medical expenses and was clamoring to split up and live alone.
One of the brothers scolded his younger brother for being cold-blooded and ruthless, and he was sorry for his mother's years of upbringing; the other scolded his older brother for being as stupid as a pig and deserving of being deceived.
The two of them were arguing with each other, and finally the elder of the Meng family stood up to seek justice. Mrs. Wang was still ill, so the family would definitely not be divided. They blamed the two brothers and settled the matter.
After watching the excitement, Shen Qingqing went home and made breakfast. Today she is going to town to order a plaque. The original noodle shop was called "Wang's Noodle House". Now that the owner has changed, the plaque must be replaced.
As for what to call the new store, she had already thought about it, and decided to call it "Hundred Bowls of Noodles". As the name suggests, she only sells a hundred bowls of each type of noodles every day.
In this era, a bowl of plain noodles costs five or six cents, and those with meat only cost ten cents. Even if you work for a day, you will not make much money even if you work hard.
So she planned to engage in hunger marketing, increase the unit price, and limit the supply during concentrated hours every day. This way, she would not be tired, and she could earn a few taels of silver steadily every day, and she would not have to worry about the basic expenses of herself and her children.
The town's carpenter's shop is on the same street as the noodle shop. The owner of the shop is an honest and honest middle-aged man. Hearing that Shen Qingqing came to order a plaque, he shook his head with an apologetic look.
"I'm really sorry. The old man who usually helps us write is sick. He has been so ill for the past two days that he can't even hold a pen. I won't be able to find another man who is good at writing for a while. Why don't you go again?
Check out other stores?”
In fact, Shen Qingqing can also write calligraphy. When she was learning to draw talisman with her master, she learned it for two days. As for why she only learned it for two days - the master said that her calligraphy was unworthy of her ancestors and she was not allowed to continue learning.
"Does the boss know which gentleman in town is good at handwriting? I'll go find them myself."
"That boy from the Zhang family is very good at calligraphy. Scholars in the town are praising him, but the Zhang family looks down on him as if he were an eyeball. There's no way he's going to come out and write a plaque for you."
As soon as the boss finished speaking, a man's clear voice sounded outside: "The boss didn't ask me, how do you know I won't help?"
The shop owner was stunned when he saw the visitor, then turned to Shen Qingqing and said, "This is the Zhang Tongsheng I'm talking about. If you have any needs, just tell him."
Shen Qingqing tilted her head and looked at the young man who had just come in. He looked to be no more than twenty years old. He was dressed in green clothes and exuded the elegance and elegance unique to a scholar.
He was born with regular facial features and full three palaces, especially the Guanlu Palace in the middle of his forehead, which is plump and flat. At first glance, he doesn't look like something from a pond.
It's just that there's a turbid air gathering in the Ming Palace between his eyebrows, which is in conflict with his wealthy and prosperous face.
Shen Qingqing frowned, something didn't seem right about this man's face.
Zhang Chengyi was originally planning to go to the bookstore to buy a few books. When he passed by the carpenter's shop, he happened to hear someone talking about him. He found it interesting and came in to chat.
As a result, the girl who asked him to write didn't say anything and stared at him blankly with her beautiful phoenix eyes.
The bright sunlight outside seemed to have penetrated into her eyes, and the dim light made his face feel slightly hot. This chapter has been completed!