Shopkeeper Jiang came in and asked, and Yang Mo nodded, "Since it has been delivered, I will enter the account carefully and let everyone know how much it has been used when the war is over."
Shopkeeper Jiang responded.
Mrs. Dong said: "Do you still need to keep accounts?"
Yang Mo said with a smile: "This is no different than opening a porridge shed. The rice and grain have been calculated in advance and will be used up in the end. This is for the wounded soldiers. There may not be enough for the moment, or there may not be enough. There must be an amount.
It’s also good for everyone to know where the things we take out are used.”
Grandma Ten is really doing good deeds. It's not like them doing it for the sake of face. Giving out porridge depends on how many days each family will open the porridge shed. When comparing with each other, it can't be the best or the worst.
It goes on like this year after year.
Mrs. Dong immediately felt ashamed again. The question she asked was so ridiculous.
"Does Grandma Ten know that Mrs. Zhou is going to open a porridge shack on Wednesday? She has already called many people to join us, and our family has also received the post. There was an incident in Beijing last year, and our family did not open a porridge shack, so we thought we might as well put it out this time."
It was because of this that the second old man's family proposed to open a porridge shed. This was a way to get twice the result with half the effort, not only doing a good deed, but also bringing out the rice that had been prepared last year.
It's enough if you use it to gain fame.
Yang Mo said: "If Mrs. Dong wants to open a porridge shed, she might as well open it herself. At this critical time, my own servants can arrange it, so I feel at ease."
Mrs. Dong really didn't think of this before.
Yang Mo also stopped ordering. After all, Mrs. Zhou had not opened the porridge shed yet, and no one knew what kind of rice was inside.
Mrs. Dong saw Yang Mo getting busy and hurriedly got up to say goodbye. When she returned to the house in the car, she asked her mother in charge, "Go and see how the porridge shack opened at the master's house is being prepared on Wednesday?"
The mother in charge said immediately: "We are almost ready. We said we would be giving out porridge starting tomorrow, and just now she came to urge us to send the rice there."
It's really fast. Master Wednesday's movements were much faster than usual this time.
There was news only yesterday that we were setting up a porridge tent today and would start serving porridge tomorrow, as if we were competing with someone.
Mrs. Dong frowned, "We have to take a closer look to avoid doing things incorrectly. We must do our best to do everything at home so that we don't make any mistakes again."
Master Wednesday is going to open a porridge shack in his house. Not only did Mrs. Zhou come to the door in person, Mrs. Zhou’s wife also wrote posts and letters. No matter who reads them, they have to give some respect. Moreover, Master Wednesday is also an accompanying military commander. As for Baohetang’s
Things are more or less on the table.
Grandma Ten came forward and brought a medicine shop on the street. Most of them used medicinal materials. Everyone felt that following Grandma Ten's good deeds would be inconvenient. It was better to do simple things and have old rules to follow.
way of doing.
In the afternoon, the steward's mother brought back the news, "It seems that the Zhou family's rice is shipped from Zhuangzi. The servant pretended to discuss the porridge shed with the steward over there, and took a special look at the rice. The rice grains were all yellow.
Yes, there’s also a musty smell.”
All rice is made from old rice, but old rice is also divided into good and bad. Most of the yellow rice with a musty smell is due to moisture during transportation. Mrs. Dong has long heard that some dignitaries bought the rice to pay for the tenants and long-term workers.
and do good deeds.
But if we use rice with a musty smell at this time, what should we do if something goes wrong? Everyone opens the porridge shed together. Who knows which family sent the rice? Mrs. Dong shook her head, no wonder Grandma Shi would remind her that she couldn't
Drain this muddy water.
Mrs. Dong was thinking this, and the steward outside said: "The third grandma from General Fan's house is here."
Mrs. Dong quickly stood up and led people to greet her.
When Grandma Fan San saw Mrs. Dong, she hurriedly asked about Dong Zhao's situation.
Mrs. Dong couldn't help but blush again and shook her head to Grandma Fan San, "I don't know what's going on yet, and the news hasn't come back. I've been looking forward to hearing from the court every day for a while."
Grandma Fan San comforted Mrs. Dong, and then talked about the porridge shed, "Madam, are you going to open the porridge shed with Mrs. Wednesday?"
Mrs. Dong nodded but immediately hesitated, "That's what I promised."
Grandma Fan San smiled and looked at Mrs. Dong, "Madam, you are not afraid of being fooled."
This was the second person to say this in front of her. Mrs. Dong immediately became energetic and asked, "How do you say this?"
Grandma Fan San said, "Madam was a little hesitant just now. Isn't it because of this?"
Mrs. Dong thought of a compromise, "I'm just guessing, but I can't talk nonsense."
Grandma Fan San is a refreshing person, "To be honest with you, Madam, we heard that several military generals have handed over their rice and grain. Can Madam's family also send it over?"
Mrs. Dong shook her head, "Not yet," she said, looking at Grandma Fan San, "Where's Grandma's house? Have you sent any rice over there?"
Grandma Fan San laughed and said, "Our old lady has been hiding from Grandma Zhou. Tomorrow she might as well go to our house, and Grandma Zhou will go over to talk. We will find out tomorrow what is going on with this porridge shed."
It turned out that Grandma Fan San came to see her for this matter.
Mrs. Dong came down and said, "I am also very upset at home. I will go to my house tomorrow to make trouble."
…
Old Mrs. Fan was unhappy, so Mrs. Zhou volunteered to help set up the porridge shed. In this way, what they had planned before was accomplished.
Mrs. Wednesday breathed a sigh of relief, that's fine. When the master comes back and gets the praise, she can be regarded as a hero. After all, Yang is still a bit young.
The mother next to her whispered: "We have already started serving porridge this morning. After hearing this, the wife smiled and said that she is very capable."
Finally, she won the favor of her mother-in-law, and a smile appeared on Mrs. Zhou's lips.
When the carriage arrived at Fan's house, Mrs. Zhou immediately got off the carriage and followed Grandma Fan into the inner house.
As soon as she walked into the hanging flower door, Mrs. Zhou smelled a pungent smell. Mrs. Zhou had to cover her mouth with a handkerchief and looked around, "What is it?"
Grandma Fan San smiled and said: "It's a banquet at home, the smell of cooking rice," she said, looking at Mrs. Zhou Zhou, "Madam is twins, is it uncomfortable to smell this smell?"
Mrs. Zhou quickly took off the veil and said, "It's okay, I just... find it strange... the rice tastes really weird."
Grandma Fan San said: "It will be fine if you go through this section."
Sure enough, as we passed through a courtyard, the smell dissipated a lot, and Mrs. Zhou finally took a breath.
After walking to the flower hall and entering the house, Mrs. Zhou heard Mrs. Fan's voice coming from inside, "Why... this will make it better. What's the reason?"
Mrs. Zhou followed the sound and looked over. During this time, Mrs. Fan was helped to move around the house.
Mrs. Wednesday also opened her eyes in surprise.
When she came yesterday, Mrs. Fan was still bedridden and seemed very sad. Mrs. Fan used hot coarse salt to compress the old lady's legs.
Mrs. Fan also said, "I probably won't be able to stand up in this life."
How come in the blink of an eye, people are walking on the ground.
Mrs. Wednesday blinked her eyes after a long while.
Mrs. Fan saw Mrs. Wednesday and said, "It turns out that Mrs. Wednesday has arrived."
As she spoke, Mrs. Fan also turned her head, her eyes passed over Mrs. Zhou's face, and then she said with a smile, "Mrs. Zhou, how are you doing? Is it much better than yesterday?"
"Much better," Mrs. Zhou immediately greeted her. "The old lady walks very fast, even my wife can't compare." After saying this, Mrs. Zhou suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart. Could it be done by Yang?
, "The old lady has found a good doctor to treat her legs?"
Mrs. Fan's face was bright red and she was very happy, "I've seen all the doctors in Beijing and abroad, and none of the medicines they prescribed worked. I got the elixir from the immortals. I can rejuvenate myself with just one pill. When the old man comes back from the war, I can't tell you."
He can't even recognize me anymore, so I must go to the front door of the mansion to greet him this time."
There was laughter in the room, and Mrs. Fan said: "Dad will be very happy to see it."
It turns out that I got the elixir from a Taoist priest, not Yang.
Madam Zhou's heart suddenly dropped back to her chest, and when she relaxed, she realized that she had broken out in a cold sweat just now.
It would be nice if it wasn't the Yang family that was causing trouble.
Mrs. Wednesday just thought of this.
Old Mrs. Fan burst out laughing, "Mrs. Zhou really believes it," she said, extending her hand, "Let Mrs. Zhou see the immortal who gave me the elixir."
Mrs. Zhou was surprised when she saw the curtain opened and a woman walking in before the Taoist priest left the house.
The woman raised her head and met Mrs. Wednesday's eyes.
Mrs. Wednesday's eyes almost popped out.
Yang.
It's really Yang.
Sure enough, it was Yang.
Mrs. Zhou's heart was beating in a panic, as if tens of millions of horses were trampling over it. She looked at each other with her mother, the steward next to her, and saw her own face as pale as a ghost in the eyes of the steward's mother.
"If it weren't for Grandma Shi, I wouldn't be able to stand up."
"I didn't believe it before, but a piece of tree bark can cure my illness," Mrs. Fan said, stepping forward and bowing to Yang Mo, "Thank you, Grandma Shi, for curing my illness."
The Fan family also hurriedly bowed down.
Yang Mo hurriedly stepped forward and helped Old Mrs. Fan up, "Old lady, sit down quickly."
Mrs. Wednesday's master and servant stood there blankly, like a defeated rooster, watching the Fan family treat Yang as a distinguished guest, while she was left alone and ignored.
Old Mrs. Fan even pulled Yang to talk, with the same kind look as when Princess Xian looked at Yang.
Mrs. Wednesday didn't understand.
It’s just a Yang family.
After seeing through it, she is a female doctor. Why do so many people like her?
A person who didn't know how to turn around, who didn't know how to deal with everything, actually ran in front of her in the blink of an eye.
"What's wrong with the third lady? Her face is so ugly." Mrs. Fan noticed it first.
Everyone looked over.
Mrs. Zhou immediately smiled, her trembling face making her smile look particularly ugly, "I... didn't... I just didn't expect that the immortal the old lady mentioned was our tenth grandma."
"That's your fault," Mrs. Fan said meaningfully. "You didn't know that your family member is a fairy. Otherwise, how could I stand up and walk?"
When their eyes met, Mrs. Zhou was overwhelmed with emotion. She didn't want to say good things about Yang, especially in front of so many people. She didn't want to praise Yang.