Yang Mo smiled slightly and was not ready to help. The second wife's family had always told her to be good at dancing with long sleeves. Today she also wanted to see how Mrs. Zhou danced with her sleeves.
In fact, who doesn't know whether it is true or not? What is good at dancing is just self-deception.
Mrs. Wednesday's face was tense.
Mrs. Fan's smile became even brighter, "They are all sisters-in-law. The third lady is not willing to praise Grandma Ten, so I will praise you. Grandma Ten's medicine is really more effective than the elixir."
Usually she would only put others into embarrassing situations, but now the third lady herself was no better than others.
Mrs. Zhou said: "Our grandma Shi is very skilled in medicine."
Old Mrs. Fan was even more happy when she heard this, "What the Third Madam said," she said after a pause, "Why is it such a coincidence that Mrs. Wednesday is also here today."
It seems that I completely forgot about the post my wife wrote on Tuesday.
Mrs. Zhou immediately said: "It's about setting up a porridge shed. Our wife has already told the old lady about it."
"By the way, that's it." Mrs. Fan nodded.
Mrs. Zhou's suppressed heart immediately began to beat for joy again. She didn't care what Mr. Yang did as long as she could accomplish something.
Mrs. Zhou immediately said: "This is a good thing. The rice harvest was poor last year, so the price of rice will be higher this year. There are countless victims in Beijing who cannot eat, and there is war in Baoding..."
Old Mrs. Fan nodded and said, "I know it's a good thing. It's good to do good deeds. Wait a moment. The ladies of the Tong family, the Zhu family, the Fu family, and the Hu family will come together. Let's discuss it together."
Mrs. Wednesday smiled and nodded.
Yang Mo had already finished prescribing the medicine, but she was not in a hurry to leave. She sat aside and talked to Mrs. Fan.
"When taking medicine, you should prepare some food to prevent stomach discomfort from the medicine. You should also take the prescription I prescribed on time. Madam will also apply hot salt to your legs to relieve the pain. You should also use the injection once a day. How about that?
Nothing less.”
Mrs. Fan nodded, "But I think these things are not as effective as your medicine."
Her medicine was just salicin, which is natural from willow bark, and was the original version of aspirin. She suddenly remembered it when she came to diagnose Mrs. Fan.
Over a cup of tea, several ladies arrived one after another.
Everyone was sitting together drinking tea, laughing and talking, and Mrs. Wednesday was about to bring up the matter of opening a porridge shed.
Mrs. Fan looked at Mrs. Fan, "Are you ready for all the rice?"
Mrs. Fan nodded, "Ready."
As he spoke, he looked at Mrs. Fan and said, "Where's the porridge? Bring over the porridge and give everyone a bowl."
Mrs. Fan's eyes flickered, she paused for a moment, then stood up and said, "Daughter-in-law, go get it now."
The cooked porridge was not the strange smell she smelled as soon as she entered the door.
Mrs. Zhou looked at Mrs. Fan's expression carefully. Mrs. Fan was smiling. She couldn't see anything special. Why would she let everyone eat porridge at this time?
When the Fan family servants brought the porridge, Mrs. Zhou immediately smelled the disgusting smell again.
A bowl of hot porridge is placed on the low table next to it.
Mrs. Zhou unconsciously covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief and looked down. What kind of porridge was this? The rice grains were yellow.
The ladies in the room looked at each other.
Mrs. Tong scooped up some rice with a spoon and put it down, saying in surprise: "Old lady, what kind of porridge are you making? Why does it look weird?"
Mrs. Fan's face had already darkened, "This is the rice taken out of the porridge shed. I don't know which company sent moldy rice, mixed in it. All ladies are addicted to fine rice grains. You can smell it just by smelling it."
Come out."
Why are you talking about this suddenly?
It was like a bolt from the blue.
Mrs. Zhou felt as if an iron rod had come out of the ground and strung her whole body together, making her feel cold from head to toe. She immediately looked at the steward mother next to her, who also had an ugly face.
People discovered the use of moldy rice at home.
No one expected that it would be known so quickly.
Old Mrs. Fan said: "Our family also wants to send rice to open a porridge shed. When I heard about this, I asked my eldest wife to stop it. If something happens, none of us will be able to escape the responsibility. You can probably get this kind of rice."
I don’t know, but I know it very well,” Mrs. Fan said, looking at Mrs. Fan, “Go and take out the jars from the old lady’s room.”
Mrs. Fan responded and hurriedly went into the inner room to get something. After a while, she came over holding a ceramic jar with blue and white lotus branches.
Mrs. Fan said: "Open the lid, take out a handful of rice and put it on the table."
Mrs. Fan grabbed a handful of rice and put it down carefully.
Everyone looked over and saw that the rice grains on the table had turned yellow.
"We are all the families of military generals. You may have heard some things from the men. The food in the military camp is not that delicious. If something goes wrong, you will suffer from vomiting and diarrhea. Many soldiers will get sick because of eating rice like this. But.
There's nothing we can do about the war. Transporting grain and grass sometimes gets damp. Although we all know that eating such rice will cause problems, in that case we can only eat it. Our old man brought back these moldy rice after the last war."
"I didn't take it seriously, but our old man would bring this jar out every year and festival. When I asked, the old man said that many soldiers and generals died in battle not because they were inferior to the enemy in force, but because of injuries.
When he was sitting at home, he often thought of what happened on the battlefield, holding out these things as if he were with the fallen soldiers..."
"We have never been to the battlefield, so naturally we don't understand these things."
"However, I understand one thing. We have no way to help the men eat these things when they are fighting outside. But we are determined not to give such things to others. Therefore, whether it is Shimi or the servants, the Fan family will always be white and clean.
Rice.”
"Men are fighting for their lives outside. If we do something like this, how will we explain it to them when they come back?"
Mrs. Fan's voice was mellow, which made everyone lower their eyes to look at the handful of moldy rice.
It turns out that these are the things we ate when we were fighting abroad.
They were well clothed and well-fed at home, but they had never thought about it, and even if they heard about it, they didn't take it seriously. Now that they saw it with their own eyes, they felt sour in their hearts.
Gentlemen are well served by others at home, but they have to suffer this kind of pain outside...
Old Mrs. Fan said: "If we feed these things to others, how can we live up to the reputation they have earned so hard outside?"
Yes, how can you deserve them to risk their lives fighting outside?
Mrs. Tong frowned, "We don't use moldy rice at home."
"Neither does our family."
"Our family is of no use either."
The voices rose and fell, and Mrs. Wednesday became more and more panicked.
Mrs. Tong said: "I will have someone bring back the rice sent from home in a while, so that we can find out more about it."
If everyone wants to take the rice back, wouldn't the rest be theirs... Mrs. Zhou's face turned green and red, her head felt hot, and her heartbeat seemed to be on her face. She looked at everyone helplessly, fearing that everyone would think of it.
She comes.
Everyone talked for a while, and all looked over as if they thought of something.
Mrs. Zhou held the handkerchief tightly, "This... is different from that rice. Who said this porridge can eat bad people... Our family also buys fresh rice."
"What I said," Yang Mo stood up and picked up the porridge bowl next to her, "Baohetang received and treated the patient early this morning. The patient ate porridge from the porridge shed."
Yang Mo looked at Mrs. Zhou closely, "If you get sick after eating the rice from the porridge shed, you must carefully check the rice used to cook the porridge. I can't interfere with other people's affairs. So I asked a few more questions when Sister-in-law was serving porridge.
Then I took out a few bowls of rice from the porridge shed."
Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Zhou stared at Yang Mo with wide eyes.
Yang Mo smiled slightly, "Do you believe it, Sister-in-law? I can diagnose and treat this kind of disease. I will treat every one of them. As long as someone eats something bad, I will definitely go to the porridge shed to have a look."
Why, why should I go and see it?
It’s just Grandma Ten who is new to the family.
Mrs. Zhou kept persuading herself that Mr. Yang did not dare, but her hands were trembling because she knew in her heart that Ms. Yang could definitely do things that others could not do.
Otherwise, there would not be the situation today.
Yang asked, does the third sister-in-law believe it?
She believed it, she believed it.
As soon as Yang opened her mouth, she already believed it.
She believed that if she didn't change the rice, the Yang family would pursue the case to the end. The Yang family brought the Chang family to court twice, and still held on to the Qiao family tightly and refused to let go. In the end, Mr. Chang was put in jail and Qiao Wenjing was beheaded.
Yang is such a person.
Just thinking about this makes Mrs. Wednesday feel cold all over.
"Third sister-in-law, go back and investigate carefully. If it is really moldy rice, we must find out who is at fault. It is a good thing for us to use moldy rice. If we use moldy rice, we will lose face." Yang Mo's voice was clear, "Third sister-in-law is very heavy."
, I would like to advise the third sister-in-law that it is better to let others handle such matters, and the third sister-in-law should be at home to raise the baby with peace of mind."
After Yang Mo finished speaking, the room immediately fell silent.
No one spoke for her. It seemed that everyone was watching her joke. Mrs. Wednesday just wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground.
She has lost all face.
Mrs. Zhou looked at Yang Mo angrily, but everything Yang said made sense. She wanted to refute but couldn't.
Mrs. Zhou swallowed a sip and felt her throat sore. "There must have been a mistake somewhere. We are determined not to do such a thing."
Whether he did it or not is obvious to everyone, and Yang Mo will not argue with Mrs. Zhou at this time.
What's the use of talking nonsense.
She wanted Mrs. Zhou to clearly understand that if she reaches out to harm anyone, she will definitely catch her.
Fortunately, Mrs. Er and her family could think of using the national crisis to gain fame.
Old Mrs. Fan looked at Yang Mo, it was rare to find such a clan wife.
It is said that Mr. Yang was from a humble background and yet he did all those things in public.
But this kind of person is kinder than any lady or grandma with a glamorous appearance.
"Have the rice grains and herbs bought by Miss Yang Baohetang been shipped out of the city?" Old Mrs. Fan suddenly asked.
Yang Mo said: "A few cars have been sent away, and some more will be sent away one after another."
Mrs. Fan immediately became energetic and said, "So, it's not too late for us to gather some rice and medicinal materials."
"It's not too late," Yang Mo said with a smile, "Not only do we need it now, but when the army comes back after the war, the wounded soldiers will be left behind. We are preparing these things for the sick and wounded."
Mrs. Tong said: "This is a good thing. All the wounded soldiers are being treated..."
"Yes, we will also collect rice and herbs."
Everyone laughed and talked, leaving Mrs. Wednesday aside.
Mrs. Zhou gritted her teeth, and when she saw Yang Mo with a smile on her face, she wanted to reach out her hands and pinch Yang's neck so that Yang could not breathe.