Qiu Tong thought for a while, "I don't know much about what's going on here. After thinking about it, I may have told my brother."
Having said this, Chunhe came over holding the pillow that Qiutong had used before, and nodded to Yang Mo, "I smelled it again, it's rose saltpeter."
Rose saltpeter? What is this? Yang Mo couldn't think of it for a moment, saltpeter... is saltpeter? In the impression, saltpeter is used to make gunpowder. How could Qiutong be allergic to saltpeter when he was a child?
"What is rose saltpeter used for?" Yang Mo raised her head and asked.
Chunhe carefully took the pillow away, "If there is a boil somewhere, it will be gone quickly and it can also cure moss."
The boil Chun He was talking about was folliculitis. Yang Mo had been to the mobile medical station and had a good teacher and friend beside her. If it was used to treat folliculitis, it would definitely be silver saltpeter. "Is rose saltpeter good?"
Chunhe shook his head, "Ordinary saltpeter is better. This one has a light scent of rose dew," he said, looking out the window, "I haven't seen anyone using it in our yard."
Qiu Tong's face was a little ugly. She had been in the Yang family since she was a child, and the only time she met her family was to bring some money. Her brother and sister-in-law treated her well on weekdays, and even said they had saved money for her so that she could have more money in the future... "Seeing before my eyes
It's the end of the month, so I'll send someone a message to bring back the monthly routine." Through this meeting, we can also find out whether her family members are colluding with others to deliberately cause trouble behind her back.
Qiu Tong didn't know how serious this matter was, and Yang Molan, who had experienced it once, felt it the most. Qiu Tong, when Chunhe left the house, Yang Molan was still a little weak. Although the maid sent by the Chang family to serve her was dedicated, she didn't know her temperament.
, so the illness lasted for more than half a year before he came out to see people. By that time, Chang Yining's later wife Qiao had already been in and out of the Chang family frequently.
Qiu Tong died at the hands of her cruel brother and sister-in-law in her previous life. Yang Mo said, "What if it was a mistake."
Qiu Tong bit her lip, "At worst, I'll do whatever it takes to compensate them, but I can't keep them in the dark."
Yang Mo looked out the window. The weather was getting hotter and hotter. Summer was about to enter. "I remember that the pickled cucumbers and pickles at your sister-in-law's house are delicious. Please ask someone to go back and ask her to bring some next time."
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Her sister-in-law was famous for her pickles, so she helped her brother and sister-in-law save some money to open a shop in the future.
Yang Mo looked at the pillow in the corner, "Is there anyone here to eat the silver salt?"
Chunhe quickly shook his head, "I can only apply some on the damaged mouth, but no one has eaten it."
Mastering some information that no one else knows is her greatest asset. Silver saltpeter has a diuretic and laxative effect. If someone really plots against her, she will treat him in his own way. Thinking of this, Yang
Mo looked at Chunhe, and the biggest advantage of silver saltpetre is that unlike rhubarb, sodium salt, and sweet potato leaves, anyone with a discerning eye can know what it is used for.
"Find some way to get some saltpeter."
Chunhe nodded. Saltpeter is not as rare as rose saltpeter, but what does the eldest lady want to use it for?
Qiu Tong retreated to recuperate, and Yang Mo leaned on the bedside to read the medical book. This was what her grandmother, father, and mother had left to her. The words on the pages of the book caught her eye. From now on, she would be a person who must retaliate for her evil deeds. This world is
In this way, only the strong can survive.
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In the summer of the 27th year of Zhongtong, Yang Molan had been in mourning for twenty-eight months. The elder of the Yang family Yuanzhi divined good luck, so Yang Molan took off her mourning clothes and walked out of the house. This was the first time Yang Molan raised her head and saw the blue sky in this world.
Sky.
"Do you know where Aunt Lu went?"
Chunhe was startled when he heard this and quickly raised his eyes to look at the eldest lady who was half leaning on the soft couch reading a book.
Aunt Lu is the biological mother of the eldest lady. Just now she and Qiu Tong were talking about... Aunt Lu asked about the eldest lady.
Yang Mo took his eyes away from the book, and Chunhe replied: "I have been living in the suburbs of Beijing. A few days ago, I asked someone to send a message to see the lady."
Aunt Lu was the only one who gave birth to an heir for the Yang family, but not long after, the baby boy turned golden and died. Mrs. Yang asked Master Pu Chen to come to the dojo. Pu Chen bluntly said that it was probably a bad sign, and the baby boy was buried in a small coffin.
After that, Mrs. Yang took the initiative to release Aunt Lu from the house, but Yang Bingzheng refused. She begged Mrs. Yang to allow Aunt Lu to stay in the Yang family for the sake of giving birth to Yang Molan. Mrs. Yang originally wanted to wait for Yang Bingzheng to return.
When he took office, he moved Aunt Lu to Zhuangzi, but Yang Bingzheng took Aunt Lu to Anqing.
Qiu Tong heard what Chun He said and stepped forward, "Sir, Madam, that year, Aunt Lu was pregnant again, and she gave birth before she was full term. I was afraid that the old lady would be angry if she knew about it, so I kept it hidden.
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This situation seems to have been predicted by Master Puchen.
"Miss, the Chang family is not happy to mention Aunt Lu."
The Chang family is afraid of being exposed to bad luck.
In modern times, as long as you get sick, you will go to the hospital for diagnosis with the help of various instruments. Modern diagnostics is very mature, but this was in ancient times, and people always had wrong understandings of things they didn’t know. The Yang family has today, no matter what
Whether her father failed in officialdom or was framed by someone else, it has nothing to do with Aunt Lu. Yang Mo looked at the nervous expressions of Qiu Tong, Chun and the two girls, and smiled faintly. There were very few relatives around her, and she could not let this happen.
Fallacy of losing the opportunity to reunite with loved ones.
Aunt Lu is her biological mother. A normal modern person, who would turn a blind eye to his own mother.
Yang Mo suddenly remembered, "Did the doctor in the family tell me what kind of illness Aunt Lu's child had?"
Qiu Tong shook his head, "The doctor can't explain it, so everyone thinks it's weird..."
As soon as I said this, there were footsteps outside, the door curtain was lifted, and the steward's mother came in and saluted Yang Mo, and said with a smile: "It's time to change into spring clothes. I don't know what color the young lady likes on weekdays, old lady."
I ordered the tailor who was given to the young lady to be called into the house."
After taking off her mourning clothes, she can come out of the courtyard and salute the Chang family elders. In order to look good, the Chang family will also arrange for someone to tailor her.
While he was talking, a woman wearing a ginger jacket came in with her head lowered.
Chunhe looked at it with an expression of joy, it was Mrs. Jiang who used to measure the young lady's clothes.
Mrs. Jiang's round face was full of intimacy, and she bent down to listen to the instructions of her mother in charge.
"The old lady told me to make a few more dresses for the young lady. If the material is not enough, just ask."
"That's enough, that's enough." Mrs. Jiang looked at the clothing materials one by one. "We have all the materials for summer and autumn clothing."
The mother in charge was very happy after hearing this and called out the maid next to her, "I have a pair of skillful hands and asked her to make the linings for the young lady's shoes so that the young lady will not feel uncomfortable wearing them."
After arranging everything, the mother in charge saluted Yang Mo, "I have to go to some ladies to make arrangements, so I will leave first."
Yang Mo returned the gift and sent her mother in charge away.
Seeing that everyone retreated and there was no one else in the room, Qiu Tong and Chun He looked at each other. Qiu Tong put down the bamboo basket in his hand first and said: "Master is from outside. Have you heard about our family?"
Mrs. Jiang stopped her smile and looked at Miss Yang carefully. When she saw that Miss Yang had no intention of stopping her, she whispered: "It's nothing." She lowered her head and looked a little uncomfortable. After a long time, she stiffly smiled and said, "It's already been measured.
, Miss, don’t worry, I will definitely do it with my own hands."
Yang Mo turned her head and asked Chunhe to pour tea.
The little maid also brought a folded dish for Mrs. Jiang to sit down.
Mrs. Jiang didn't dare to sit down, so she just leaned to the side.
Mrs. Jiang was obviously a little restrained, as if she didn't dare to say anything.
Yang Mo looked at Mrs. Jiang who was being mysterious and asked, "Is there anything you can't say?"
Mrs. Jiang's eyes flickered, and she sighed after a while. She looked around with a scared expression, "Miss, don't blame me. There are some gossips outside. It's better that you don't know about it."
The more she said this, the more curious she became.
Mrs. Jiang raised her head and looked at Yang Mo several times, knowing that she couldn't help her, and then said: "They say that our wife's funeral is easy... My wife cannot be buried properly... She is still in the house now..."
The words were very cryptic, but everyone could understand that Mrs. Jiang was saying that the Yang Mansion was haunted.
Qiutong raised his eyebrows.************************************There will be more at night.