Mu Yunhan endured his sadness and coaxed Grandma Guihua: "We won't buy it, we won't buy it, please calm down and we'll leave now."
She took Bai Wuwei and Xiaomi out, and the Mu clan followed them.
Mu Yunhan calmed down and discussed with the middle-aged man: "Look, we scared the old man just to see the flowers. I feel really bad..."
Before the middle-aged man opened his mouth, Genbao said loudly: "Isn't that simple? Just pay for the medical expenses!"
"Shut up!"
The middle-aged man glared at him and said: "Old grandma is already old and sick. It's not your fault, but it's true that you scared her. She has no children, no one to rely on, and no money for medical treatment.
, you should pay some medical expenses."
Mu Yunhan winked, and Xiaomi handed her the purse.
"Is that enough?" She took out two taels of silver, not daring to give more. Money is attractive, but too much would be a disaster.
Genbao snatched it away: "You guys know what's going on! Otherwise, I'm sure you won't be able to get out of this street today, huh!"
The middle-aged man stretched out his hand and said in a bad tone, "Give it to me!"
Genbao said angrily: "Just give it, how can I still eat it?"
The middle-aged man snatched the silver ingot and said seriously to Mu Yunhan: "Don't worry, this silver will definitely be used for grandma!"
Mu Yunhan smiled slightly: "I think so. You are enthusiastic about helping orphans and widows, and you are members of the Muhou Mansion. You will not lose your reputation for these two taels of silver."
Genbao jumped up and said, "Why do you speak so harshly?"
"Are you stupid? Why can't you tell a good guy from a bad guy?" Xiaomi grabbed him and gently threw him over his shoulder.
"Ouch... why are you beating people?" Genbao screamed as he fell, but Mu Yunhan and others had already walked away.
Mu Yunhan's face looked ugly. Xiaomi and Bai Wuwei couldn't figure out what she was thinking, and they exchanged glances, puzzled.
After exiting this street, Mu Yunhan went around to an adjacent street.
This street is slightly wider than the one just now, and it is also densely packed with people.
But it's not as lively as Mujia Street, and it feels deserted everywhere.
There was a death in the house at the end of the street, white flags were flying, and the cries were loud.
On this side of the street is a school, with more than a dozen boys sitting inside, shaking their heads and studying.
The sounds of reading and the sounds of crying and mourning intertwined, creating a world of sorrow and joy.
This is where the Gu clan lives, not far from where the Mu clan lives.
Precisely because it was not far away, it was so convenient for her grandma to use her blood for experiments and scare her.
Mu Yunhan pinched his fingertips, thinking that it was lucky that the skin was not broken just now, otherwise the men on this street would have rushed over like crazy.
There were two gray-faced women standing on the side of the road chatting, pointing to the house at the end of the street: "Why are you crying? At least you will live past thirty and have a baby."
"Yeah, it's better than me. You don't have any sons. What will you do when you get old?" One of the women cried.
Another comforted her sympathetically: "Stop crying, don't we have food, cloth, and charcoal distributed every year?"
"How can that be enough? Their family is well-fed and working as slaves, so why should we live in poverty?"
"Who said we can't have a gifted son?"
The two women became more and more sad as they talked. Suddenly they found Mu Yunhan standing not far away, and asked warily: "Who are you looking for?"
Mu Yunhan smiled faintly: "Passing by." (To be continued)