The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

Ye Nitang stared at him with squinted eyes. With this person here, the Ye family case might not be easy to restart.

She looked back at Magistrate Pei, "Sir, if you don't find the magic medicine within half a month, your son will definitely die. Don't look for me then. I won't be able to save him."

"What nonsense are you talking about? My son is fine."

Mrs. Pei looked at her son who drank the herbal medicine and fell asleep.

I was very angry at Ye Nitang's words.

"Madam, sir, Miss Ye means no harm, don't blame her."

After Zhang An finished speaking, he glanced at Ye Nitang in surprise.

Pei Wencan's pulse this time did look like it was dead compared to before.

Even if you survive this time, you may not be able to escape next time.

At this time, deep in his heart, he inexplicably believed that Ye Nitang could cure him.

But he was also afraid that if she couldn't cure it, she would cause trouble for no reason.

Ye Nitang looked at Pei Feng who could reverse the verdict of Ye's father and Ye's mother, but after all, he did not turn around and leave calmly.

She took out a pack of anti-inflammatory and hemostatic medicine from her sleeve and handed it to Zhang An.

"Mr. Zhang, if Mr. Pei has a fever, give him four pills of this medicine and take it every three hours from now on. Although it won't cure him, it can keep him alive for a month."

After that, he strode away.

Looking at the smooth white paper bag, Zhang An was secretly surprised. Is this also paper?

He presented the medicine to Pei Feng, "Sir, please handle it!"

Hong Chao said sternly: "Sir, Fool Ye is a well-known trouble in Liuhe Town. Her medicine must not be taken."

Pei Feng looked at the paper bag and felt surprised, but now was not the time to be surprised.

He opened the paper bag and looked at the pills inside that looked like they were made of flour.

The heart that was vaguely expecting was instantly disappointed.

He clenched the medicine with his big palm and threw it into the grass beside him.

Zhang An glanced secretly.

Ye Nitang went to the iron shop for a long time.

Tie Yi and the others built a manual threshing machine.

The blacksmith in the shop got wheat from someone unknown and was trying out the threshing machine.

Ye Nitang looked around the threshing machine. The gears responsible for threshing were interlocking with each other. With the vigorous rotation of several men, it only took a few minutes for a bundle of wheat to be threshed out.

When Tie Yi saw her, he grinned to his ears and said, "Miss Ye, you are a god. This threshing machine is really amazing."

"Haha, girl, I'm extremely smart, and I can learn everything I do without a teacher," Ye Nitang boasted proudly, not forgetting to praise, "You guys are fast enough, you did it so quickly."

Tie Yi smiled heartily, "Isn't it time to harvest wheat? Make it early, it will make money."

"Hearing what you said, I feel a little regretful. I should have charged some drawing fees."

After Ye Nitang finished speaking, Tie Yi scratched his head in embarrassment. Now it seems that they really took advantage.

"How about sharing some of the money we make with you?"

"That's not necessary. Just lend me your carpentry ax, saw, and chisel." Ye Nitang walked into the blacksmith shed with a smile, "Shopkeeper Tie, can you let me be alone in the shop tonight?" , I want to dissolve a few steaming kettles."

Tie Yi thought of the threshing machine and was embarrassed to refuse, "You can only stay in this yard and cannot go anywhere else."

"Of course, you can stay, as long as you don't look."

"Don't worry, girl, I will never look at it." Tie Yi promised loudly.

Ye Nitang made him laugh when she repeatedly refused to let him see her. They were disdainful of a peasant woman's skill in making pots.

Except, of course, farm tools.

With his permission, Ye Nitang spent the whole morning making four more red copper distillation furnaces. By the way, Ye Langlang, Ye Juejing and Yang Zhuer made three trumpets, large, medium and small, and a French horn.

The smiles on the faces of Tie Yi and a dozen big men could hardly be maintained.

After lunch, Ye Nitang took the carpentry tools Tie Yi gave her, chopped and sawed, and made three strange things.

The men looked confused.

"Miss Ye, what kind of treasure are you?"

Ye Nitang raised her lips and smiled, "A toy made for my daughter."

Once they heard it was a toy, the men didn't want to ask any more questions.

In the afternoon, she started smelting iron. She was so busy that after dinner, the blacksmiths in the shop went to the backyard to rest, leaving only Tie Yi to burn charcoal for her.

She alone took the smelted iron blocks containing carbon and chromium and repeatedly tempered them until they turned shiny silver.

First, he took out three stainless steel kitchen knives, three guillotines, and three hatchets, and quietly put them into the space.

In addition, I made a set of educational unlocking toys and three harmonicas for three children.

There are better and more advanced ones in her space, but she can't take them out.

Tie Yi, who was burning charcoal behind the casting furnace, occasionally saw the white light reflected on the far wall and wondered what she was building.

How can there be light?

Even though he was curious, his morality did not allow him to look up.

Seeing that there was still a lot of iron material, Ye Nitang made himself a medicine kit.

The outside is not polished and looks dark, but the inside is silvery and bright.

"Thank you for your hard work, Shopkeeper Tie!"

Ye Nitang called Tie Yi while loading the medical kit into a sack, "It's getting late, I should go back."

"Oh, then I'll take you back."

Tie Yi quickly walked out from behind the tall brick stove, glanced at the black medicine box, and secretly exhaled.

They let her make some household ironware for free, which was understandable.

But if she was fighting with swords or something, then he couldn't agree to it.

The corners of Ye Nitang's lips curved slightly. She just couldn't take out the space supplies, otherwise she would really despise these things.

"No, I'll go back first. See you tomorrow."

She picked up the large sack and strode away.

When he reached a deserted corner, he put the sack into the space.

When we arrived at Hongyun Tower, all the customers and waiters had left, and only shopkeeper Pan was still looking forward to it.

"Miss Ye, you are back!"

"Shopkeeper Pan, you don't have to be so polite. I'm not used to it."

Ye Nitang was wet from head to toe.

Before Shopkeeper Pan could answer, she had already gone to the backyard.

Shopkeeper Pan was full of words but had no choice but to endure it when he saw her leaving.

Ye Nitang sweated a lot today and was really tired. After washing and processing the intestines, he went to bed.

At this time, the backyard of the county government was once again in chaos.

"Sir, madam, it's not good, the young master has blood in his stool!"

Pei Wencan's book boy rushed into Pei Feng's room like the wind, crying and shouting.

Pei Feng and his wife didn't even have time to put on their clothes and rushed out of the room like crazy.

When they arrived at the door of their son's house, the smell of feces and urine mixed with the smell of blood hit their nostrils, making both of them want to vomit.

Pei Feng strode to the bed, lifted up his son's legs and took a look, and saw sticky blood and feces oozing out of his underwear.

"Can'er, my son, what's wrong with you? Sir, please help him!"

Mrs. Pei rushed over and hugged her son's head, only to find that his face was flushed and his whole body was hot.

Still twitching from time to time.

Pei Feng looked at the book boy and shouted: "Go and ask Mr. Zhang and the doctor to come."

"Yes, sir." The book boy rushed out.

The housekeeper and the wife of the house who came in later endured the discomfort and took off Pei Wencan's pants.

Pei Feng looked at his unconscious son, excreting dirt uncontrollably, and felt fear in his heart.

Is Tian going to take away his only child?