After rebirth, I went from a peasant girl to the richest man

The old doctor saw this, the curve of his mouth became more obvious, and he stopped worrying about the problem.

However, only he himself knew whether he believed the boy's words or not.

But it seems that even if he has figured out something based on his years of experience, he won't whisper it to others.

As soon as it was daybreak, Jiang's mother sent someone to send the old doctor back, and sent Uncle Fu to pick up the boy's family and take them to the farm in the suburbs.

Jiang's father still had to go to the government office. If he wanted to leave a good reputation with the emperor and his colleagues, he could not ask for leave casually even if his daughter was sick.

Looking at his wife's tired figure and the faint bruises under her eyes, he could only look at her reluctantly for a few more times, then he hardened his heart and went back to his room to change into his official uniform. But when he reached the gate of the courtyard, he turned around and stared at Jiang's mother's slightly lowered head for a while, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Jiang Hui was ill for a long time. She had to stay in bed for two whole days before her fever completely subsided. After catching a cold, she had no appetite. Jiang's mother asked the kitchen to prepare all kinds of Kyoto popular children's food, but her daughter could only eat half a bowl of white porridge.

Looking at the little face that was once chubby, cute and full of vitality, it is now visibly getting thinner and has lost its original round and pleasing shape. Jiang's father and mother's brows are getting deeper day by day.

I kept coughing in a daze for more than half a month before the condition began to improve.

Jiang's mother harnessed the carriage and went to the old doctor's clinic. Only after she was sure that her daughter had no remaining illness did she feel relieved.

On the day she recovered, Jiang Hui had a very good appetite. She had the rare energy to act coquettishly in front of her mother in the warm carriage with her little face, which had become rosy and shiny after being warmed, and bought a lot of food on the streets of Kyoto.

Her little face was soon filled with food. Hiding in the carriage with only her mother, she let go of the reserve and etiquette of a woman from an official family and stuffed her little belly until it was round and bulging. Only then did she go home contentedly.

Jiang Hui only found out later that on the second night when she was seriously ill and in a coma, her father went straight to his yard after returning from the government office, wearing only a thin piece of clothing, and stood in the heavy snow for two hours in the cold winter of December.

Jiang's mother had been taking care of her daughter without taking off her clothes. She had been in her daughter's room all day. When she heard the news from the yard, the anger in her eyes that had subsided immediately rekindled, but with a hint of sadness and fatigue.

She didn't know why this man, instead of going to deal with official documents or visit his daughter after leaving the yamen, was going crazy in her own yard. Did he want her to take care of another person at this time?

Just as they reached the gate of the courtyard, the thin figure stood unexpectedly tall, and the moment he looked at Jiang's mother with love in his eyes, her anger that had just ignited was unexpectedly completely extinguished in the heavy snow.

Seeing this, the little people lowered their heads tactfully and moved a little further away from the crowd. Only Jiang's mother could see clearly that the look of love in his eyes was mixed with guilt towards his wife and apology towards his daughter.

In the gaps between the snowflakes falling in the air, Jiang's mother knew that the man in front of her had grown a little more.

While secretly rejoicing in his heart, he did not forget to say viciously: "It's better to let it blow for a while, so that you won't get excited and take your daughter out to blow the cold wind in the snow!" Then he turned around and left and returned to his daughter's yard.

She knew that he felt guilty, and if she could help relieve some of that guilt, then this incident wouldn't be a big deal.

She was not someone who could be easily fooled. She could easily see that underneath the thin singlet, he was wearing thick, warm clothes, which made his originally tall and straight figure look a little bloated.

Standing for a while would not easily cause this man, who had just finished the imperial examination a few years ago and was still in good health, to catch a cold.

But the cold wind kept blowing. Even if you had a good body and wore clothes to protect yourself from the cold, you would still feel a little cold just by standing there.

Jiang's mother carefully observed that the outer layer of the bloated trouser legs had begun to be soaked with snow water and became wet and cold. Although it was only a small area, as the snow became thicker, the wetness and coldness began to spread.

She still had some reluctance and ordered: "Go and boil some cold-repelling medicine, and give it to the master when he returns home."

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Bai's mother tried hard to break free from thoughts of the past.

When she was a child, she always thought that the snow in Kyoto was beautiful.

The plum blossoms weighed down by snow on the branches, the children making cute snowmen, the mood of people brewing tea around the stove in the yard...what is beautiful is the people, the scenery, and the emotions.

And snowflakes are the medium of all this beauty.

I have only seen people stranded outside freezing to death on the streets due to heavy snow, and houses collapsed under the weight of snow...

The snow in Bingzhou was also very heavy, so heavy that there was endless snow to sweep every day, and so heavy that the firewood that was finally chopped and brought home was soaked by the snow...

She felt that the snow was a little cruel!

But no matter how the snow will fall in the future, she, who has experienced both snow scenes from the sky and underground, can take it calmly.

That warm room is very good, but it is very expensive to build. It is normal to be scolded by Jiang's mother.

After all, they are no longer in the gold and silver circle in Kyoto. Even if they have the Jishidiang in three places as capital, how much of it can Jiang's father really control?

Their family has no idea about these things!

"Beat him! Beat him hard!" A sharp voice reached the ears of everyone in the corridor.

Bai Qingyun used a little more force to hold Bai Mu's fingers, and his ears twitched. Then he raised his hand, pointed in a direction and said, "The sound came from over there."

After saying this, he deliberately glanced at Jiang's father, only to see that he looked normal, which made him feel a little confused.

The one who reacted before Jiang's father was Uncle Fu. Originally, his mouth was raised after introducing the scenery of the four-season flower beds in the garden and the master's ingenuity, but his face quickly sank when he heard the voice in the distance.

But she still kept a faint smile as she said to Bai Qingyun, "Young lady, our family just bought some servants, and they are still a little naive. I am teaching them how to do things!"

"That scene is not pretty either. Miss is still young, so it's better not to go. The banquet in the yard has been set up. Let's go quickly. If we are late, the dishes made with milk will get cold."

Uncle Fu was smiling when he spoke. The wrinkles on his dry and old face were all squeezed together. When he smiled, the wrinkles on his face became much deeper. He really looked like a kind old grandfather next door.

But the wrinkles of varying depths on that smile could not hide the smile that did not reach the eyes, and there was an unfathomable anger lurking in it.

Bai Qingyun gently pinched Bai's mother. Although she was confused by this action, she still said to Uncle Fu softly in her heart: "Why don't we go and take a look."