The Journey Of The Peasant Mother-in-Law

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Even cooking a dish requires consideration of everyone’s preferences.
The third and the fourth sons both liked spicy food, so if there were no spicy dishes, they will have to wash their own chili peppers to eat.
The original host did not balance this well, but now that she has come, things have become more balanced.
Don’t underestimate the power of food.
Even the smallest details can warm the heart.
In just a few days, Changlian, the third son, has stopped calculating every little thing and has become a much more peaceful person.

Li Shi took note of everyone’s preferences, and Zhulan brought out a pottery jar to boil the medicinal herbs.
One batch was for immediate use, while the other was for when Erge returned to the county with the doctor and brought back the prescribed medicine.

Li shi boiled the water and asked: “Mother, just now when I went out and saw the second child bringing in the doctor, is daddy not feeling well?”

Zhulan just remembered that Li shi was not at home and did not know what happened.
She thought Zhao shi had said something.
Well, thinking of  Zhao shi’s never-talking temperament, and discovering one of her strengths, Zhulan didn’t hide the story of Daqian.

Li shi casually wanted to say that it would be a big trouble to keep the child; so send away Daqian quickly, but she kept her mouth shut.
She wanted to be a good daughter-in-law who listened to her mother-in-law, so she didn’t ask for anything anymore.

Zhulan motioned for Li shi to look at the clay pot, then went back to the main room and asked Zhou Shuren, “What did the doctor say?”

Zhou Shuren sounded relieved and said, ‘Typhoid fever is nothing compared to problems with the bones and body.
Fortunately, he laid a good foundation during his childhood, and it’s not too late to recover now.
He will need to take good care of himself, and it shouldn’t take more than a few years to fully recover.
But he should avoid doing strenuous work in the future, as it could affect his lifespan.’

These were the doctor’s exact words.
The problems were luckily discovered early, if this child had been tossed around for a few years, he couldn’t have lived past thirty.

Zhulan breathed a sigh of relief and was glad that Zhou Datie was kind to his eldest son when he had no second son, otherwise, Daqian would have died prematurely.
She reached out her hand and stroked Daqian’s dry hair pitifully, “Then take good care of it.”

Daqian lay down and didn’t dare to move, his hands tightly gripping the quilt.
It was the first time in many years that someone touched his hair gently, his eyes were red, but he couldn’t say a word of thanks, because he had nothing, and his thanks were too worthless.

Second Son Wife of younger brother of husband