Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 525 Worry

Song Ying thanked the man and went into the Sanqing Hall to find Taoist Master Yuanrong.

She smiled and said, "A few months later, Qingfeng Temple has changed a lot. If the stone tablet at the mountain gate hadn't been left standing, I would have almost thought I was in the wrong place. Congratulations, Taoist Priest."

"What a pity for my vegetable garden." With a sigh, Taoist Master Yuanrong asked kindly, "Young layperson, are you here to burn incense?"

Song Ying nodded, "I have some worries, and I would like to ask for the blessing of the Lord Tianzun."

Taoist Master Yuanrong flicked his whisk and said, "Oh? What kind of thing has stumped our young genius doctor?"

"Ever since I heard about you exorcising the evil spirit for the scholar from the Lu family, I've been very interested in Taoism. I bought the "Ma Yi Face Reading" and wanted to learn how to read faces.

There is a fellow villager whose face does not show that she is suitable for early marriage, but she is currently discussing marriage with the son of County Magistrate Chen, which makes me very worried.

If I'm not a skilled artisan and I'm mistaken, that's fine. But if I'm not mistaken, I'm afraid if I tell you, I'll ruin my fellow townsman's marriage; if I don't, I'm worried about disrupting the continuation of Magistrate Chen's family line. Besides, Mrs. Chen and I are old acquaintances, so I'm really in a dilemma."

Taoist Master Yuanrong smiled while stroking his beard, "Young layman, don't worry. Marriage is destined by heaven. Even if two people are thousands of miles apart, heaven will bring them together. It is not something that can be easily interfered with by humans.

If your fellow countryman and the young master of the Chen family are not meant to be, then this matter will not work out whether you say it or not; if it is destined, then even if you say it, it will not change anything."

"So that's how it is." Song Ying suddenly realized it, lit three incense sticks, bowed respectfully, and whispered, "Please, Lord Tianzun, bless my fellow countryman and help him find his true love."

After paying homage to the Heavenly Lord, Song Ying added some more incense and left on the grounds that it was getting late.

The next day, just as Song Ying arrived at the clinic, a servant from the Chen family came to ask her to come in, saying that Mrs. Chen wanted to see her for something.

Song Ying thought that Mrs. Chen's old illness had recurred, so he didn't ask any more questions and just took the medicine box and left.

Unexpectedly, when we arrived at the back house of the county government office, Mrs. Chen looked a little haggard, but she didn't seem to be seriously injured.

Seeing Song Ying open the medicine box, Mrs. Chen waved her hand and said, "I'm not here to see you today. I heard that Yuan Shan vomited blood in front of your clinic yesterday. Why would she vomit blood for no reason? Could she have some hidden illness?"

After saying this, she realized that it was too abrupt for her, the wife of the county magistrate, to call a doctor to inquire about the illness of a village girl. She quickly made up for it, saying, "You know, she used to work in my house. A few days after returning, she vomited blood. If the news gets out, outsiders will think that we, the Chen family, abused her."

Song Ying was stunned for a moment, then realized that Mrs. Chen was worried that Yuan Shan would have difficulty giving birth, or that she had some special hidden illness that would affect the next generation.

"It's not a serious illness, just a weak body." Song Ying chose his words carefully, "You don't know, we farmers don't have enough to eat every day, and we have to work from morning till night. We hardly have a rest all year round.

If you don't eat well and you have to work hard, your body won't be healthy."

Although she was very anxious, she didn't know the patient's situation and they were from the same hometown, so how could she possibly tell outsiders that the patient had difficulty conceiving?

Besides, for the sake of Yuan Shan's future marriage, she couldn't make a final decision right away.

Mrs. Chen was even more anxious than she was. She was worried that Song Ying was covering up Yuan Shan's illness out of friendship. She looked incredulous, "How weak must one be to vomit blood? I've never heard of farmers vomiting blood often."

"The manifestations of physical weakness vary from person to person. Furthermore, there's never a single cause of illness. The body is the root, just like the tree. If the root is weak, various problems will easily arise. On the contrary, if the physique is strong..."

Mrs. Chen was impatient to listen to her nonsense and interrupted, "Doctor Song, we have known each other for many years. Tell me the truth, what is her illness?"

"I'm telling the truth." Song Ying said sincerely, "If the foundation is not laid well, problems will easily arise. I'm worried about that, too."

Mrs. Chen was suspicious, "Are you two very close?"

Song Ying shook her head. "She and I are from the same hometown. Although we live only across a mountain, we don't interact much. I'm not worried about her, but about another friend of mine."

She sighed softly, as if about to pour out her heart, "The year I was born, two other girls were also born in the village. What's more, our birthdays are very close. Yanxing, the girl I live with now, and I are only a few days apart in age, and the other one is over a month younger.

Because we were born in the same year, the three of us have always been very close and did everything together. Now Yanxing and I have moved to the city. We have made some money in the past few years and are slowly recovering, but the other one is still in the village, not getting enough to eat or rest.

Her family has already arranged a marriage for her, and they're waiting for her to marry after she reaches the age of 15, to a son of a successful candidate. If she gets married, and because of her poor health, she can't get pregnant, or if she does get pregnant and has a miscarriage, then her situation will be very difficult."

Because this was really what Song Ying was worried about, his expression and tone were very real.

Mrs. Chen's brows were furrowed so tightly that they could pinch a fly to death. She knew about the situation of the Yuan family. In order to support Yuan Qing's studies, the family lived more frugal than other farmers.

That Yuan Shan's body...

She gathered herself together, suppressed her worries, and asked, "Then what do you think I should give to help nourish the child? After all, he worked in my house, and I have to show my appreciation for his reputation."

It seems that Mrs. Chen still refuses to give up Yuan Shan.

Song Ying sighed secretly, knowing that this matter could not be rushed. "This is difficult for me. In her case, we need to take it slowly. We can't use tonic medicines like ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum. They will make her weak and unable to absorb them.

The best way is to eat well, sleep well, work moderately, and maintain a good mood. After all, you are still young, so seven or eight years will be enough."

"Seven or eight years?" Mrs. Chen's voice unconsciously rose a few notes. "Isn't this... too long?"

"There's nothing we can do about it, but since you're so kind, it doesn't matter if it's useful or not. Codonopsis, astragalus, ginseng slices, yam, etc. are all fine. They're also suitable for making soup."

Mrs. Chen didn't want anyone to notice, so she forced a smile and said, "That's right. I thought her family was doing well, so I gave her some herbs."

As soon as Song Ying left, she paced back and forth in the house anxiously. Seven or eight years was too long, but the Yuan family was the only suitable family at the moment.

The first place winner this year does have an older sister, but she got married a long time ago, and her child is already seven or eight years old; the third place winner is in his thirties, and his daughter's age is also suitable, but he only passed the examination to become a scholar when he was in his thirties. Even if he passes the examination to become a juren or jinshi, it will take him many years. How can Nan'er expect Yue Jia to take care of her in the future?

Mrs. Chen took a deep breath and decided to go with Yuan Shan. She would just raise her for seven or eight years.