Chapter 73 Rushing to Give Ningning Money

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Deng and a group of villagers respectfully sent the medicine shop owner out the door.

Shen Ningning heard him say: "Fortunately, the wound is not deep and it was treated in time. It seems that no vital damage has been done so far."

"But the medicine needs to be changed every two days. I don't have much medicine this time. If it's not enough, you can come back to me."

Uncle Deng nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay... As for the medical fee..."

He had no money on him now, so he took out a string of jewelry from the box and handed it over.

"My family is in a tight situation and has no cash. Please accept this, the shopkeeper."

The drug store owner quickly declined.

"If it doesn't cost so much, I came to Xiangyun Village to find the young lady for medical consultation and medicine. I'll collect the money next time. This time I don't need any money."

Uncle Deng thanked him profusely.

The medicine shop owner and Shen Ningning walked aside and saw him taking out a bag of silver.

"Little miss, you left two kilograms of aconite in the shop last time. I have been waiting for you to come and pay the bill, but you didn't come, so I just sent it over."

Shen Ningning collected the money and took a look, it was about two hundred taels.

Two pounds of aconite can't be exchanged for this money.

She Nunuo said: "It was too hot before and I didn't want to go out, but grandpa shopkeeper, why did you give me too much?"

The medicine shop owner smiled and said: "The noble man in the palace has an old illness again, and the medicine has been very effective recently."

"So the emperor ordered me to increase the price and asked me to buy in large quantities. If you still have some, young lady, you might as well give them to me."

Shen Ningning thought for a moment: "Not much, just six pounds."

"That's great, I'll pick it up tomorrow."

"I'm going to a private school tomorrow. I'll leave the aconite to my grandma then. Just give the money to my grandma!"

After the two of them agreed, the drug store manager took his leave.

Shen Ningning turned around and saw Aunt Liu and his wife apologizing to Uncle Deng's family.

"It's all my fault. I was neither gentle nor heavy. I got into a fight with your wife, and the village chief fell down. I'm really sorry!"

Uncle Liu even said: "Let us pay for the medicine expenses after the village chief."

Uncle Deng shook his head: "I know whose fault it is, and I don't blame you two."

Aunt Deng on the side came to her senses: "Deng Jixiang, what do you mean? It's not their fault, is it still my fault? My face is stained!"

Uncle Deng scolded: "You haven't finished yet, don't you think it's not enough? Dad is already lying on the bed, what do you want to do?"

"You...you are just a loser! My wife was bullied and she didn't even say a word!" Aunt Deng started crying.

Just now she heard that the old village chief's injury was not serious, and she felt that she was at a disadvantage again.

Aunt Liu was so cruel that there were many red marks on her face.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, so Aunt Deng simply started beating Uncle Deng.

At first, Uncle Deng didn't fight back, gritting his teeth and letting her vent her anger.

Aunt Deng cried and cursed, saying that when she married him, she was very poor and had to rely on her mother's family for subsidies.

He also said: "If I had listened to my family and married my cousin, I would have been blessed by now!"

Uncle Deng couldn't bear it anymore.

He grabbed her wrist with a palm: "Okay! Since you feel aggrieved, let's go and make peace tomorrow!"

The surrounding villagers were in an uproar. Even Aunt Deng was stunned and forgot to cry.

"What did you say?"

"I said peace and separation. You have been so wronged in my house, so let's separate without delaying your happiness!"

Aunt Deng stared with red eyes: "Deng Jixiang! When I wanted to marry you, my mother didn't agree. I really regret not listening to her."

"Just make peace, don't regret it!"

She shook off Uncle Deng, pulled the frozen Deng Fugui and turned around to leave.

The villagers hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but they all said it was not a problem.

But Aunt Deng didn't listen to anyone, so she got on the bullock cart and left.

Shen Ningning looked at Uncle Deng. He looked tired and insisted that he was fine, then returned to the yard.

And those boxes of jewelry were still shining brightly under the sunlight.

I wonder if it was due to changes in wealth that the villagers were embarrassed to take it anymore.

In the end, Shen Ningning called Chen Ye and Granny Chen for help.

Each family packs the three items and delivers them door to door.

Shen Ningning also brought three good things to the crazy scholar: thick ink, purple hair pen, and a piece of satin.

A lot of things happened in the village these days.

But the crazy scholar seemed to be isolated from the world, immersed in the sea of ​​books.

Even Shen Ningning told him that the reason for the reward was because the villagers helped the government capture the bandits.

The crazy scholar was stunned when he heard this: "Are thieves coming to the village?"

There was a look of helplessness on the little guy's fair and tender face.

"I've been here before, but everything has been solved. Madam, you should be able to use these three things."

"I see that your clothes are very old. If you like this satin, I will ask Granny Chen to help you cut some clothes."

She remembered that Granny Chen was skillful with her hands and was good at making female celebrities.

The crazy scholar just glanced at the cloth and then looked away without interest.

Instead, he held up the Zihao pen with great treasure and stroked it repeatedly.

"It's been a long time since I've used a pen like this." He sighed, his eyes a bit worn.

"At the beginning, the Zihao pen was the worst kind in the family. My father and brother and I usually used the Hu pen, which is made of fine white goat hair. The pen barrel is made of jade and the ink can be picked up smoothly."

He looked out the window, but his eyes seemed to be looking at the past.

"At that time, we liked to write poems under the window and appreciate each other's works. Now, in a blink of an eye, all these years have passed..." The father and brother who sat by the window and talked with him that day have turned into a pile of yellow earth.

Shen Ningning sat next to him, holding her chin with her small hands, and blinking her big eyes brightly.

"Hubi? How much silver? If I see it next time I go to the street, I can buy one for you!"

"The price of one is fifty taels, or even more expensive."

The little girl was silent for a moment.

She coughed lightly and muttered in a soft voice: "Then... I will give it to you when I have more money in the future."

For the first time, a smile appeared on the thin face of the crazy teacher.

"It's also good to use a purple hair brush. For me now, using anything is a waste of precious things."

Shen Ningning saw that it was getting late, so she was ready to say goodbye.

However, as soon as she turned around, the crazy teacher grabbed her collar.

"Don't leave yet. You haven't come to study for a long time. Learn two more lessons today."

Shen Ningning opened her watery eyes and gently kicked her calf.

"Crazy teacher, it's so late today, why not another day!" She still wanted to go home to eat the roast pork made by grandma!

"If you listen carefully, you can finish learning before midnight. Scholars should not forget to study for a day, and they should study hard all the time to remember firmly."

He said, pressed Shen Ningning on the stool, picked up the book prepared for her, and began to teach.

Helplessly, the little guy could only let Lang Si go home first and tell grandma so that she wouldn't worry.

And the crazy scholar took an extremely serious attitude towards teaching her.

His family was poor and there was not much lamp oil.

Usually when Shen Ningning was not at home, he would read in the yard and read by moonlight.

Today the little guy was here, and he rarely lit the oil lamp.

In order not to disappoint the crazy scholar, Shen Ningning also studied very seriously.

She was only four years old, and she followed him to read the knowledge that others learned at the age of seven or eight.

At midnight, the moonlight shone brightly on the mountain road.

The little guy held something, lay on the back of the Black Wolf King, and left the Crazy Scholar's home sleepily.

The Black Wolf King was howling all the way to express his dissatisfaction.

How old is his little Ningning, and she has been forced to learn to this point!

The Crazy Scholar is crazy, and he wants to drag the child with him!

If Shen Ningning hadn't stopped him, he wanted to go up and give the Crazy Scholar a claw and knock him unconscious.

Shen Ningning fell asleep directly on the back of the Black Wolf King.

When she woke up the next day, the little guy's eye sockets were filled with tears and sleepiness.

She rubbed her eyes with her chubby little hands, and the Black Wolf King felt distressed that she was not awake.

He licked the little guy's hand and let her continue to sleep.

"Awoo~" Don't go to class.

Whoever dares to urge her to go to class, it will eat him alive!

Shen Ningning sat up, her voice soft: "No, it's time to go."

After a simple wash, Grandma Qin was still preparing delicacies for her to take to the private school.

Taking advantage of this time, Shen Ningning entered her own fairyland.

She remembered that she had put Mo Changgong's jade in it before, and planned to see if there was any change.

However, this time the little guy walked around outside the three halls, and even went to the fence where the chickens and ducks were kept.

Nothing extra came out.

"Is Mo Changchong's jade a bad one? The fairyland doesn't eat it?" Shen Ningning muttered and thought.

She walked to the back hall with her little feet, and wanted to see the fruit trees she planted.

However, when she pushed the door, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

It's so hot! The weather is 40 degrees, and it's almost turning into dry porridge. My dears, pay attention to avoiding the heat, and give me votes mua