After dressing up as a stepmother, I transformed the whole family into working in the fields

Zhen Yubai woke up.

His forehead, neck, and wrists were all wrapped in white cloth, and he was resting on the canopy bed specially made by Carpenter Liu for his wife.

Fortunately, there was no serious problem. There were only bruises and a few skin injuries. Doctor Jin gave him an analgesic and hemostasis ointment, and he was able to recover within half a month of sitting and lying down.

"This is the medicine for half a month. Change it once a day. Remember not to get wet before the wound has scabbed. Just eat a light diet. Young people are strong and will recover soon."

While prescribing medicine and giving instructions, Dr. Jin looked at the patient on the bed and added: "Master may be a little frightened, please take good care of him."

After saying that, he took the twenty taels of medicine money and consultation fee given by Qin Yao, picked up the medicine box and left.

He had to rush back to town before it got dark.

The rented coachman was still waiting by the river. Qin Yao asked Liu Yang to send Doctor Jin off and pick up some daily necessities, vegetables, rice and noodles from his home.

The villagers didn't know when the master would come, so they only prepared a few simple pieces of furniture and a quilt. The rest of the place was empty and there was no room for anyone to live in it.

Liu Yang said: "Then I'll go back and ask my mother to make some food and bring it over first."

Qin Yao said: "Let Mrs. Li make it together and bring it over, so as to save you an extra trip."

Liu Yang was not polite to her either, so he came down and led Doctor Jin out.

The newly built house is not popular, and the temperature suddenly dropped sharply today. The house is cold and there is no warmth at all.

Hearing the coughing sound coming from the bed, Qin Yao turned around and saw Zhen Yubai huddled in the not-so-thick quilt, coughing out tears from the corners of her eyes, and trembling all over.

"Are you okay?" Qin Yao asked tentatively.

".Cold." The words were concise and to the point.

Qin Yao nodded and understood, turned around and caught Liu Ji who was peeping furtively outside the door, "Go and make a pot of fire and come over."

Liu Ji muttered: "Why is it me?"

Qin Yao asked, "Is it me?"

Liu Ji reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled angrily, "How dare I send you, the village chief!"

He rolled up his sleeves, glanced at the man lying on the bed in the room, coughing muffledly, and then reluctantly walked towards the empty morgue.

This was originally the kitchen, and some villagers had put a lot of firewood here. They thought it would be more convenient to wait for the master to come. Now it was cheaper for Liu Ji, saving him the time to find firewood.

He walked around the straw mat wrapped around the coachman and rummaged around, but couldn't find a usable pottery pot. He directly took down the iron pot on the stove that the villagers had chipped in to buy for his wife, and chopped firewood to make a hot pot.

When the hot pot was brought into the east room, Zhen Yubai instantly felt a warm feeling, if one ignored the brand new iron pot.

As his body gradually recovered, Zhen Yubai had the energy to sit up and thank the person in front of him.

"You should be Mrs. Qin, the village chief of Liujia Village, right?" Although Zhen Yubai's tone was inquiring, her eyes were very determined.

After all, he has never seen such an upright woman like her. A man and a woman alone in a room, without any embarrassment, with a calm atmosphere, which is very different from ordinary people.

Qin Yao nodded and sighed: "Last night's heavy rain made the road slippery. An accident like today is not what we expected, but as long as everything is fine, we still have to look forward to life."

Zhen Yubai heard that there was a deep meaning in her words, and suddenly remembered something. Looking around, there was no one else in the room except him and Qin Yao. Her heart sank, and she leaned forward excitedly and asked:

"Where is my coachman? How is he?"

Qin Yao lowered her eyes, "Master Zhen, my condolences."

Hearing that she called him Mrs. Zhen instead of Mrs. Ding, Zhen Yubai looked slightly surprised. She suppressed her pity and sadness for the dead coachman and asked in a low voice: "Does the village chief already know my identity?"

Qin Yao nodded and admitted that she had looked at his luggage.

He also raised doubts: "I've already decided on Master Ding, but I don't know why it turned out to be Master Zhen."

"It turned out that Mrs. Ding was ill, so I was replaced. I just got the news not long ago. It seems that the government had not had time to notify the village chief, so there was a misunderstanding."

As he spoke, Zhen Yubai felt more and more depressed as he thought of his current experience, and finally leaned on the bed, sighing weakly.

"Village Chief, it is difficult for me to move in this situation. The coachman has watched me grow up since I was a child, and he is like a relative to me. However, I did not expect that I lost my life because of this misfortune. Please help me bury him properly."

With tears in her eyes, Zhen Yubai sat up straight again, endured the pain and solemnly bowed to Qin Yao and begged.

Qin Yao looked at him and felt that there was something strange about this man that he couldn't describe.

He didn't mean to blame Liujiacun at all. After all, if he didn't want to come to Liujiacun to be his wife, he wouldn't have come to Liujiacun.

If we had not come to Liujiacun, today's accident would not have happened.

Therefore, Zhen Yubai could blame all the villagers of Liujia Village for this accident and demand compensation or an explanation.

No matter what happened, he would still have to question the driver about his death. But none of these were present. He was so generous that he didn't even look like a vigorous young man in his twenties, yet he accepted it so calmly.

Can a person who can afford Songshan inkstone be so humble?

Perhaps, this is a kid from a rich family with an excellent upbringing. Qin Yao really couldn't think of any other reason.

There was an official seal on the official recommendation letter, which proved that the person had a good background and she had nothing to doubt.

"Don't worry, Master. You just have to rest and cultivate yourself. All the villagers in Liujia Village will help you with other matters. I hope Master will not be too sad and recover soon."

Qin Yao nodded at him, added a few more firewood to the brazier to burn the fire even more, and then withdrew.

As soon as she came out, Liu Ji, who was bored in the classroom, immediately joined her in excitement and gossiped about other people's family backgrounds, whether they were married, whether they had children, and why he was the only one here.

Qin Yao: "I didn't ask, I don't know."

"You don't want to know this?" Liu Ji was puzzled. He was extremely curious.

"You are very free." Qin Yao glanced at him coldly, "Why are you staying here if you don't go home? Have you finished your homework for today?"

Liu Ji made an exaggerated gesture of covering his heart, staggered back two steps, and asked with wide eyes, "Madam, you don't know why I'm here? You really hurt my heart."

"Such a big thing has happened, and you still have to live in the same room with this unknown master. If I don't stay, your innocence will be gone. You still ask me why I stay here. I'm so full that I'm so full. Oh me! Will the brazier in the house burn by itself?"

Qin Yao: "."

The second before she raised her fist, Liu Ji folded her arms confidently and said: "We are husband and wife. I won't care about you hurting my heart. Tell me, what other work do you want me to do?" "

Qin Yao took a deep breath, suppressed the violence in her heart, gritted her teeth and ordered: "Go find a geomantic treasure land and give the horse and driver a good burial."

Liu Ji stretched out his hand: "Silver."

Seeing that her eyes were getting colder and colder, Liu Ji knew the current affairs and said, "Forget it, I'll ask you for it when I get it done later."

When the words fell, the man had already ran a hundred meters away and went into the village to find help.