The Peasant Female Doctor

Yang Shifeng's worries were not superfluous at all. Then, many villagers came to borrow money one after another, all because they wanted to spend money to buy peace.

But among these borrowers, not all of them can't afford the money. Some people can't give up with the money. Yang Shifeng, according to what he said before, asks for interest. These people pay so much interest. So he retreated and went back in a slanderous manner, but it was naturally a lot of ugly words behind his back.

As for those who have to borrow no matter how high the interest rate is, Yang Shifeng knows that they really need money, so he also generously borrowed it.

Growing up with Yang Shifeng, Da Zhu, who was close to each other like a brother, also came to the door.

Dazhu and his wife came together, and the two of them brought a basket of sweet potatoes, and said embarrassingly: "There is nothing good at home, so I can only bring some sweet potatoes for the children. Don't be surprised."

Yang Shifeng looked at Da Zhu disapprovingly, "What are you doing? Is it possible to bring something to my house? Then should I bring something to your house next time I go to your house? Take this sweet potato back!"

Da Zhu patted Yang Shifeng on the shoulder, "Shifeng, I didn't give it to you, I brought it to the dumpling. This is my little heart, but my uncle is too shabby to bring him anything good."

Yang Shifeng frowned, "What's so shabby? The dumplings can only eat milk right now. He can't eat them if you bring them. You can eat them when he gets older. Take them back now." Yang Shifeng knows that the villagers have nothing to do in winter. Sweet potatoes are a good thing to eat. Some people rely on sweet potatoes to survive the whole winter. Now the people in the village are in difficulty, and the Dazhu family is definitely not having a good time. He doesn't know how to collect them.

Da Zhu ignored Yang Shifeng, and pushed the clean sweet potato to the dumpling who was turning his eyes curiously in his eleven arms, "Dumpling, Uncle Da Zhu brought you sweet potatoes, please take it, not give it to you. Dad."

Tuanzi is very sensitive to his name. Hearing Dazhu calling him, he immediately said "Ahhhhh" as if in response, then cast his gaze on the red sweet potato, his eyes widened, and his little hand again. I started to grab and grab enough sweet potatoes.

Dazhu's wife saw the chubby, soft but flexible look of dumplings, her heart was almost transformed, she couldn't help reaching out and grabbing a small hand of dumplings and rubbing them, "Look how much we like dumplings. I want to reach out, how can I be so smart at such a young age."

Da Zhu added, "You see, Tuanzi likes it very much. You can't refuse us instead of Tuanzi."

Yang Shifeng was quite dumbfounded, knowing that he couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to say: "Okay, then I will accept it instead of Tuanzi, but don't be like this next time you come, or I'm really angry with you."

"Good, good, not next time."

Eleven sighed silently, squeezed the fleshy flesh on the little fat man's cheeks, hating iron and steel, and slandering him, "Little fat man, why are you so ignorant of being polite? You like everything that people give you!"

"Wow -" The little fat man waved his little hand, very dissatisfied with his mother who said he was.

Dazhu's wife looked eagerly, and couldn't help but asked eagerly: "October, can I hug the dumplings?"

"Okay, how can't it." Eleven patted the little fat man's butt, "Fatty, come on, hug auntie, don't move, or auntie won't be able to hug you."

The little fat man looked at Dazhu daughter-in-law who stretched out his hand, said "Ah" at her, and was hugged obediently.

"Oh, it's so sturdy, this weight is comparable to other people's children for several months." Dazhu's wife could not help but sigh with emotion.

"Chuck..." The little fat man laughed suddenly, and his little hand was waving, too happy.

Dazhu's wife was so rare by his appearance that she cautiously kissed him on his fat cheek, "Did your aunt say you are strong, are you happy?"

"Ahhh-"

Eleven said from the side: "Sister-in-law, don't praise him. He still thinks how fat he is to gain weight. Being a fat man makes him happy."

Dazhu's wife couldn't laugh or cry, "You, the dumplings are so good, but others are envious, why are you still burying him? You can't do that."

"Ahhh----" Tuanzi yelled in agreement.

"Okay, you're fat, you're amazing! I won't say you are all right." After saying that, ten together said: "Sister-in-law, the dumpling is probably hungry too. It's time to breastfeed. Let's go to the room and talk."

Dazhu's wife took a look at Dazhu, knowing that Eleven was deliberately giving space for two men to talk, and she picked up the dumpling and followed into the room.

The two men also knew it well, and when the door was closed, Yang Shifeng asked, "Da Zhu, are you looking for me for something?"

Da Zhu sighed, "Shi Feng, I won't go around with you anymore. I am here today to ask you for help. I, I want to borrow some money from you."

"Is it because of the conscription?"

"That's it. No one else can go to my house except me, but how can I go to war? Once I leave, how can the four of their mothers stay at home? My boss is only seven years old. If I leave, their mothers None of them will survive."

Yang Shifeng frowned, "Don't you have four brothers in your family? Why do you want to go? Even if you are asked to go, your parents should pay for the head. Why do you want to borrow money?"

The folds between Dazhu’s eyebrows are a bit deeper, and his expression is full of anger, "Don’t talk about the big family, don’t treat me as a family at all. My father is a real father but is the same as my stepdad. That family is black-hearted. Unanimously indicated that I should be sent to death. I was angrily asked to separate the family. After the separation, I still want to go, but they have to send another person. I see what they do!"

Yang Shifeng is also clear about the situation of Dazhu's family. As the saying goes, if you have a stepmother, you have a stepdad. This is true.

Patting Dazhu's shoulder, Yang Shifeng said: "It's a good thing to split up. You will live with your sister-in-law in the future, and your life will be better." After speaking, Yang Shifeng took out eight taels of silver and handed it to him, "This is eight taels of silver. , Take it."

Da Zhu wiped his eyes, reached out his hand to take the money, his voice was a little low, "Brother, thank you, I will pay you back next year, together with the interest."

"What interest is not interest, that's what I said to the outside world, lest the whole village come to my house to borrow money, and I can't afford it, but if you borrow money, I still have to pay interest, or is it a brother? It’s the interest."

Da Zhu smiled and punched Yang Shifeng, "Okay, I see.

Two men outside were talking. In the room, Dazhu's wife also nervously told Eleven about borrowing money. Eleven didn't care, and said, "It's okay. The two men will take care of this. Don't worry. "

Seeing that Shixi Hun didn't care, Dazhu's wife was relieved. Originally, she was afraid that Shiyi would have an opinion on borrowing money. It seemed that she was thinking too much.

The little fat man was being played on the bed by Eleven at this time. He can't turn over yet, he can only stretch out his hands and feet like a tortoise.

Eleven squeezed Little Fatty's little fat feet and laughed at him, "Look at you now like a little tortoise, or a fat tortoise."

Being pinched, the little fat man yelled "Wow".

Dazhu's wife is so rare that she can't wait to take the little fat man home, she also stretched out her hand to carefully hold the other foot of the little fat man, her eyes are full of affection, "Eleventh, how can you raise it? How come the dumpling is so beautiful. "

"Is there any way to raise it? It's because he is very good. He will absorb nutrients when he is still in my stomach. He grows better than anyone else. Now he is even better. He eats more than anyone, and I don’t have enough milk for him. Eat, can he grow up like this?"

Dazhu's wife nodded enviously, if only she could give birth to such a big fat boy.

"Eleven, you... do you have any way to let me have a son?"

Suddenly hearing such a sentence, Eleven was stunned, "What?"

Dazhu’s wife pursed her lips, a little embarrassed and a little melancholy, "I gave birth to three girls in my Dazhu family, and I didn’t get a son. Fortunately, Dazhu doesn’t care about it, saying that it’s just rebirth, but I’m also I don’t know what’s going on. Since I gave birth to my junior year, there has been no movement. This has been for several years. Will I not be pregnant anymore? But I still want to give birth to a son for my Dazhu family. If my Dazhu is really conscripted this time, I won’t be able to leave him a queen.”

Eleven is intolerable for the idea of ​​having to give birth to a son. I really don’t understand why people at this time are so ignorant and feudal, but she won’t be so stupid to reason with others. Anyway, everyone. The patriarchal thought is deeply ingrained, and she can't change it.

The eleventh tells the truth: "Even if you can get pregnant again, you don't have to be a son. You can have children and daughters by fate. The doctor can't change it."

"I know this. I just want to try again. I'm still young and I can have a few more years. I don't believe that I will never give birth to a son. As long as I can get pregnant again. It's clear that my body is very good. It’s okay when I’m a daughter, why can’t I get pregnant?"

Eleven also admired her such persistence, and said directly: "If you stretch out your wrist, I will give you a pulse."

Dazhu's wife hurriedly stretched out her hand.

Eleven took her pulse carefully, closed her hand, and asked, "How old are your three daughters?"

Dazhu's wife quickly replied: "The elder is seven, the oldest is two or six, and the youngest is three or five."

"Huh? You were pregnant again just after giving birth." Eleven was amazed.

Dazhu's wife blushed and was speechless.

The eleventh path: "Your body is not as good as you think it is because you have children too frequently, and you become pregnant before your body is well cultivated. This has caused your body to be damaged, so it is not easy to conceive now."

"Ah? It turns out that this is the case, so what should I do? Can it be alright?"

Nodded at eleven, "Fortunately, I will give you a supplement to go home for treatment. It will be cured in less than three months, and you will be pregnant at that time. However, you'd better rest after giving birth. Two years of regeneration, this is good for the body and can no longer be born continuously."

Dazhu's wife hurriedly nodded, "I will remember it later."

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Sending away Dazhu and his wife, Eleven held the little fat man and followed Yang Shifeng into the kitchen. Yang Shifeng wanted to give Eleven roasted sweet potatoes.

Eleven loves to eat roasted sweet potatoes. One person can eat three. Now that Da Zhu brings a big basket, isn't it about to come into her mouth.

"Fat, my mother is soaked by you, anyway, you can't eat it now, my mother will eat it for you first." I kissed the little fat man as a thank you.

"Wow -" The little fat man waved his fist at his old mother.

Eleven took a bite of the meat on his cheek, "It's useless to call, anyway, you can't eat it, you can only watch me eat it."

"Wow -" The cry was louder.

Yang Shifeng looked amused on the side, but when he saw the sweet potatoes being roasted, he couldn't help but sighed, "It's so difficult in the village now, so many sweet potatoes are probably enough for Dazhu's family for a few days."

Eleven did not fully understand this, and asked inexplicably: "Isn't it okay before? Is it so difficult?"

"Yeah." Yang Shifeng explained to her, "There is nothing to eat or work to do in winter. Most people have to live with their belts strapped on. In winter, people in the village usually rely on sweet potato belly. Those who paid the money will probably not be able to survive this winter."

"So serious?" Eleven frowned, and forgot to tease the little fat man.

"Eight taels of silver is a large sum. If you go to the family, you will basically have no money. It will be the Chinese New Year soon, but now there are no people to buy the goods for the New Year."

On eleventh, it’s true that when the Chinese New Year was approaching last year, people came and went in the shop, and the goods sold very quickly. Yang Shifeng also went to replenish the goods several times, but now it’s almost closed for the new year, but no one came to buy the goods. , The shop is very deserted. It seems that it was really conscription.

Yang Shifeng looked out the door with a sigh, "Every time the imperial court recruits soldiers, the common people have to suffer once, especially our poor family in the mountains. It is no different from being stripped of skin. This winter, I I'm really afraid that people will starve to death."

"Starving people? So serious?"

"The imperial court also came to conscript. That time someone ran out of their wealth and food, and the family almost starved to death. Anyway, this year, everyone has a bad life."

Eleven was a little dazed. It was the first time I realized how poor and hard the people here were. It was so hard that a small draft might bring a catastrophic blow to the family.

In contrast, her and Yang Shifeng's home is like a paradise on a barren land, carefree and free.

The little fat man looked at his father and mother and stopped teasing him, opened his mouth, and clenched his small fist and said "Ahhhhh" twice.

After eleventh came back to his senses, he lowered his head and took a bite from the little hand of the little fat man, the little fat man "chuckled" again.

"Forget it, this is not something we can change."

Yang Shifeng also knew that he was worried that it was useless, so he could only take one step to look at it, so he didn't say more, just when the sweet potatoes were baked, he picked up the sweet potatoes and blew them, then peeled off the charred skin on the outside and handed them to eleven. , "Be careful and eat slowly."

Eleven received the sweet potato, a strong sweetness rushed into her nose, which caused her appetite to increase. She immediately opened her mouth and took a bite. She only felt soft and sweet, and smiled sweetly at Yang Shifeng, "Brother Shifeng, this is so delicious. ."

Yang Shifeng touched her face, "Eat slowly, there's more."

Probably the scent was too strong, and the little fat man smelled it. He immediately wrinkled his nose and inhaled, his eyes were firmly locked in the sweet potato in his eleven hands. Scream.

Eleven squeezed his belly, "Do you want to eat too?"

"Wow-ah -" The little fat man kicked his feet with excitement.

Eleven took another bite of the sweet potato, gloating, "You can't eat it if you want, you don't have teeth, you can only drink milk, hahaha..."

The little fat man watched as the sweet potato was eaten by Eleven bit by bite, his small mouth closed one by one, and his small tongue stuck out, almost drooling.

On the eleventh, I filed a complaint with Yang Shifeng, "Look at your little fat man, you know you want something to eat at this age. From now on, I think the food sold at home is going to suffer, so I have to be optimistic."

Yang Shifeng didn't say a word, and stretched out his hand to hug the little fat man, lest the little fat man can't see it and feel uncomfortable.

The little fat man was hugged by his father, and there was no fragrance, his little mouth suddenly flattened, and his mouth made a "Woo" sound, which was terribly wronged.

Yang Shifeng looked distressed, and hurriedly took the little guy into his arms and patted him, "Don't cry for dumplings, you are still young, that one can't be eaten, and that one is not delicious at all, let's not eat it."

"Woo-" The little fat man was aggrieved and buried in Yang Shifeng's arms and cried.

Eleven stretched his head to look at the face of the little fat man in Yang Shifeng's arms, and immediately smiled, "Yang Shifeng, please ignore him. You see, he is not really crying at all, he is lying again, and there is no tear on his face. "

Yang Shifeng looked down and smiled. His little dumpling was sobbing with a dry mouth. In fact, his eyes were still wandering, and there were no tears in his eyes.

Yang Shifeng pamperedly kissed Xiao Tuanzi's fat face, "Hey, how come you are so smart? Daddy was fooled by you."

The little guy smacked his lips and continued to howl.

In the eleventh dynasty, the little guy rolled his eyes, "Are you afraid it's not a genius, little fat guy?"

The little fat man ignored people and continued to whine.

Oh, the drama is undoubtedly!