The little lucky wife of a peasant family, the chief minister pinches her waist and dotes on her

"Bring them in." Ning Qiyue's voice sounded from the main room.

Li Zhiyan lit the candle in the main room, and Chang Lin quickly opened the door.

A woman was kneeling on the ground, and beside her stood an old woman holding a three or four-year-old child.

Many villagers who were awakened followed. Chang Lin said: "The child's family can come in, and the others can just stand outside and wait."

The lady quickly got up and helped the woman into the yard.

Two men, one old and one young, followed in at the same time, while the others stood outside waiting.

"Dear guest, please save my son." The woman was about to kneel down again when she saw Ning Qiyue, but was stopped by Ning Qiyue's words.

"Are you going to save your child's life or are you going to kowtow to me?"

The woman quickly hugged the child forward. Ning Qiyue saw that the child's face was flushed and his little nose was sniffing.

Her hair was disheveled, and head lice could be vaguely seen crawling around. There were also many eggs on her hair.

"Did you remove the lice from his head?" Ning Qiyue asked directly.

The young woman was stunned when she heard this, and then nodded: "Yes, Maozi has been complaining about itching on his head recently, so I combed it with a comb for him."

"Just check the pulse." The young woman thought that Ning Qiyue disliked the fact that the child had head lice, so she quickly said.

Ning Qiyue glanced at her, gathered her spiritual power in her hand, and placed it on the child's head. Following them, she saw the head lice falling out of the hair one by one.

One by one they exploded and died, and all the insect eggs died.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law looked at each other, said nothing, and waited quietly for all the head lice to be removed.

Ning Qiyue gave the child another blow on the child's head, then brushed away the hair on the child's head, which was red and swollen.

A big pustule appeared. Ning Qiyue sighed and took out a small and sharp knife from the medicine box.

I made a cut directly on the red and swollen area of ​​the child, and with a little force, a large lump of red and white pus was squeezed out.

At the same time, the young woman saw a bamboo thorn in the blood and pus, and she burst into tears. It turned out that the child had suffered so much, no wonder he kept complaining that his head hurt in the past two days.

She didn't care, but she almost killed the child.

After squeezing out all the blood and pus, Ning Qiyue sprinkled medicinal powder on the wound. The bleeding stopped quickly and gave the rest to the young woman.

"Don't get wet for the next two days. Change the dressing on the injured area three times a day. It will be cured in two days."

Then he stuffed another pill into the child and touched the little guy's cheek.

"It's fate, so I'll give you this pill. If you get a job in the future, you can be a good official and benefit the people."

"If in the future, because I am an official, you have bad intentions, want to enjoy yourself, and harm other people's lives, your life will be saved."

Ning Qiyue's words did not avoid the child's family. The four elders of Maozi's family look at me and I look at you.

Finally, they both knelt down and said, "Thank you, distinguished guest, for your gift."

"There's no need to thank me. It's a fate. Don't spread today's words. Those who achieve great things need to know how to hide their clumsiness."

Ning Qiyue said with a smile.

"Understood." Grandpa Maozi responded quickly.

"It's okay. I'm giving this powder to you. Sprinkle it on the bedding you sleep on and at home. The head lice and eggs will disappear soon."

"In the same way, the head is also useful." After saying this, Ning Qiyue stood up and walked towards the house, yawning as he walked.

"Mr., I'm sleepy."

Li Zhiyan asked Chang Lin and Biyun to send them out, and then followed them directly into the house.

"Please." Chang Lin made a gesture of invitation, and the young woman hugged the child and walked outside.

After leaving the door, I turned around and looked back, feeling very grateful.

Chang Lin sent the person out of the hospital, closed the door again, and went back to the house to rest. Seeing that he came out so quickly, the villagers were a little concerned about the little guy: "He came out so quickly, but this distinguished guest doesn't know how to treat him. Let's go to the town to find a doctor as soon as possible!"

"Yes, I'll go back and hitch the ox cart right away."

"No, thank you all, I'm causing trouble to everyone tonight."

Mao Zi's father quickly stopped him, and everyone was puzzled.

Mao Ziniang said: "Your distinguished guest has already treated Maozi. You should also pay attention in the future. Maozi had convulsions and fever this time because I pierced the thorns of the grate into the flesh of his head."

"It caused pus and redness on his head, and I almost lost my hair."

"You really need to pay attention to this, it's so scary." Others echoed.

Mao Ziniang nodded: "Fortunately, your guest is staying in the village today, otherwise I really can't imagine what would have happened."

"It's getting late. Since everything is alright, let's go back and rest!" Lu Changhe also came, and when he saw that everything was alright, he said.

The group of people dispersed and went back to their homes.

Lu Changhe glanced at the quiet courtyard and walked back with his son.

The next morning, after breakfast, Chang Lin and his party were ready to continue their journey.

Maozi's family sent a lot of free-range eggs early in the morning, and also caught two chickens and a goose, insisting on giving them to Ning Qiyue.

Ning Qiyue finally accepted it, said goodbye to them, and continued on his way.

"Tsk tsk, you're so generous. You gave away so much at once. Did your family get rich?" Mrs. Mo came again, carrying a bowl of porridge and eating pickles.

Mao Ziniang ignored her and accidentally touched her purse.

When she opened it, she found a lot of broken silver inside, but these were not hers.

After Mao Ziniang was stunned, she couldn't help but look in the direction where Ning Qiyue and his party were leaving. There was mist in her eyes.

How this can be done.

Later, Mao Zi's family dedicated an immortal tablet to Ning Qiyue. Although she didn't know what Ning Qiyue was called, this tablet was dedicated to her.

So it's also useful.

When Mao Zi grew up, he did live up to Ning Qiyue's help and won the first prize in the exam. He was called Lord Qingtian by the people, filial and fair.

After walking on the road for another two days, we passed a canyon this afternoon.

Chang Lin looked up outside the canyon. From time to time, some gravel fell down. Chang Lin hesitated and said, "Miss, I'm afraid there is an ambush up here."

"Well, it doesn't matter, just keep moving forward."

"Shi Qi, go to the county ahead and inform the county magistrate to bring someone over." Ning Qiyue ordered Shi Qi again on horseback.

Shiqi took the order and took over Ning Qiyue's identity token.

He rode his horse and galloped forward. The man above him narrowed his eyes as he stared at Shi Qi's back, and finally stopped his men from catching up.

He quietly looked at the carriage below, and Chang Lin drove the horse forward.

Halfway through, there was a movement from above: "Let go!"

Chang Lin looked up, and countless stones were thrown down from above.

This was the first time for Chang Lin and Chang Fu to encounter such a thing. Their pupils shrank, but they always maintained absolute trust in Ning Qiyue.

A circle of light covered the carriage and the horseman Changfu. The stone hit the light cover, causing ripples and then bounced away.

When the stones were finished, the man in ambush looked down and saw the carriage parked there safe and sound.

Not only the carriage, but also the servant on the horse was not injured.

"Boss, boss, this carriage is a bit evil, let's withdraw!"