The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 76 These days, if you find a wife, you have to cherish her.
The light was bright, but for a moment, the sky above Yu Tingwan seemed to darken.

How can someone who can't help at all have the nerve to say such cold words?

She ran back expressionlessly and stopped Wei Zhao from closing the window.

Perhaps truly terrified of being hit, Wei Zhao took a few steps back, dodging her outstretched fist.

Yu Tingwan: ...

Wei Zhao hesitated for a moment: "Did I hurt you?"

"I'm not making fun of you."

I just felt that the girl had that indomitable spirit. One minute she was making a big statement, and the next minute, this little girl was jumping up with all her might. The contrast was too great.

Yu Tingwan: ...

well.

Every word he said hit her right where it hurt.

"You can do it!"

Wei Zhao can no longer use his lightness skill, so even if he wanted to help, he couldn't knock the persimmons down with a stone.

Firstly, my wrist is weak.

Secondly, persimmons fall to the ground and break into tiny pieces.

Yu Tingwan was naturally sensitive, and seeing his silence, she began to reflect on whether she had hurt him.

The result of the self-reflection was...

Wei Zhao: "I can do other things."

Yu Tingwan's thoughts were interrupted, and she asked in surprise, "What?"

She disagreed: "Forget it, just stay inside and don't cause any trouble."

After saying that, she couldn't resist asking, "What are you planning to do?"

Under her gaze, Wei Zhao earnestly raised his hand and slowly clapped twice.

"I'm here to cheer you on."

Yes, that was indeed the only thing he could do.

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

She deserves to die!
The answer after reflection is: She did nothing wrong!
The girl took a deep breath and turned to leave.

"and many more."

Wei Zhao called out to her.

Yu Tingwan snapped, "What are you doing!"

"Wei Shen, it's not easy to find a wife these days, you have to cherish her!"

Wei Zhao went to get the paper on the table; it was the prescription that Old Man Qian had written earlier.

It was all smeared inside; it was rewritten with charcoal.

"Use this prescription to get the medicine."

Yu Tingwan was suspicious, so she went back and took the prescription.

Unlike his frail body, his handwriting was exceptionally beautiful. Even though it was weak and limp, it was still written in one go, and it was even better than the handwriting of the teacher who had taught Yu Tingwan before.

Fang Ziyu couldn't understand it at night, but...

"I've already said, you can't take medicine indiscriminately."

Wei Zhao said listlessly, "Here you go."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

You have the disease!

“Crush and grind into powder, boil three times, filter three times, mix and concentrate the concentrated juice, add beeswax, and boil into a paste.”

Wei Zhao: "To cure your frostbite."

"It works better than the ointment you usually use."

Yu Tingwan was moved.

“My husband, although you think of me, I had to spend six coins to buy that plaster. It was made by the doctor at the town clinic.”

Six texts?

Wei Zhao: "No wonder it smells pungent and has a rough texture."

Yu Tingwan said gently, "Dr. Qian said the ointment is very well made, and that he bought some himself."

I've never seen a doctor have to go to a clinic to buy medicine.

"he?"

Wei Zhao: "His medical skills are not good."

Yu Tingwan: "You think you can do it?"

"This prescription wasn't written by me; it was developed by the military doctors of the Wei family army."

Although the border region is not as cold as here, in order to train physical fitness, soldiers still have to freeze in blocks of ice during the winter. To prepare for any eventuality, the military doctors developed ointments to treat typhoid fever and frostbite.

Wei Zhao glanced at it briefly and then memorized it.

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

The paper in my hand suddenly felt heavy.

Rumor has it that the doctor in the Wei family army was invited by General Wei after three visits to his thatched cottage. He was said to have the ability to bring flesh back to bone, not to mention to pull patients back from the brink of death.

Yu Tingwan couldn't help but think how wonderful it would be if someone like that could treat Wei Zhao's illness.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Wei Zhao then spoke.

"The military doctor's medical skills are superb." "When I was poisoned and on the verge of death, it was he who searched through all the famous medical books and ancient texts, and drew on the life-extending ancient prescription left by Zhu Yaowang of the previous dynasty. After several days of discussion, he finally came up with a prescription."

Yu Tingwan: ...

She understood each word individually, but when put together, it seemed like she didn't understand anything at all.

Although I knew Wei Shen had relapsed.

Ke Yu Tingwan did not let go of any opportunity to revive his will.

"You've been poisoned? Was it serious?"

Wei Zhao responded calmly.

"His life hangs by a thread?"

Wei Zhao glanced at Yu Tingwan.

Some helpless.

The girl would seize any opportunity to inquire about his past. Even after he told her, she wouldn't believe him, yet she would still ask every time.

"almost."

Wei Zhao told the truth: "The coffin at home is already prepared."

Yu Tingwan: "It's clear you're incredibly lucky; even Heaven doesn't take you."

Wei Zhao:......

It doesn't sound like a compliment.

Yu Tingwan added, "It's so good to be alive."

Wei Zhao:......

Ever since he said he would think about it again, Yu Tingwan asked him how his decision was going as soon as she opened her eyes this morning.

She would occasionally list the benefits of being alive.

For example, I could accompany her to the town market.

For example, we can go fishing together in a while.

For example, you could adopt a child and treat it as your own.

Wei Zhao understood what was going on before, but he was truly confused about what was going on afterward.

Why adopt?

Has she suffered too much over the years, which has damaged her health and made it difficult for her to have children?

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Yu Tingwan cares a lot about her reputation!

She learned her lesson and climbed the persimmon tree.

During winter, the trees are bare of leaves, which makes it easier for them to pick them.

By the time she reached the top, Yue Mountain was already quite high.

The deep mountains were unsafe, so at night, Hunter Peng would take Yue Shan to rest in the trees. Climbing trees was an everyday activity for him.

Yu Tingwan felt a surge of envy.

The girl worked quickly, picking one after another.

When her basket was almost full, she prepared to give it to Hui Niang, who was standing on the wooden ladder, to exchange for an empty basket.

But the girl's hand stopped in mid-air.

Besides being piled high with persimmons, a crow with eyes the size of mung beans was sitting in the basket.

Yu Tingwan thought to herself... It's a bit unlucky to be here in broad daylight.

"what happened?"

Hui Niang waited for a long time but didn't see her hand it over. She craned her neck to take a look and frowned.

"It's that again."

"Before you married into the family, you would either perch on our persimmon tree or lie under Ah Lang's window. Although you didn't bark and it was annoying to hear, it was still very unlucky. Your father had a hard time chasing you away with a stick."

They actually came back.

Hui Niang waved the crow away.

Its wings flapped and it glided through the air before finally landing steadily on the chimney above the kitchen.

The black of the crow and the black of the kitchen blend together.

Hui Niang frowned even more deeply, and a bad feeling suddenly came to her: "Don't stay on our roof for the next few days."

Yu Tingwan: ...

It's really possible.

But the most important thing right now is to pick persimmons.

When the girls got tired of picking, they would stop to rest and break one open to eat.

"Auntie."

Yue Shan pointed to a spot: "Do you see my house?"

Standing high, she could see far, and Yu Tingwan saw the old house next door. Following the direction Yue Shan pointed, she saw people walking in the distance and fields covered in snow.

The girl had a sudden inspiration.

Behind the Zhou family's house is a towering tree, a popular summer retreat for the villagers. If you climb up...

Can't we still see Old Man Zhou sneaking into his daughter-in-law's room?

(End of this chapter)