Jinyi Spring

Chapter 48 Cool

Zhao Chunjiang's wife was drowsy, but she could still tell that her parents-in-law didn't want to save the child, so she begged, "Mother-in-law, please save the child."

He raised his voice again and shouted, "Boss, save your daughter."

Zhao Chunjiang said impatiently, "What do you know, old woman? Just listen to your parents."

Zhao Chunjiang's mother was also unhappy and cursed, "We didn't drown her, why are you mourning? If she survives, then she survives. If she doesn't, we don't have the money to treat her."

By the time Aunt Wang had cleaned up the woman and buried the placenta, the baby had already died.

Zhao Chunjiang's mother said, "Sister, take the dead boy to the green reed marsh and bury him."

Aunt Wang looked at the dead child, whose body was naked and covered in blood. She thought that the child would not have died if he had been treated in time.

It's a pity that I was born in this family.

She said with a gloomy face, "If you want to bury it, you have to wrap it in cloth, right?"

Zhao Chunjiang's mother looked around, picked up a piece of rag beside the big basin and handed it to Aunt Wang.

The cloth had just been used and was stained with feces, urine and blood.

Aunt Wang wrapped the child in cloth and said, "You are the child's grandparents, how could you have the heart to do that?"

He stretched out his hand again and said, "I have been busy for two days and one night, one tael of silver. Shaoyao is a novice, and she is very good at supporting her waist, twenty taels of silver."

She knew that Shaoyao would definitely not get the money, but she had to say so.

Zhao Chunjiang's mother's face wrinkled into a bun, "You want so much money for taking care of a dead child? Less?"

Aunt Wang retorted, "Two months ago, my daughter said that the baby's heart rate was abnormal and that the umbilical cord might be wrapped around the neck. You just don't believe it. I have one tael of silver, not a penny less."

Zhao Chunjiang's mother softened her tone and said, "Our family is poor, so we'll give you 600 coins first, and you can pay the remaining 400 coins back slowly. If Doctor Feng were here, she would know we are poor and she wouldn't even take the 600 coins."

Aunt Wang snorted coldly, "My elder sister is just too kind-hearted, and was taken advantage of by those shameless people. I don't have my elder sister's good character, and I can't lose a penny.

"Humph, we're from the same village, so I don't know what your family situation is like? You have several strong laborers in your family. Even if you're not rich, you still have some spare money."

Old man Zhao outside the window yelled, "Why are you nagging, old woman? Give her 800 coins, and a bag of rice bran and a bag of sweet potatoes for 200 coins. Shaoyao is here to learn a craft, and she has no money, so give her two eggs."

Aunt Wang saw that the rice bran and sweet potatoes were not big and were worth at most 150 coins. She was exhausted and didn't want to argue anymore, so she carried her son home.

Peony was carrying rice bran and sweet potatoes.

On the way, Aunt Wang said to Shaoyao, "No matter how many times I tell you, you won't change. Only rough country women can stand it. Remember, your legs and arms must be steady, your hands must be gentle, and you can't use all your strength at once..."

Shaoyao was helpless. "I practiced holding the goalpost every day, but my hands still wouldn't obey me."

When they reached the doorstep of her home, Aunt Wang stopped and said, "Go home and tell the girl to take the incense and fire sticks and go to the green reed marsh to bury the dead child."

Feng Chuchen came out with Big Head.

She was very angry when she heard what the family did, "Aunt Wang should have said less money, it could have saved a life."

Aunt Wang shook her head and said, "Girls don't see that kind of people very often. Even if you don't want money, they will think you are meddling. Unless you are like Banxia, you just take her home to raise her. When you grow up, they will take her back to sell her for money.

"In their eyes, the life of a sick child is not as valuable as the life of a sick pig. A sick pig can be sold for money after being cured, but a sick child may not grow up. They are afraid that they will spend money but fail to keep the child, and end up losing everything..."

Feng Chuchen was speechless. Who said there are no bad parents in the world?
She looked at the dirty wrappings, then lifted the wrappings to take a look at the dead child. The wrinkled little face was lifeless, and the little body was stiff and covered in blood.

The child had two chances to live, but her family refused them.

Feng Chuchen went home and found a small mat to wrap the dead body.

After burying the dead child and reciting the sutra for the dead, Feng Chuchen walked over to stand in front of the plum tree.

Under the setting sun, the dead branches trembled in the cold wind, still standing upright and fearless. Only flowers like this can thrive in this land.

Like my aunt, it was born in the poorest land and blooms the most beautiful flowers.

Aunt Wang looked at the small mound of earth beside her.

Fourteen years later, the small mound seemed to have sunk a little, and was covered with gravel and dead leaves.

She looked at the figure in the sunset again. Slender, tall, handsome and heroic, as proud and dazzling as a plum blossom, not afraid of the wind and cold...

Really like an elder sister.

Feng Chuchen bent down to pick up the dead leaves on the small mound of earth, then went to the stream and shoveled some new soil to cover it.

After doing all this, she broke out in a thin layer of sweat and suddenly felt the blood in her body flowing faster, as if gas was surging upwards.

She sat on the ground with her palms facing upwards on her legs, clearing her mind of all distractions. Her thoughts followed the air, which then reached the top of her head and then slid down to her heart, finally emanating to every nerve ending.

Aunt Wang had often seen her elder sister practicing breathing exercises here before, so she did not disturb Feng Chuchen.

More than a quarter of an hour later, Feng Chuchen exhaled and opened his eyes.

This was a completely new and wonderful experience that made her feel relaxed and sweaty.

After returning home, take a shower first. After washing, pick up the silver needle and rotate it. Close your eyes and feel the true energy surrounding the silver needle.

She didn't give acupuncture to anyone, but she felt that her acupuncture skills had reached a new level.

Seeing his sister's happy face, Feng Buji asked, "What are you happy about, sister?"

Feng Chuchen hugged him and said, "My acupuncture skills have improved again. Great improvement."

Feng Buji jumped for joy, "Sister is as capable as my eldest aunt." He touched her hand and said, "Sister, your hands are so cold, wear more clothes, you are too obsessed with beauty."

Feng Chuchen felt it when he came here. This body's temperature was slightly cooler than a normal person's, but he was not afraid of the cold. It was even cooler than before...

Feng Chuchen searched his memory, and it seemed that his aunt's hands were very cold. She taught the original owner how to give acupuncture, and the original owner would shudder. It was not until the original owner learned how to give the Yin Shen needle that the feeling became more obvious.

In other words, body temperature is related to Shangyin Shenzhen.

The better the Shang Yin Shen Zhen technique, the cooler the body temperature will be.

Feng Chuchen, who had figured out the whole thing, was overjoyed and couldn't help but hug Feng Buji and kiss him.

Feng Buji was so embarrassed that the tips of his ears turned red.

"sister."

Feng Chuchen laughed out loud, hugged him and said, "My brother is just six years old, it's okay to kiss him."

The next morning, Aunt Wang was invited by Liu Lizheng's family in the neighboring village to deliver the baby for his daughter-in-law, and Feng Chuchen was also invited to go.

The delivery was smooth and she gave birth to a son at the beginning of the afternoon.

Although Feng Chuchen was not used, he still gave her ten red eggs.

The two returned to Baima Village.

The red sun was setting in the west, a thin layer of snow covered the vast land, and cold winds were blowing in from all directions.

Aunt Wang, who was wearing a thick cotton jacket, was so cold that she was gasping for air, but Feng Chuchen didn't feel that cold. If she wasn't afraid of being different, she could have worn something thinner.

As soon as I reached the edge of the village, I saw a boy of about thirteen or fourteen walking towards me.

(End of this chapter)