They've all separated, so what does it matter to me if they get poorer and poorer?

Chapter 52 This is the trump card and the reliance

Xu Zhichun suppressed his joy, said a few words in a restrained manner, and then took his leave.

One hundred taels of silver is quite a lot; it's rightfully hers, and she feels very secure holding it. Adding to her accumulated savings, she now has a total of over two hundred and forty taels.

She knew perfectly well how good potatoes and sweet potatoes were, so the other big reward was already a certainty.

It makes me happy just thinking about it.

But that's not the happiest thing. The happiest thing is that the county magistrate is really a good person. And because of this incident, I've managed to establish a little connection with the county magistrate, which makes me feel a bit more at ease.

It's best if you don't need this relationship in your daily life, but if you really have nowhere else to turn, there's always this one path you can take.

This is our trump card and our reliance.

Xu Zhichun didn't hide this from Zeng Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhu'er, but asked them to keep it a secret.

There was no need to hide this from anyone. The sweet potatoes and potatoes were originally obtained by her from the harbor warehouse, so it was only right that she reported it to the authorities and receive credit for it.

The reason we don't want to publicize this matter yet is twofold: firstly, it needs time to be verified before people are convinced; secondly, there's no need for it, and it's better to avoid trouble.

But there's no need to hide it from them, nor from Liang Lizheng.

When Zeng Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhu'er first heard that Xu Zhichun was going to the yamen to report, they were both startled. Aunt Zhu'er, in particular, was clearly frightened, never expecting her to be so bold.

The two of them were restless for a long time, and finally, when they saw Xu Zhichun return, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"Knowing Spring!"

"Sister-in-law Zhichun!"

how about it?
Xu Zhichun nodded and smiled at the two men, who immediately beamed with joy: It's done! That's great!
Although they didn't contribute anything, it's still an honor for the village.

Xu Zhichun said she would treat them to lunch again, which made the two even happier. The three chatted and laughed quietly, while Liang Mingliang scratched his head calmly in the back. The three of them had a little group, and they were always acting mysteriously, which he was used to.

In the evening, Liang Mingxuan came home from school. Xu Zhichun was about to tell him about the day's events when she noticed the boy's flushed face and listless appearance. Xu Zhichun was startled. "Mingxuan, are you sick?"

Liang Mingxuan was taken aback. He had originally intended to keep it a secret from his sister-in-law and tough it out, but after being asked by her, he couldn't hide it any longer. "I... I feel a bit hot and my head hurts a little."

"Do you have a fever?"

Xu Zhichun was startled and quickly touched his forehead and face.

She was startled when she touched him: "You really have a fever. Go lie down quickly. Your sister-in-law will make you some medicine in a bit. Your sister-in-law went up the mountain to pick some commonly used medicinal herbs, dried them, and stored them away. She'll make them for you now. Don't be afraid. If you don't get better after two days of medicine, we'll call a doctor."

"Thank you, sister-in-law."

Liang Mingxuan had been feeling unwell all day, but he had managed to hold on until now. When he finally spoke up and his family showed concern for him, the sick man immediately became vulnerable and could no longer hold on. Xu Zhichun helped him back to his bedroom to lie down.

Xu Zhichun was a little nervous, but fortunately, she had the medicine on hand, so her nervousness was limited.

She didn't plan to call a doctor; what medicine could a doctor prescribe that was as good as the medicine in her harbor warehouse space?
A child's fever is a serious matter; if not handled properly, it can damage their brain or even cause mental impairment. While traditional Chinese medicine in this era wasn't entirely ineffective, its effects were unpredictable and difficult to control, relying heavily on mysticism—a gamble she couldn't afford to take.

She took out the fever reducer Tylenol from the harbor warehouse space, sighed as she looked at the orange liquid, and measured out ten milliliters using a graduated measuring cup, referring to the instructions.

After thinking about it, she realized that this medicine was designed for modern people. For ancient people who had never used modern medicines, a single dose might not be enough for a child's body. So she poured some out, leaving only about six milliliters.

Xu Zhichun poured warm water into a small bowl, added a spoonful of brown sugar and stirred it, then poured in the Tylenol solution and stirred it well before bringing it to Liang Mingxuan's lips.

"Come on, Mingxuan, drink some brown sugar water. When you're sick, you should drink more sweet things to replenish your strength." Liang Mingxuan's face was flushed red with fever, and when I helped him sit up, I could feel the burning heat emanating from his body.

He kept his eyes closed and didn't even open them. He subconsciously opened his mouth and obediently drank the brown sugar water from Xu Zhichun's hand.

After taking Motrin, I'll take some anti-inflammatory medicine, like Puji Lan.

This is a traditional Chinese medicine, and it looks dark. They dilute it with warm water and claim it's their own homemade decoction.

It tastes bad? That's for sure, it tastes bad.

This is the true nature of traditional Chinese medicine.

It seems that people in ancient times were much more tolerant of the unpleasant taste of Chinese medicine. Liang Mingxuan only frowned slightly before drinking the entire bottle of Pu Di Lan, which tasted so bad, without feeling nauseous or vomiting.

Xu Zhichun fed him a few more sips of warm water, helped him lie down, and carefully covered him with a thin blanket.

Seeing his tightly closed eyes, Xu Zhichun had an idea and took out an electronic forehead thermometer from the harbor warehouse space.

Still worried, she decided to check the temperature to see exactly what it was. She even considered putting a fever-reducing patch on the child's forehead, but didn't dare.

Afraid that the child might suddenly open his eyes, Xu Zhichun used one hand to lightly cover his eyes, and with the other hand, she quickly used a forehead thermometer to "beep!" on his forehead where it almost touched, deliberately speaking to cover the sound as she did so, "You rest well, your sister-in-law will keep an eye on you tonight, don't worry."

I checked the temperature, and wow, it was 39.7 degrees Celsius.

At this moment, Xu Zhichun was relieved; thankfully, she had so many medicines.

I took the child's outer robe outside, intending to wash it for him that evening.

Children always wash their own clothes, and Xu Zhichun did the same; she was too embarrassed to ask him to wash hers.

But he was sick, so I'll just wash the outer robe he took off for him.

As she carried the clothes out, Xu Zhichun suddenly realized that something seemed off about them.

The hem of the clothes was clearly covered in mud, not dirt, but more like mud slurry.

Xu Zhichun's heart sank, and she quickly opened the clothes, straightened them, and examined them closely.

She was certain that a large section of the hem of the garment was covered in mud; the child must have washed it, but hadn't managed to get it clean.

She then looked at his shoes and found mud splattered on the edges and surfaces.

Although it has been cleaned, it is still noticeable.

Was her child being bullied at school?

This was the first thing Xu Zhichun thought of.

Otherwise, it cannot be explained.

Her child isn't the mischievous type. This is going to school, not going up a mountain or into the fields. He'll come home as soon as school is over and won't wander around playing. Logically, it's impossible for his clothes and shoes to be in such a state.

If a child is really bullied at school, she will absolutely not let it go.

Xu Zhichun grew angrier and angrier, but also felt a pang of heartache. Knowing that she couldn't question the child in his current state, she had no choice but to hold back.

(End of this chapter)