The Daily Life of a Down-on-Hard-Life Medicine Girl Supporting Her Family

Chapter 216

"That girl's name is Zhong Xiaoying. She is pretty and hardworking. She is a good girl."

"She's definitely a good girl," Zhao Minghua said. "Qingsheng's ankle sprained at just the right time."

Spraining your ankle once feels like getting a wife.

"You see it too?"

"It's not that I noticed, it's that I saw it all," Zhao Minghua said with a smile. "They were really concerned about my well-being, personally preparing and applying medicine for me."

That's really good treatment.

"Tell Qingsheng to be nicer to Xiaoying, or else don't provoke her."

"Don't worry, that kid is straightforward and doesn't have any bad intentions," Zhao Minghua said. "If he had any bad intentions, I'd break his legs."

"Then I'll break her right leg. Even if both legs are broken, I won't treat her."

Chunnuan answered with a smile, and Zhao Minghua laughed too, feeling that the two of them were both quite naughty.

Qingsheng had no idea that his young master and mistress were discussing breaking his legs.

However, he really won't give that chance.

"Sakura, I'll go back to town once my foot is healed."

"what?"

Zhong Xiaoying was taken aback for a moment, then came to her senses. Since her foot was healed, she naturally wanted to go back to town.

“I’ll go back and tell my mother to find a matchmaker to propose marriage.”

Zhong Xiaoying's face immediately turned bright red.

Her heart raced, and she glanced at Qingsheng secretly; Qingsheng was looking at her too.

"I'll marry you, be my wife, okay?"

Zhong Xiaoying pursed her lips, too embarrassed to say yes.

No, Mother said girls should be more reserved, so she can't agree.

"Marriage is a major life event, decided by parents and matchmakers. I listen to my parents," Zhong Xiaoying said, blushing. "Besides, in our family, all the servants are the young mistress's attendants, so marriages require her consent."

“The young mistress has always been very kind to the servants, she will definitely grant my request.” Qingsheng quickly said, “I will go and ask the young master and young mistress for their grace right away.”

As he spoke, he started to hob up and walk out.

"Don't worry," Zhong Xiaoying quickly called out to him, "You just applied the medicine, it will fall off if you do this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the medicine applied to his left foot fell off.

"sorry Sorry……"

Celebrating a birthday can be awkward.

You need to bend down to pick up the medicine on the ground.

"Go back to bed and lie down. You can't use this medicine anymore. I'll go and prepare a new one for you."

Oh, I just realized, why is this person so impulsive?

Zhong Xiaoying brought the medicine and reapplied it to him, making Qingsheng feel very awkward.

"Take good care of yourself now, or we'll abandon you if you get hurt again."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll make sure to take good care of myself."

He chuckled to himself, looking like a complete idiot.

Well, he finally understands what it meant when the young master secretly smiled when he looked at the young mistress back then.

My heart is filled with joy; seeing the girl I like makes me happier than eating anything.

Why are you looking at my face? Is my face dirty?

Zhong Xiaoying felt a bit awkward and unsure of what to do with herself under his watchful gaze.

No, you are very beautiful.

“You…” Zhong Xiaoying blushed: “I’m too lazy to talk to you, I’m leaving first.”

Oh dear, this person is so good with words, I'm so embarrassed.

Seeing Zhong Xiaoying run away, Qingsheng regretted his loose tongue, which had scared her away.

So, he really wants to find a young master and young mistress.

This foot injury couldn't have come at the worst possible time.

When it was time for dinner, Zhong Xiaoying came again to bring him food.

“My mother made a pig's trotter soup. She said that you should drink more pig's trotter soup to help you heal any injury.”

"Thank you, mother."

"Celebrating a birthday" came out of his mouth.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhong Xiaoying was stunned and almost dropped the bowl in fright.

"Hehe, they'll have to change their tune sooner or later anyway, I'm just saying it a little earlier."

"How could you do this?" Zhong Xiaoying was really angry when she thought about it: "You drink it yourself, I don't care about you anymore."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

what?
What did I say wrong?

Thinking back carefully, it turns out it was all because of my mouth again.

"Slap! Slap!" He slapped himself twice: "Serves you right for being so talkative. You scared him away!"

"Yeah, I am a bit of a smart aleck."

Zhao Minghua walked in: "It's a waste that you've been by my side for so many years and haven't learned a single bit of cleverness."

"Master, I..."

No way, could it be? The young master saw me making a fool of myself?
"They were sincere towards you, and look at you...?"

"Young Master, I'm sincere too, I just..."

"That's stupid. Talking nonsense in front of a girl. You have to pay a fee for changing your address. You just changed your address like that. That's disrespectful to the girl." Zhao Minghua witnessed the whole process and was speechless at Qingsheng.

How could he have hired such a brainless person?
"Now what?"

Celebrating his birthday left him dumbfounded.

He really meant it sincerely... Yes, yes, he was wrong, he called for his mother too early.

"What can I do? Don't be so sarcastic." Zhao Minghua glanced at his food box: "I was worried you wouldn't have dinner, but I didn't expect you'd still get special treatment. You are what you eat, I think you'd better eat some pig brains."

After saying that, Zhao Minghua put down the food box and left.

"Why? Young master, why should I eat pig brains?"

Qingsheng was still asking loudly from behind.

Zhao Minghua did not answer him, letting him figure it out himself.

I've thought about celebrating my birthday for a long time, but I just can't figure it out.

"Ugh, I'm such a pig-brain."

He slapped his forehead and immediately realized what was going on; it turned out that the young master was calling him a pig-brain and wanted him to get his brain repaired.

Hey……

He doesn't seem very bright after all.

Zhao Minghua returned to the main courtyard and told Chunnuan what she had seen.

"You know, this kid is usually so clever, how could he suddenly lose his mind and treat a girl like that?" Zhao Minghua really couldn't understand it.

"Perhaps he's just used to being talkative," Chunnuan said. "Or maybe he was too excited and blurted it out on impulse."

In other words, Qingsheng is a person who speaks without restraint.

"Then he deserves it." He's really brainless. Zhao Minghua is considering finding someone else to mentor him.

"Zhong Xiaoshan is not bad."

I followed him for a day; the kid's got a good eye.

"It's good to have another person by your side, so that Qingsheng and Zhong Xiaoshan can take turns taking care of you."

You can't just take advantage of one person without restraint.

“I also told Uncle Zhong about Xiaoshan, and he was very grateful.”

"Xiaoshan has a good temperament and a quick mind. He'll have a better future working for you." Uncle Zhong was talking about this with his family at the Zhong family home.

"Today, the young master told me that Xiaoshan should work for him."

"Does that mean Xiaoshan won't be living at home anymore?"

Aunt Zhong's first thought was this, and she felt... she would miss her son.

“Wherever the young master goes, Xiaoshan will follow.” Uncle Zhong said, “Don’t try to hinder the child’s future with your own ideas. Serving the young master is a dream job that many people can only dream of.”

Women are sometimes short-sighted and have a lot of ideas; if you go along with him, he will definitely disagree in one way or another.

"No, I was just thinking that Xiaoshan will rarely come back in the future and will have to go out with the young master to meet people. Should I prepare two decent sets of clothes for him?"

Xiaoshan is currently wearing clothes that his older brother can no longer wear. Although they haven't been patched and re-patched, they're only about 40% new.

If you're working for your master, dressing poorly will embarrass them.

"Hmm, you've thought this through very well. We can make two sets of clothes for Xiaoshan."

"Father, Mother, you may not know this, but servants who serve their masters usually have clothes for all four seasons, so they don't have to make their own."

Zhong Xiaoying reminded them.

"Yes, yes, look, I forgot about such an important thing." Uncle Zhong slapped his forehead: "That's right. People who serve the master will have clothes for all four seasons, and the colors and styles are all the same, so as not to wear all sorts of different clothes."

"So I'm not going to prepare anything then?"

"Let's prepare two sets of clothes for him to change into," Uncle Zhong said. "Xiaoshan grows taller and bigger every day, so when we make the clothes, we should make them a little looser so that he won't be unable to wear them next year."

"It's natural."

Aunt Zhong is very experienced in making clothes.

With many children, the older ones wear the younger ones' clothes. New clothes made for the older children can usually be worn for two years. If they can't wear them anymore, they are given to the younger ones, who can then mend and patch them up to wear them for several more years.

When they were no longer wearable, they were disassembled and the outer fabric was used to make cloth shoes with multiple layers of soles.

In short, being thrifty is one of her strengths.

"Then you should hurry up and get this done. The young master is leaving whenever he wants, and Xiaoshan will go with him."

Uncle Zhong turned to his daughter and said, "You're good at needlework, so help your mother sew clothes for Xiaoshan. It wouldn't be good for Xiaoshan to go to the Zhao family dressed in rags."

"Okay, my daughter will help."

"Speaking of which," Aunt Zhong recalled something important, "that birthday celebration...his father, you mean Xiaoying..."

Upon hearing Qingsheng's name, Zhong Xiaoying recalled his rudeness when she brought him soup that evening, and felt both angry and ashamed.

"Sakura, what are you thinking?"

Uncle Zhong could also tell that Qingsheng had feelings for Xiaoying, and that his own daughter was actually quite nice too.

"Daughters always listen to their parents."

Sakura's face turned bright red, and she made an excuse to do laundry and ran away.

"This child is shy."

Aunt Zhong smiled and said, "Qingsheng is indeed a good boy. It would be a blessing if our Xiaoying could get together with him, but I'm afraid his parents..."

"Ultimately, this is something the man needs to bring up first; we can't be too proactive."

"That's true, you can't make a sale by rushing people."

No matter how good he is, you can't get anxious or upset, making it seem like your daughter can't get married.

The couple reached a consensus: if the Qing family came to propose marriage, they would ask the young mistress for her favor; otherwise, they would let it go.

"As for Xiaoying, she seems to be very interested." Uncle Zhong was a little worried about what would happen if Qingsheng's family didn't agree.
After all, Qingsheng is working by the young master's side, and he may have a great future.

It's naturally easy for him to find a wife; many girls would be willing to marry someone like that.

"I'll remind Xiaoying," Aunt Zhong nodded.

Although she also thought Qingsheng was a good match, she believed that girls should be more reserved and not rush headlong into things. If she ended up with an unreliable guy and fell for him, it would be troublesome.

After finishing his soup, Qingsheng licked his lips.

Mmm, it tastes quite delicious.

Yes, I can't just sit here and wait to die; I have to take the initiative.

Especially now that he's angered Sakura and made her run away, he has to make amends.

"Brother Qingsheng, have you finished eating? My mom asked me to come and collect the bowls."

Xiaoshan came in and asked.

"I'm done eating, I'm done eating." Qingsheng said quickly, "Thank you so much, Auntie. Your soup is really delicious."

"That's right. My mother is very good at making soup. When the previous owner came to the village, my mother would make soup for him."

"Yes, you see, the young mistress really likes the soup your mother makes."

It's clear that celebrating a birthday is important, and people are particular about food when spring arrives.

The daughters of wealthy families in the capital were pampered and raised in luxury, with several cooks in their households, so it was only natural that they were particular about their appearance.

But this meticulous young mistress vomited everything she ate at home, but after drinking Aunt Zhong's soup at the manor, she recovered.

"That's right, my mom is pretty amazing."

While celebrating my birthday, I suddenly wanted to ask: Isn't your sister amazing?

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.

Sakura got angry because of her sharp tongue, and now Koyama is even cleaning up the dishes; she's not coming anymore.

"Xiaoshan, please tell the young master that you should go to Baicaotang again tomorrow and ask my brother to come and see me."

"what?"

Xiaoshan was completely baffled.

When they went to buy medicine for him, they didn't mention his name. They preferred to spend the money rather than let the people at Baicaotang know that he was the one who was injured.

But now things have changed again; they want his brother to come see him.

"I need to talk to my brother."

"Alright, I'll go tell the young master."

Zhao Minghua was speechless when he heard about the birthday celebration's request.

"This kid can't keep anything to himself. He's probably about to be asked to marry someone by his mother."

"Strike while the iron is hot, that's a good idea," Chunnuan said. "I admire him quite a bit; he knows how to get what he wants and he works hard for it."

"This kid, you could say he's smart, but sometimes he's really silly; you could say he's not smart, but sometimes he's quite sharp."

Smile when spring warms up.

At Baicaotang, Fusheng was shocked to hear that Qingsheng had sprained his ankle.

"When did this happen? What medicine did you pick up yesterday?"

“It’s his, but he won’t let me say it. He made me come all the way here today to tell you he wants to see you.”

"Is he really just broken his leg, and not some other illness?" Fusheng was very worried. Could it be that he felt something was wrong and wanted to see his own brother to settle his affairs? "What did the young mistress say?"

"The young mistress said that it takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone, so he should take good care of himself."

"Who is serving the young master?"

"it's me."

Something bad has happened!

The servants around the young master have all been replaced; my younger brother is probably in grave danger.

Fusheng hurriedly followed Xiaoshan and ran towards the village.

When he saw the birthday celebration, he felt like kicking him twice.

"Aren't you about to die? How come you still have the leisure to pet cats here?"

Under the sun, he sat at the door, cuddling a yellow cat and looking quite content.

"Who said I'm going to die?" Qingsheng asked, puzzled. "I just twisted my ankle, I won't die."

"Indeed, evil persists for a thousand years, while good people don't live long. Tell me, what did you bring me here for? What trouble have I gotten myself into this time?"

Fusheng looked at his younger brother and really didn't know where to begin.

How could you be so clumsy? You twisted your ankle just by walking a short distance.

"You sprained your ankle and didn't go home to rest. Who will take care of you if you stay here?"