The Journey Of The Peasant Mother-in-Law

ad trust in each other, otherwise, they would not be able to live in the future.

With the preparation this time, the road was not so bumpy, and it was much more comfortable, at least not nauseating.

It was still the same clinic as last time, and the doctor was very impressed with Zhulan’s family, mainly because of Zhulan.
It was rare that she was willing to spend money to take care of her body despite not being well-off.

The doctor checked Zhou Shuren first, “I’m recovering well, after prescribing three doses of medicine to consolidate, the rest will be fine.”

Zhou Shuren felt that his body was quite weak, “Doctor, please prescribe some tonic soup medicine for me!”

The doctor’s hand that wrote the prescription paused, and the old couple felt sorry for their lives, “Okay.”

Then came Zhulan, and the doctor stroked his beard, “The effect is good.”

Zhulan was also prescribed seven medicines, plus Zhou Shuren’s medicine, this time she was bleeding profusely and had to spend a total of three taels of silver.
Fortunately, the two sons were sent out, otherwise, the two sons don’t know what they would think.

How much money does this family have, the boss and the second child know it well, they all think it is more than a dozen taels, and they spend more than three taels at once.
This was just the beginning, and they will spend more in the future.
Zhou Shuren would rather keep it a secret than gamble.

After coming out of the medical centre, they went directly to the grain store.
Zhulan mainly bought millet.
Millet-made porridge was nourishing, but it was not cheap.
The output of millet was too low, and it costs eight cents per catty, which was about to catch up with the price of pork.

She bought a lot of salt and soy sauce, planned to go back to pickle pickles, and finally thought of the children at home, bought some sugar cubes and went back.

She didn’t buy anything else, and there was no shortage at home.

Back home, Zhou Shuren took the boss to pick up the fish basket and came back with a full pot.

Zhulan looked happy, “This is too much.”

Zhou Shuren said, “Indeed, there are a lot.
Just fry some small fish in the evening and buy a piece of tofu to cook fish soup.”

Zhulan understood that this was for the two sons who were studying, but there was also a bit of strategy involved in making them realize they were being valued and cared for.
“Okay, then what about the rest of them?” she asked.