Mrs. Chen and Jiang Youzhi watched from the side.
Seeing Yun Jiao not panicking in the slightest, Mrs. Chen felt much calmer, though she hesitantly asked, "Will applying this help?"
Yun Jiao nodded, "It should help, my grandfather—"
She paused, recalling that her grandfather in this life was also a doctor, just fine.
She continued, "Centipede is a type of medicinal material. In the past, the medicinal materials used by our family, in order to ensure their efficacy, were often collected and processed by ourselves."
"This method was taught to my grandfather by an old man from the mountains who used to bring centipedes to our home every year."
Just then, Da Lang suddenly exclaimed, "Mom, it doesn’t hurt anymore!"
Mrs. Chen said in surprise and delight, "It really doesn’t hurt?"
Da Lang nodded repeatedly, "Not at all."
Jiang Youzhi stared at Da Lang’s hand and said, "The redness and swelling seem to be starting to subside too."
The whole family fixated on Da Lang’s finger, and sure enough, in a moment, the redness and swelling disappeared completely, leaving only some traces of dried blood.
Mrs. Chen patted her chest, "Oh my god, it scared me to death."
After saying this, she quickly bounced back, getting up swiftly to twist Da Lang’s ear, "I told you to behave! Centipedes, scorpions, all those things are poisonous, how could you play with them?"
"If it weren’t for your sister-in-law today, you’d be poisoned to death!"
She used her other hand to smack him on the butt, "Are you still going to misbehave? Dare to play with such nonsense again?"
Da Lang squirmed with eyebrows wriggling and cried out in pain, "Ow ow," while San Ya giggled nearby, and Yun Jiao couldn’t help but laugh as well.
Jiang Youzhi, seeing the lively scene in the room, also smiled slightly. Just now, when he supported Mrs. Chen, he was truly worried that something might happen to his brother, causing their mother to break down.
Fortunately, fortunately, they had her in the family.
While Yulang shrieked in agony, he made eye contact with Jiang Youzhi, who, suppressing his laughter, handed a glass of water to Mrs. Chen, "Mom, you must be tired, have a glass of water first."
Mrs. Chen got distracted and eased her grip, allowing Da Lang to squirm free and run away to safety. Follow current novels on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵
As she watched Da Lang’s silhouette vanish at the doorway, Mrs. Chen called out quickly, "It’s getting dark, stay in the yard to play and don’t run off!"
She sat down and sipped some water, scolding Jiang Youzhi indirectly, "And you defend him; that boy just deserves a spanking."
Then she turned to Yun Jiao and said, "Thanks to you, otherwise—"
Yun Jiao smiled, "It’s just a small matter, Mom, no need to make a fuss. I’ll fetch some water soon to wash Yun Long’s hands."
She got up and fetched a basin of water in the kitchen, mixed in some soapberry, and placed it under the window, gesturing towards Da Lang playing in the yard.
Da Lang rushed over, and Yun Jiao grabbed his hand and began cleaning it in the basin.
From the room, Mrs. Chen’s conversation with Jiang Youzhi could be heard, "When will you go to the county academy?"
Jiang Youzhi thought for a moment, "I’ll go after the autumn harvest."
Mrs. Chen frowned, "Didn’t your grandfather say your hand is for holding a pen, not for farm work?"
With an apologetic smile, Jiang Youzhi replied to Mrs. Chen, "Mom, this year is different."
Mrs. Chen fell silent for a moment.
Yes, this year is different. Since the family suffered the loss of Da Lang as a strong laborer, with San Lang failing his exams again, it wouldn’t make sense not to contribute more during the autumn harvest.
After a while, Mrs. Chen nodded, "Alright, then we’ll wait until after the autumn harvest to go study in the county."