Thrown Into the Wolf’s Den! Zaizai Holds Space In His Hands To Survive the Disaster Year

Chapter 73 Rushing to send money to Ning Ning

 Shortly afterwards, Uncle Deng and a group of villagers respectfully sent the medicine shop owner out the door.

Shen Ningning heard him say: "Fortunately, the wound is not deep and was treated in time. It seems that no vital damage has been done so far."

"However, the medicine needs to be changed every two days. I don't have much medicine this time. If it's not enough, you can come to me again."

 Uncle Deng nodded repeatedly: "Okay, okay...as for the medical fee..."

 He had no money on him now, so he took out a bunch of jewelry from the box and handed it over.

 “The family is in a tight situation and has no cash. Please accept this, the shopkeeper.”

 The drug store owner quickly declined.

“If it’s not that much, I came to Xiangyun Village to find the young lady for medical consultation and medicine. I’ll collect the money next time. This time I don’t need any money.”

 Uncle Deng thanked him profusely.

 The medicine shop owner and Shen Ningning walked aside, and saw him taking out a bag of silver.

“Little miss, you left two kilograms of aconite in the shop last time. I’ve been waiting for you to pay the bill, but you didn’t come, so I just sent it over.”

Shen Ningning collected the money and took a look at it. It was about two hundred taels.

Two pounds of aconite cannot be exchanged for this amount of silver.

She said Nunuo: "It was too hot before and I didn't want to go out, but grandpa shopkeeper, why did you give me too much?"

The medicine shop owner smiled and said, "The noble man in the palace has suffered from an old illness again, and the medicine has been very effective recently."

“So the emperor ordered me to increase the price and asked me to buy in large quantities. If you still have whatever little lady has there, you might as well give it to me.”

Shen Ningning thought for a moment: "Not much, just six pounds."

 “That’s great, I’ll pick it up tomorrow.”

“I’m going to the private school tomorrow. Then I’ll leave the aconite to my grandma, and you can just give the money to my grandma!”

 After the two of them had reached an agreement, the medicine shop owner took his leave.

Shen Ningning turned around and saw Aunt Liu and his wife apologizing to Uncle Deng's family.

“It’s all my fault. I didn’t do it lightly. I got into a fight with your wife, and the village chief fell down. I’m really sorry!”

Uncle Liu even said: "Let's pay for the money spent on medicine after the village chief."

Uncle Deng shook his head: "I know whose fault this is, and I don't blame you two."

Aunt Deng on the side came back to her senses: "Deng Jixiang, what do you mean? It's not their fault, is it my fault? My face is stained!"

Uncle Deng scolded: "You haven't finished yet, don't you think it's not enough? Dad is already lying on the bed, what else do you want?"

"You...you are just a loser! My wife was bullied and she didn't even say a single thing!" Aunt Deng started crying.

Just now she heard that the old village chief's injury was not serious, so she felt that she was at a disadvantage again.

That Aunt Liu was too cruel, and there were several red marks on her face.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Aunt Deng simply started beating Uncle Deng.

 At first, Uncle Deng did not fight back, gritting his teeth and letting her vent her anger.

Aunt Deng cried and cursed, saying that when she married him, she was very poor and had to rely on her natal family for subsidies.

He also said: "If I had listened to my family and married my cousin, I would have been blessed by now!"

 Uncle Deng couldn't bear it anymore.

Grabbed her wrist with one palm: "Okay! Since you feel aggrieved, let's go and make peace tomorrow!"

 The surrounding villagers were in an uproar. Even Aunt Deng was stunned and forgot to cry.

 “What did you say?”

“I said peace and separation. You have been so miserable in my house, so let’s separate without delaying your happiness!”

Aunt Deng stared with red eyes: "Deng Jixiang! When I wanted to marry you, my mother didn't agree. I really regret not listening to her."

 “Let’s make peace, don’t regret it!”

She threw away Uncle Deng, grabbed the frozen Deng Fugui and turned around to leave.

The villagers hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but they all said it was not possible.

But Aunt Deng didn’t listen to anyone, so she got on the bullock cart and left.

Shen Ningning looked at Uncle Deng. He looked tired and said he was fine, then returned to the yard.

 Those boxes of jewelry still sparkled under the sunlight.

I don’t know if it was because of changes in wealth that the villagers were embarrassed to take it anymore.

 Finally, Shen Ningning called Chen Ye and Granny Chen for help.

 The family packed three items and sent them door to door.

Shen Ningning also brought three good things to the crazy scholar: thick ink, purple hair pen, and a piece of satin.

 A lot of things happened in the village these days.

 But the crazy scholar seemed to be isolated from the world, immersed in the sea of ​​books.

 Even Shen Ningning told him that the reason for the reward was because the villagers helped the government capture the bandits.

The crazy scholar was stunned when he heard this: "Are there bandits in the village?" There was a look of helplessness on the little guy's fair face.

“I’ve been here before, but everything has been solved. Madam, you should be able to use all three of these things.”

“I think your clothes are very old. If you like this satin, I’ll ask Grandma Chen to cut some clothes for you.”

 She remembered that Granny Chen was skillful with her hands and was good at making female celebrities.

The crazy scholar just glanced at the cloth and then looked away without interest.

Rather, he held up the Zihao pen with great treasure and stroked it repeatedly.

 “It’s been a long time since I’ve used a pen like this.” He sighed, his eyes a bit worn.

“At the beginning, the Zihao pen was the worst kind in the family. My father and brother and I usually used the Hu pen, which is made of fine white goat hair. The pen barrel is made of jade and the ink can be picked up smoothly.”

 He looked out the window, but his eyes seemed to be looking at the past.

“At that time, we liked to compose poems under the window and appreciate each other’s taste. But now, these years have passed...” The father and brother who sat and discussed with him by the window that day have become nothing but loess.

Shen Ningning sat next to him, holding her chin with her small hands and blinking her big eyes brightly.

"Hu pen? How much silver is it? If I see it next time I go out on the street, I can buy one for you!"

“The asking price for one is anywhere from fifty taels, and it may be more expensive.”

 The little guy suddenly fell silent.

She coughed lightly and muttered in a soft voice: "Then... I will give it to you when I have more money."

 The mad master’s thin face showed a smile for the first time.

“Whether it’s a Zihao pen or not, for me now, whatever I use is a waste of treasure.”

 Seeing that it was getting late, Shen Ningning was ready to leave.

However, as soon as she turned around, the mad master grabbed her collar.

 “Don’t leave yet, you haven’t been here to study for a long time. Today you will learn two more lessons.”

Shen Ningning opened her watery eyes and lightly kicked her calf.

“Crazy madam, it’s so late today, why not try another day!” She also wanted to go home and eat the roast pork cooked by her grandma!

"If you listen carefully, you will be able to finish learning before the end of the day. A scholar must not forget about learning in one day. He must study hard all the time so that he can remember it firmly."

 As he spoke, he pressed Shen Ningning on the stool, picked up the book prepared for her, and started teaching.

In desperation, the little guy could only ask Lang Si to go home first and tell his grandma to avoid her worrying.

 The crazy scholar took an extremely serious attitude towards teaching her.

 His family was poor and did not have much lamp oil.

Usually when Shen Ningning is not around, he always reads in the yard, reading by the moonlight.

The little guy is here today, and he rarely lights the oil lamp.

 In order not to disappoint the crazy scholar, Shen Ningning also studied extremely seriously.

She was only four years old. She followed him and learned the knowledge that others only learned when they were seven or eight years old.

At midnight, the moonlight shone brightly on the mountain road.

The little guy hugged something, lay on the back of the Black Wolf King, and left the crazy scholar's house sleepily.

 The Black Wolf King expressed his dissatisfaction with howls along the way.

His little Ning Ning was taught this point when he was young!

Even if the crazy scholar is crazy himself, he still needs to take his children with him!

If Shen Ningning hadn't stopped him, he would have wanted to go up and give the crazy scholar a paw and knock him out.

 Shen Ningning fell asleep directly on the back of the Black Wolf King.

 When he got up the next day, the little guy's eyes were filled with tears and sleepiness.

Her chubby little hands rubbed her eyes, and she didn't seem to wake up, which made the Black Wolf King feel bad.

 It licked the little guy's hand and let her continue to sleep.

 “Ouch~” Don’t go to class.

Whoever dares to urge her to go to class will be eaten alive by it!

Shen Ningning sat up and said in a soft voice, "No, I still have to go."

 After a simple wash, Grandma Qin was still preparing delicacies for her to take to the private school.

Taking advantage of this time, Shen Ningning entered her own fairyland.

 She remembered that she had put Mo Changgong's jade in before, and planned to see what changes there were.

However, this time the little guy walked around the three main halls and even went to look inside the fence where the chickens and ducks were kept.

 There is nothing extra.

"Is Mo Changchong's jade bad? You won't eat it in the fairyland?" Shen Ningning muttered and thought.

She walked to the back hall with her little feet, wanting to see the fruit trees she had planted.

However, as soon as he opened the door, he was shocked by the sight in front of him.

  It’s so hot! The weather of 40 degrees is almost turning into dry porridge. Dear friends, please pay attention to avoid the heat, and give me a vote mua

 (End of this chapter)