Su Qiao directly pushed the long wooden box containing ginseng in front of the old man. "Grandpa, this ginseng is a precious medicinal material. Keep the milk well and put one or two slices in the soup every once in a while. You two will also replenish your health."
"As for the other medicines, they are not rare medicines. They can be found in the mountains and forests behind here."
"I was just thinking about something to see if I could make a living by making money. Now you don't know if you can go back to the mine. It's not a problem for a big family like us to have no income."
The old man opened the ginseng box, looked at it, closed it again, and pushed it to the center of the table:
"This ginseng was given to you by that lord, so just keep it! Grandpa and your body and bones are still strong, so there is no need for supplements."
The old lady opened her mouth, glanced at her husband, and finally closed her mouth.
Su Qiao picked up the box, stood up and stuffed it directly into the old lady's arms. "You better keep the milk!
Maybe you will need it sometime in the future, and besides, if you keep it here, I'm afraid it will be lost carelessly. "
Seeing that she refused to accept it, the old man nodded to his wife. "My granddaughter asked you to keep it, so you should keep it first!"
*
Beishan, Guyin Temple.
Yuan Wu returned to the quiet courtyard behind Guyin Temple with the rejected gift and one hundred taels of silver.
Xiao Liu saw him from a distance, walked over to him, and asked curiously, "How's it going? Did the fat girl take the money?"
Yuan Wu shook his head, turned around and pointed at the two people carrying things behind him.
Xiao Liu suddenly widened his eyes. "No?"
"How could that black girl...?" How could she not ask for money?
Didn't you say that the steward's family was extremely poor?
That day, I saw that the clothes on Little Ya's head and body were all patched. Could it be that he was dazzled and saw wrongly?
Yuan Wu pushed him away. "Don't block it, I still want to report to the master."
Xiao Liu Still couldn't believe it, he walked up to the two men following Lao Wu and opened one of the plates.
Ten big white flowers Silver Dollars sparkle in the sun.
"It turns out it was really confiscated."
Xiao Liu was lost for a moment, then quickly caught up with Lao Wu and entered the inner hall together.
"Master!"
On the Kang couch by the window, a man wearing a black robe with gold patterns was leaning against a huge white tiger.
White Tiger closed his eyes and lay on the kang, seeming to be taking a nap.
In front of the man is a pair of jade black and white chess pieces.
He was holding a black chess piece between his slender white fingers. He seemed to be thinking about where to put it, without even raising his head. "How's it going?"
Yuan Wu was silent for a moment. "According to Manager Su, I was frightened."
Feng Han put the chess piece in his hand and raised his head. "Scared?"
Oh, that calm and calm look in the mine, as if he was frightened?
"In addition to being frightened, Miss Su also suffered from external injuries."
Xiao Wu cannot deny this.
The scratch on his arm was nothing to a man, but to a weak woman, it was indeed serious.
"Trauma?"
Feng Han frowned slightly, and the scene of the two escaping from the coal mine came to mind.
At that time, there were indeed blood stains on her clothes and hands, but at first, he thought that the blood was from the little steward on her shoulders.
He was also deceived by the way she was calm and running while carrying a person on her shoulders, so he naturally thought that she was not injured.
"My subordinate has personally seen it. There are just some scratches on the arm, leaving some small scars at most. It's nothing serious."
A country Little Ya head film, even if the skin is bruised, there is no big problem.