Cheng You felt happy after scolding Cheng Tao. She didn't care how angry Wang Hongxia was, and left like a cat that had stolen some fish, content.
This left Cheng Tao, with a gloomy expression, and Zhao Yunlin.
Wang Hongxia couldn't hold back and cursed her again.
Cheng Tao, with her belly protruding, cried and ran back to her mother's home, seeking Song Yulian's comfort.
But Song Yulian couldn't help with anything other than crying.
"Mom, let's beg my uncle."
The "uncle" Cheng Tao referred to was not a member of the old Cheng family, but Song Yulian's previous in-laws.
Before she changed her surname, she was Yang Tao, a member of the old Yang family.
Song Yulian looked troubled. She let go of Cheng Tao's hand and hesitated, "They won't help us."
Everyone saw how she struggled to raise Cheng Tao alone after becoming a widow, with no help from her in-laws.
The old Yang family had never responded.
One reason was that they all lived in the commune, and another was that they disdained to argue with a mere woman like her.
Only she knew the inside story.
"After my father died, they stopped caring about me, but I am a child of the old Yang family after all. Why shouldn't they care! I didn't care before, and I didn't bother with them. Now that I'm in trouble, how can they watch me suffer?"
Cheng Tao had some resentment in her heart before, but only after she knew her biological father was Cheng Tianhua did she feel at ease.
However, very few people knew that she was Cheng Tianhua's daughter. In everyone's eyes, she was the bloodline of the old Yang family.
In consideration of blood ties, asking them for help was not too much, right?
"Mom, please help me. If you don't help me, Cheng You will drive me to death."
Looking at Cheng Tao's pleading eyes, Song Yulian couldn't resist and softened.
She only had this one daughter, what else could she do?
"Okay, Mom will think of a way for you."
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Busy every day in the pharmacy, time flew by until July.
Even sitting still, Cheng You felt hot. The weather was truly annoying.
As the weather got hotter, her heat-relief medicine became useful.
Cheng You pondered for a while and finally decided to make it with rhubarb, dried ginger, camphor, and a few other medicinal herbs.
She custom-ordered a batch of small glass jars, each containing a single dose.
It was the busy farming season, so before sending it to the health center, Cheng You first tested it on the villagers.
Peppermint oil dispelled wind and cleared heat, and rhubarb cleared heat and relieved summer heat. The effect was indeed good.
In the past, some people suffering from heatstroke would vomit and diarrhea, with persistent high fever. Uncle Li was powerless and could only send them to the health center for IV drips.
Now it was much more convenient.
"Send a batch to the health center, and go to Qili Village to check on the medicinal herbs."
It was hot now, and the medicinal herbs Cheng You planted were all wilting.
She suspected it was similar in Qili Village.
Cheng You responded, put on her hat, and walked out, carrying the heat-relief medicine.
Qi Chengyan no longer drove the tractor. He was usually not busy in the village and mostly helped Cheng You.
Zhao Yunlin had mocked him before: "Living off a woman, useless."
Cheng You still remembered Qi Chengyan's expression. He was not ashamed but proud, and casually said, "I'm willing."
Cheng You felt a little guilty. Qi Chengyan had given her bonds worth tens of thousands of yuan.
She didn't need to support him at all.
However, she proudly said, "I'm willing."
"Get on."
Cheng You sat in the back holding the heat-relief medicine. Seeing that he had forgotten to wear a hat, she quickly said, "It's too sunny, here's my hat for you."
Qi Chengyan pushed her hand away and said, "No need, wear it properly."
Cheng You adjusted her hat and pouted, "Qi Chengyan, do you know what I liked about you at first?"
"What?" he asked, a smile on his lips.
Cheng You hugged his waist and rubbed her face against his firm, broad back.
"Your face." And your body.
Then, Cheng You fiercely pinched his waist.
It was hard, and her hand hurt from pinching.
"What if you become ugly?"
Qi Chengyan freed one hand and held her small hands that were causing trouble at his waist.
"Don't move around."
Cheng You struggled her small hands for a moment, but he held on too tightly, so she gave up. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"I won't move anymore, focus on riding the bicycle."
Qi Chengyan returned to the previous topic: "If I become ugly, you won't like me anymore?"
Cheng You leaned against his back, frowning with a conflicted expression, "It's just annoying, what if I still like you even if you become ugly?"
Qi Chengyan's brow relaxed, and a smile appeared in his eyes. He released her hand.
Cheng You reached over his waist and felt his abdominal muscles.
She praised him inwardly, even without a handsome face, he still had a good physique.
Qi Chengyan sighed helplessly, "Youyou."
Cheng You stuck out her tongue and sheepishly withdrew her hand.
"Alright, alright, I won't touch you anymore."
After a moment of silence, Cheng You became bored.
Immediately after, the bicycle stopped.
Cheng You hugged his waist and looked forward, "What's wrong?"
Qi Chengyan tilted his chin forward. A person was lying on the ground ahead, with a crooked bicycle next to him.
The two quickly got off the bicycle and walked forward.
"Uncle, are you alright?"
His lips were pale, and he was still somewhat conscious.
"Chengyan, we're almost at Qili Village, let's take him back to Grandpa's house."
Qi Chengyan nodded and effortlessly lifted the man, placing him on the back of the bicycle.
They took him back to Qili Village to rest.
Old Mr. Jiang looked at the man's face and was surprised, "Director Yang?"
Cheng You asked, "Grandpa, do you know him?"
"Put him down quickly, he's the director of the county health bureau."
Old Mr. Jiang asked for a chair, and Qi Chengyan helped the man to it.
Cheng You took out a jar of heat-relief medicine and gave it to him.
After resting for a while, the man almost fully regained consciousness.
"Director Yang, are you alright?" Old Mr. Jiang asked.
Yang Yunnian opened his eyes, his vision focused, and he recognized the old man's face.
"Old Branch Secretary Jiang, how did I get here?"
The old man said, "My granddaughter saw you on the road and brought you back. It's too hot, you must have suffered from heatstroke."
Yang Yunnian gave a bitter smile, "I'm getting old, I can faint just by going out. I'm useless. Thank you, young lady."
There was still some medicine taste in his mouth, indicating they had given him medicine.
Cheng You waved her hand, "It was just a small thing. Grandpa, I want to go see the medicinal herbs."
Old Mr. Jiang said, "I'll stay here with Director Yang. Let your eldest uncle take you."
Yang Yunnian heard the word "medicinal herbs" and was somewhat interested, asking, "Old Branch Secretary, your village grows medicinal herbs?"
Now that collective sidelines were encouraged, many villages were developing them.
But farmers, after all, couldn't leave the land.
The old man nodded, "My granddaughter learned from a barefoot doctor and is learning to make medicine herself. She dragged us along to grow medicinal herbs. It's just small-scale stuff, nothing significant."
He appeared modest, but his expression and tone were quite proud.