"Childe, please save my mother! My mother she is not, is not. The young woman's tears flowed uncontrollably, and her white and slender fingertips grabbed the corners of Meng Qiao's clothes.

"Your mother, she is not dead, but her breathing is very weak." The woman said calmly.

Now the woman had lost a lot of blood, and sure enough, as she had heard, it was really a difficult birth!

In modern times, blood transfusions would have been possible, but now the conditions are too difficult.

"Which of you has ginseng! Save someone's life, I'm here to thank you! Meng Qiao's face was embarrassed, and he felt very uncomfortable, so he got up and rushed out.

"Liuzi, what's going on up front?" A richly decorated carriage was blocked here, and a big bony hand opened the curtain and looked out, but there were too many men and women in front of him to see what was going on.

"Master, wait a minute, the slave will go and see." The man sitting in front hurriedly got out of the carriage and went to investigate, and quickly poured into the crowd.

"The aunt inside has a difficult birth, and she urgently needs good ginseng to hang her life, everyone is okay, help her!" The nimble little body wandered through the crowd and shouted loudly.

"Master, it turns out that there was a woman in front of me who suddenly wanted to give birth, and the people surrounded it with sheets, so this road was blocked." The man quickly ran back to report.

"Got it, there's a thousand-year-old ginseng on the wagon, go and send it to him." The man stretched out his hand, and the attendant followed his gaze, and a thin teenager was looking around helplessly.

"Yes!" The attendant swallowed the words of objection stiffly, took the thousand-year-old ginseng from the carriage and hurriedly walked towards Meng Qiao's side.

"This is what our master gave you." The man's entourage held the precious ginseng in his hand, and the woman looked at it and was a little surprised.

Meng Qiao trembled and took the thousand-year-old ginseng, and saw an incomparably gorgeous carriage in the direction of the entourage's departure.

Time was pressing, and she didn't have time to look at it before she hurried back.

Meng Qiao called for a knife, sliced the ginseng neatly, and forced the woman to take it in her mouth.

Now that there are no silver needles, Meng Qiao had an idea to ask for a few soybean grains from an aunt, and kept pressing them on the acupuncture points with his fingers, and after a while, the woman finally became conscious.

"Auntie, you must hold on! You still have a baby in your belly, hold on! ”

The woman nodded, and then began to adjust her breathing according to Meng Qiao's instructions.

"Wow!" The streets were jammed, and I don't know how long it was, when a loud baby cry broke the noise.

"It's a big fat boy! Congratulations! After Meng Qiao handled the qiē, he carefully held the newborn doll.

"Thank you, Childe!" The young woman was so happy that she almost turned her back on her breath, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Meng Qiao.

"Hurry up." Meng Qiao handed the child to her, and the woman didn't seem to be very old, she seemed to be fifteen or sixteen years old, and she couldn't hold the child yet.

"Madame, Miss!" A shout came from not far away, and Meng Qiao knew that it must have been their family looking for it.

The woman had fainted after giving birth, but it was fine. Meng Qiao squeezed out of the crowd dirty, and was immediately surrounded by a group of aunts and sisters-in-law.

"What are you?" Meng Qiao coughed lightly, this battle was too scary.

"Childe, we just misunderstood you, I'm really sorry." The sturdy woman who pushed Meng Qiao not long ago smiled, her face full of guilt.

"It's okay, it's all over." Meng Qiao pursed his lips and smiled, waving his hand again and again.

The women all got out of the way, and an elderly lady got a basin of water out of nowhere, Meng Qiao looked at her gratefully and quickly cleaned herself.

Meng Qiao looked up, the crowd had not dispersed, and the gorgeous carriage had not yet been squeezed out.

"Thank you for the ginseng." Meng Qiao bit her lip, she was shy now, otherwise she should have given the money. It was the first time she had seen such good ginseng, and it must be very expensive.

"No need to say thank you, saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, it should be." The attendant reached out and lifted the curtain, and the man got out of the carriage.

The man's facial features are as handsome as a knife, his eyes are like autumn waves, and his body is like a jade tree, what a handsome and beautiful man!

"I didn't expect this brother to give birth, you got married?" The man had been sitting in the carriage, and he had listened to the things outside, and he was surprised and admired him at the same time.

"I, no."

Haven't eaten pork or seen a pig run?

His question was too abrupt, and Meng Qiao was stunned for a moment, and a blush appeared on his face.

In ancient times, women gave birth to children with special stable women, and if it was not life-threatening, they rarely invited Langzhong.

"Don't know what to call it?" The man's eyes lit up, and his retinue stood bent to the side.

"My name is Meng Qiao, what about you?" The sun is in full bloom, shining on the young man's body without hesitation, his face is like a peach petal, his eyebrows are like ink paintings, and he is as if he came out of a painting.

"Bold!" The guard who had been standing aside suddenly shouted loudly, and Meng Qiao couldn't help but shudder and was taken aback.

Yadi, if you look at the old lady again, you will gouge out your eyes!

Meng Qiao glared back at him, he was still standing there just now, and he didn't want to shout or say hello.

"Stand down!" The man drank very unhappily, and the entourage quickly retreated, and was drenched in cold sweat in an instant.

"My name is Wei Ling." The man smiled.

"That's a good name, huh? Is this yours? A crisp sound suddenly sounded in his ears, and Meng Qiao looked down to see that a jade pendant holding a gold rim was lying on the ground obediently, looking particularly dazzling under the scorching sun.

Meng Qiao reached out and picked it up, and he was the closest to him.

The woman reached out and handed it over, but he didn't take it.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Very valuable things, but the man said very lightly, Meng Qiao was stunned for a moment, and waved his hand again and again.

"No, no, no, let's meet in Pingshui, how can I accept such a valuable thing? Your ginseng saved that aunt's life, and I am very grateful to you. I wanted to give you silver, but. Meng Qiao swallowed the next words, and the more he spoke, the more embarrassed he became.

"It's okay, it's useless for me to keep it, it has real value for those who really need it."

Meng Qiao pursed his lips and smiled, casting an appreciative look.

"Brother Wei still has something to do, don't bother for now, there will be a period later." The people in front of you have dispersed, and there must be something to do when you go out in a carriage, right?

"Good!" The man nodded, and got into the carriage with some reluctance. His retinue followed and sat at the front of the carriage.

Pan Xiaomei must be in a hurry, and she really wants to know if Pan Sheng has gone back.

Meng Qiao didn't delay any longer, and hurriedly walked towards Pan's house.

"Little sister, are you very lonely at home, or I'll accompany you here?"

"What are you doing?"

Pan Xiaomei just put the zongzi into the pot to cook, and she was still thinking about what Meng Qiao said at that time, maybe they will all come back today!

Just as she was adding wood to the stove, a pair of calloused hands suddenly grabbed her from behind, and the obscene words suddenly spat out in her ears, and before he could move his hand up, he suddenly knocked off the hand he was happing with.

"You're my brother's friend, so I respect you, be careful I call someone!" The woman excitedly pulled out a wooden stick from the stove with fire on it, and waved it at the man with trembling hands.

The man smiled thiefly, "I like a little pepper like you, you call people, just shout, I'll see who I can call." ”

Pan Xiaomei knew that things were not good, so she hit him with a stick in both hands, and the man's arm was very thick, and he snatched the stick without any effort.

"Someone! Help me! ”

The woman felt a tingling in the flesh of her palm, and it must have been a wooden thorn from the firewood that had pierced it. But now I can't take care of those, this place is very remote, Pan Xiaomei looked around, screaming helplessly.

The man turned a deaf ear and threw himself at her with a fierce look in his eyes!