"Dad, money is something outside the body, and relatives are the most precious in this world."

Seeing that the sky was slowly darkening, Xia Mujin didn't dare to delay, while enlightening his father, he put the medicine and bamboo basket away, and then raised his chin and stretched out his hand to Su Yanchu, who was stunned on the side.

"No, how can I contact you next time I ask you for help?" Su Yanchu made a lot of money today, and he happily handed two silver tickets of ten taels to Xia Mujian, looked at him, and asked with a smile.

"Damiao Village, Xia Mu Hibiscus, but next time it won't be so cheap." Xia Mujin accepted the silver ticket, put it away very carefully, and replied a little carelessly.

"Jin'er, it's time for us to go back, the family will be worried." Xia Forest looked at the cart full of medicine bags, his heart ached, but he also secretly scolded himself for being incompetent, and looked at the sky, urging Xia Mujian.

Xia Mujin replied and came, but stood in place and stretched his neck to look at the door of the restaurant, and finally said with some disappointment:

"Thank him for that help."

After speaking, he bowed to Su Yanchu before trotting to catch up with his father's pace.

Xia Mujin was not in a hurry to go back, but asked Xia Linlin to take her to Li Dazhong, asked him to add a few flavors of medicine to the recipe of Langzhong in the village for his mother and brother, and asked him to prescribe some fetal medicine, and paid the money before leaving.

Along the way, Xia Forest pulled the reins of the cart with his shoulder, and Xia Mujin took a thick branch to help behind him, because he didn't have the heavy firewood when he came, and he ate some scallion pancakes to cushion the bottom, and he didn't have so much difficulty walking up, so he was naturally much faster than when he came.

"Woo woo grandpa, I'm so hungry that I can't walk."

At dusk, the sunset pulls the figure of an old man and a young man very long, the old man is full of white hair, wearing a rag summer shirt, with his back bent, and a deformed flat pole on his shoulders, and two discolored bamboo baskets hanging at both ends of the flat pole, are hobbling forward.

And beside him was a three-year-old boy, a small face was black and dirty, and it was estimated that the clothes of adults were changed from small, and the boy touched his shriveled stomach with one hand, looked at the old man very sensibly, and spoke out aggrieved.

"Little girl, there are still a few miles to get home, grandma must have made a bran cake, and she will eat it when she gets home." The old man wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and the old man's voice carried a hint of helplessness, and his calloused hands touched the little boy's head lovingly, and comforted him with a gasp.

"Grandpa, why is there no one to sell our broad beans?" The little boy didn't cry when he heard his grandfather's words, but asked simply and confusedly.

But the old man only sighed, and did not answer for a long time.

Xia Mujian's eyes were hot for no reason, he lowered his head and wiped away the tears that welled up in his eyes with his hands, trotted over, looked at the broad beans in the uncle's basket and asked, "Uncle, how did you sell these broad beans?" ”

"Eh, six cents a pound girl, you, you want to buy broad beans?" When the uncle heard that someone wanted to buy broad beans, he was overjoyed, but when he saw Xia Mujian's dress, he asked with some hesitation.

"Yes, uncle, I want all your broad beans." Xia Mujin knew his doubts, and smiled happily at that time.