"Master, this ......"

Meng Qing suddenly took out a tael of silver and gave it to her, and Jiang Qingling was stunned for a moment.

Even if you make money, you don't have to give her money suddenly.

After all, she has already earned a lot of money from the hospital, and basically every patient she sees has paid for her consultation.

"Okay, take the money. Subsidies to subsidize the family, I see that you have lost a lot of weight recently, this is not good. Take this money and buy more food, and you will have to fill your stomach. ”

In winter, grain prices have risen again.

Yesterday he had heard that a village had starved to death.

Jiang Qinglime, who was interrupted by Meng Qing, wanted to say that her family's food was enough to eat, but seeing that Meng Qing forcefully stuffed the silver into her hand, she couldn't say anything.

He smiled at Meng Qing, "Thank you, Master." ”

"What's so thankful for this, it's not early, you can leave quickly. I saw that the day was gloomy, as if it was going to snow. If it snows heavily tomorrow, you won't have to use it. ”

Meng Qing listened to Jiang Qinglime's thanks, waved his hand with a big grin, and then glanced out of the door, and he explained Jiang Qinglime two sentences.

After Jiang Qingling heard this, he also glanced outside the door and nodded.

After a brief cleanup, Jiang Qinglime left the Chunhe Medical Center. As soon as she went out, she wrapped her clothes tightly and wrapped the turban she was carrying around her head.

It was cold on this day, and when the wind blew, it seemed to blow through her clothes.

It's so cold!

Is it really going to snow?

"Fourth aunt, Uncle Meng."

Jiang Qinglime came to the gate of the north of the city, first met with Meng Guangshan, and after waiting for a while, Yang Yunfeng came.

"Let's go quickly, you see your fourth aunt is frozen."

As soon as he saw Yang Yunfeng coming, Meng Guangshan greeted him.

Then he pointed at Jiang Qinglime and shouted Yang Yunfeng to hurry up. With a smile on his face, he teased Jiang Qinglime.

Jiang Qinglime is really afraid of the cold, her nose is red now, she holds her arms, she doesn't say anything, she looks at Yang Yunfeng, and walks in front first.

As I walked, the wind blew stronger and stronger.

Halfway through, Jiang Qinglime tightened the headscarf wrapped around her head several times.

"Fourth aunt, don't worry, let's just walk slowly."

The wind was strong and it was dark, and Jiang Qinglime was in a hurry.

But the more urgent, the more difficult the road becomes.

Seeing this, Yang Yunfeng shouted Jiang Qinglime, and Jiang Qinglime slowed down, but before he could go far, the three of them trotted up.

There was no snow in the sky, but ice fell in a dripping manner.

Soybean-sized ice is also a little painful to smash on your body.

The three of them were worried that the ice would get bigger and bigger, and then it rained and ran faster and faster. When they got home, the hail didn't come down, and all three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Rest for a while, let's make dinner again, I'm not hungry yet."

What is the weather outside, Yang Yanwen, who is in the house, knows very well that he has been worried about Jiang Qinglime since the sky was cloudy. Now that he saw the people coming back, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But seeing this cold day, she was sweating all over, and he began to feel distressed again.

Looking at Jiang Qinglime, he beckoned to her.

Jiang Qingling walked towards him, and as soon as he got close to him, his hand was held by Yang Yanwen.

"That hand."

My hands were cold.

Yang Yanwen's heart was sour, he looked at Jiang Qinglime's hand, and said. Seeing Jiang Lime stretch out his hand, his hands wrapped Jiang Qinglime's hands.