Zhou Zhengyi kept the age of thirty in the Chinese New Year's Eve, and without much rest, he let people set up a car and waited outside the palace gate early. At the beginning of the new year, the official road outside the palace gate is overcrowded, and only by going to occupy a position early will you not wait too long outside.

After the congratulations, he followed to the temple to watch the saint worship the ancestors. His legs and feet are inconvenient, the road into the palace is a bit long for him, he has been standing in the ice and snow for a long time, he has been gritting his teeth and enduring, as soon as he returns home, he lies down and can't move, and he wants to pretend that it's okay to let his wife not be startled.

Mrs. Zhou was so anxious that she hurriedly asked people to ask for a doctor.

Doctor Niu, who is good at traumatology, came twice in a row, and after two days of tossing and turning with ginseng soup and acupuncture, Zhou Zhengyi finally eased up. When people wake up, they just don't have the strength, and they don't even think about going out. He handed over a post to the mansion of the major people and gave a gift, only saying that he was ill and was afraid that he would be sick and could not go to the mansion to worship He Yunyun in person.

Mrs. Zhou doesn't have to go out to visit with her husband, she is happy to only accompany Zhou Zhengyi at home, and if there are officials who come to visit, she is responsible for entertaining the female relatives and accompanying her to talk.

The relatives of the mother-in-law's family are far away in Tanzhou Mansion, and in the winter, the correspondence is longer than usual, and Mrs. Zhou's attention is focused on her husband and children.

The second son, Zhou Zimao, took advantage of the Chinese New Year, and Taixue's classmates, busy contacting feelings, and went to visit the teacher together, not at home all day, only the money on her body was not enough, so she smiled and came to Mrs. Zhou to stretch out her hand, she couldn't manage it if she wanted to, and she had to snicker if she could say a few words to her son.

Daughter Zhou Ziyao was born to observe words and emotions and please her elders, and soon opened up a social world in Chang'an City. Zhou Zhengyi's colleagues brought their female relatives to visit, and they would also bring their own girls, Zhou Ziyao can handle the feelings between girls of the same age very well, which is even better than her mother.

She doesn't have to worry about her son and daughter, and the only thing that can make Mrs. Zhou worry is Zhou Zhengyi's injury and illness.

Inviting the imperial doctor into the house during the New Year, this unlucky omen made Mrs. Zhou feel very unhappy.

But Zhou Zhengyi couldn't move, it wasn't something that could be recovered by lying down and sleeping and drinking a bowl of hot soup, Mrs. Zhou endured her unhappiness and went to ask for a doctor, and she thought that the servants at home were clumsy and not meticulous, for fear that if someone accidentally said something unlucky, then she didn't have to spend this year and served Zhou Zhengyi in person.

Finally, I waited for the master to sit up, walk around on the ground, and have to hold on to the smiling face to entertain the visiting guests. Mrs. Zhou accompanied her for a day, she was restless, and everyone in and out of her words was worried about Zhou Zhengyi, and those subordinates were embarrassed to sit more, so they came happily and left in a hurry.

Zhou Zhengyi was a little unhappy, the men's affairs, the women's family did not help to play the round, and they were still trying to find a way to drive the guests away, this is the demolition of their own platform, so he scolded Mrs. Zhou a few words.

Mrs. Zhou was bored, and remembered Zhou Zhengyi's words, she couldn't spit out her bitterness with the maids around her like before, and she felt so aggrieved in her heart, and she just wanted to find someone to vomit it as soon as possible.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Mrs. Zhou couldn't hold it back any longer, so she sent someone to Ma Langzhong's house early in the morning to deliver the post, brought the housekeeper to prepare the festival gift for her, and then went out with her.

After thinking about it, only Ma Langzhong's finger injury could give her an excuse to visit Mrs. Ma logically.

"Mrs. Zhou, please take a seat!" Mrs. Ma received her with a smile: "It should be that we went to visit Lord Zhou in the house, but you came here in person, we really can't afford it." ”

Mrs. Zhou didn't care, she didn't know how to be polite, but she was still very useful to Mrs. Ma's words: "Mrs. Ma, may I ask about Lord Ma's injury, is it okay?" ”

Mrs. Ma smiled and her eyes narrowed into slits: "Okay, okay!" ”

Mrs. Zhou's eyes widened in surprise: "Really? All right? "Zhou Zhengyi has been sick for two days and still hasn't gotten better!

Mrs. Ma said with a smile: "There is still a little bit of scar, but there is no redness and swelling when I look at it, and my family adults don't cry out in pain, but they don't dare to take things in their hands." "Her family just likes to pretend to be sick, and likes to let her say nice things and coax her.

Mrs. Zhou was really surprised, she also cut the skin and flesh when she was doing needlework, the wound was difficult to heal, if there was rust on the scissors, the fingers would suppurate, and the pain would be so painful that it would die of pain, even if it was cured, it would leave an ugly scar: "It seems that Jin'er's wound medicine is really first-class!" ”

Mrs. Ma nodded again and again: "Yes, my lord said that he was a blessing in disguise, and he didn't invite the imperial doctor to come to the door this time." ”

Mrs. Zhou was even more surprised: "You don't even need to invite the imperial doctor?" Don't you need to change dressings? Or did Jin'er from the Xinglin Pavilion send medicine again? ”

Mrs. Ma covered her mouth and laughed for a while, before she said, "My Master Ma went to the Xinglin Pavilion again and asked Jin'er to change the medicine." ”

It turned out that Ma Qingfeng returned home, thinking that Zhang Jinwen would be fine the next day, so he didn't say anything about his injury, so he didn't go to the doctor. When he got up the next morning, although his fingers were still very painful, he had a strong feeling that the wound would definitely not worsen, and his heart was very steady and calm, so he asked Mrs. Ma to change his dressing.

Ma Qingfeng waited for Mrs. Ma to remove the strip of cloth, but there was no expected pain, and he had the courage to look back. This look startled him.

Not only was the wound not as red, swollen and suppurative as expected, but it was also not as unsightly as expected.

Ma Qingfeng was bold, approached the wound and looked left and right, only to feel that the wound was treated a few points higher than the level of his grafted flowers and trees. After immediately sending his entourage to the Xinglin Pavilion to ask, he took Mrs. Ma with him, and on the day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, he ran to the Xinglin Pavilion to change the medicine.

Zhang Jinwen not only changed the dressing, but also entertained two bowls of pigeon gastrodia stew.

Treat Ma Qingfeng like a child, on the way home, he happily planned to buy a wrench, wearing a jade wrench to point to the door, not only will not let people find out that he is injured, but also look like he is very stylish, both civil and military.

Mrs. Ma briefly said what had happened, and Mrs. Zhou giggled when she heard it: "Master Ma is really funny, my lord has a lot of jade wrenches, I will go back and talk to my lord and send a few to Master Ma." She couldn't wait to see Ma Langzhong's wound with her own eyes, go back to deal with Zhou Zhengyi, and save a little face for herself.

Mrs. Ma smiled: "Mrs. Zhou, my grandson has already said that I will go to your mansion to visit Lord Zhou tomorrow. I'll send someone to Mrs. Chen to ask if Mrs. Chen will also visit your house tomorrow, and let's have a good chat. ”

Mrs. Zhou was hoping that Mrs. Ma and Mrs. Chen would come over together: "Okay, okay, come on." My lord is still thinking about Master Ma's injury, and he can't help it. ”

Mrs. Ma smiled: "Then it's decided." ”

"Okay, leave me." Mrs. Zhou stood up, she had to hurry back and let people prepare the meal, and it would be best if she could leave her cousin and Mrs. Ma to eat together.

She has to be a hospitable and helpful helper.