General, your wife has gone to deliver another calf for your horse.

Chapter 155 Xuan Ting: No one has ever treated him like this before.
Ping'er: "Grandpa Jing disappeared early this morning. Don't worry about him, Nuan. He will definitely come back when it's time to eat."

As she spoke, she frowned and looked at Jiang Nuanzhi: "You should hurry up and get some sleep. Taking care of your own health is the most important thing!"

"Okay." Jiang Nuanzhi didn't refuse and took off her shoes before getting onto the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed).

"I've fed Xuan Ting, and he'll sleep here for a while. The ribs should stew for a bit longer; keep an eye on the fire, and we can stop cooking them after another fifteen minutes. It's time for you all to eat too."

Ping'er nodded: "Don't worry, Xiao Er is keeping an eye on things."

Jiang Nuanzhi nodded, took the bowl, blew on the porridge to cool it down, and fed it to Xiao Xuanting.

Xiao Xuanting subconsciously took a bite from Jiang Nuanzhi's hand, and his gaze involuntarily fell on Jiang Nuanzhi's face, only then realizing that Aunt Nuanzhi had dark circles under her eyes.

She seemed to have lost some weight; the clothes that fit her before were now much looser on her.

Around him were plates of strong liquor, in which many silver needles were soaking. There were also unburnt candles nearby. Xiao Xuanting glanced at his hands; the tiny wounds from the silver needles were densely packed.

He had seen Aunt Nuan give acupuncture to his uncle. Each acupuncture session took a long time, and Aunt Nuan was often so busy that she was covered in sweat. After finishing, she would always rub her waist and move around for a while.

Did I also cause Aunt Nuan trouble?

Xuan Ting found it novel; apart from his servants, no one had ever treated him like this before.

He is never short of people; whenever he needs them, there are always people around him.

But they were all lackeys. And they took turns guarding him; every time he slept, the people around him were always a different group.

The imperial physicians of the Imperial Medical Academy were also assigned to treat patients when they fell ill.

Everyone performed their duties, treating him with utmost care as if he were a precious object.

No one would be like Aunt Nuan.

He had seen his younger sister sick. The Imperial Concubine held his younger sister in her arms, gently coaxing her to take her medicine and slowly feeding her porridge, while softly singing a lullaby. He had never heard it before, but he remembered it as being particularly beautiful.

In a daze, he found the porridge quite delicious. It tasted better than any food he had eaten before.

"Is it good? I spent some time shredding the cooked chicken into thin strips and simmering it for almost half a day until the chicken strips were practically falling apart. Xiao Baozhu and the others love it." Jiang Nuanzhi said with a smile as she fed him the porridge.

"It's delicious." Xuan Ting nodded, secretly clenching his little fist, and obediently drank the porridge one spoonful after another.

His eyes were fixed on Jiang Nuanzhi, as if he was afraid she would run away at any moment.

Jiang Nuanzhi found it amusing: "Why are you staring at Aunt Nuan like that? Is there something you want to say?"

Xuan Ting shook his head slightly: "Aunt Nuan looks good."

Jiang Nuanzhi smiled and tapped his forehead: "You're good at coaxing people."

"Auntie Nuan, why don't you lie down and get some sleep too?"

Xuan Ting looked at Jiang Nuanzhi with some anticipation.

Jiang Nuanzhi put down the empty bowl, picked up another bowl, and looked down to see Xiao Baozhu blinking her big eyes at her.

He couldn't help but feed her the porridge, asking, "Baozhu, do you want some too?"

“Baozhu won’t eat it, Mother will.”

As Baozhu spoke, she nudged Jiang Nuanzhi's hand with her little hand: "Mother, eat more."

Jiang Nuanzhi drank the bowl of porridge under the watchful eyes of the two children.

Sure enough, after finishing the warm chicken porridge, Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't help but yawn.

Looking down, she saw Baozhu still staring at her, and pulled her daughter into her arms. She said with a grin, "Stay with Mommy for a while."

Baozhu nodded vigorously. She wasn't sleepy at all; just lying there with her mother was enough. She had once thought her mother wouldn't come back. Thankfully, her brother hadn't lied to her; her mother really had returned, bringing Grandpa Xin with her.

Father said that Mother must have suffered a lot.

She was told not to disturb her mother, but she really missed her mother so much and didn't want to be separated from her at all.

Seeing Jiang Nuanzhi sleeping with her eyes closed, her eyes even seemed to be shining.

She carefully helped her mother tidy up her soft, long hair.

Jiang Nuanzhi was truly exhausted, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Baozhu, who wasn't sleepy at first, soon started yawning and fell asleep nestled in her arms.

Xiao Xuanting had been watching the mother and daughter, and only after they both fell asleep did he finally move closer to Jiang Nuanzhi.

Moving slightly caused him excruciating pain from his wound, making him grimace, but he still managed to shift his position.

He moved closer and tried to secretly grab Jiang Nuanzhi's sleeve, but Jiang Nuanzhi moved her wrist unintentionally while sleeping, and Xuan Ting's hand grasped nothing.

Xuan Ting froze, as if he'd been caught stealing something. He didn't move again, but his gaze remained fixed on Xiao Baozhu, who was being held tightly in Jiang Nuanzhi's arms, his eyes filled with envy.

Jiang Nuanzhi slept very soundly. When she woke up again, it was completely dark, and she could faintly hear the chirping of insects. The moon hung high in the sky. It was clearly the middle of the night.

I got up and looked around; the children had already squeezed together to sleep.

Because there weren't many blankets, Ping'er and Xiao Er were only covered with thin clothes. They both curled up and went to sleep.

Jiang Nuanzhi quietly turned the quilt sideways and covered Baozhu and the two of them.

Seeing the waiter's tightly furrowed brows relax, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.

She reached out and touched Xiao Xuanting's head again. The child did not have a fever today and his temperature was normal, so she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Having slept long enough, she found it difficult to fall back asleep, so she tiptoed out of the house.

He hunched over to start a fire, sat on a small stool to boil water, and looked up at the starry sky.

I can't help but think back to my childhood, when there weren't so many tall buildings yet. The moon was bright, the spring water was cool, and the sounds of crickets, cicadas, and frogs were very clear.

She also used to sit by the window at night and play with the puppy, waiting for her parents to return from the busy farm work.

But such beautiful memories were few and far between. Later, she lost her father and was left behind in the rainy amusement park by her mother.

Later, as high-rise buildings rose, what you saw when you looked up was no longer the stars, but the lights of thousands of homes.

She had dreamed that one day, among all those lights in the city, one of them would be hers. Unfortunately, as a veterinarian, she earned three or five hundred yuan for each cow calf delivery. That wasn't enough to even reach the threshold. Actually, she didn't earn a small amount, but she spent a lot, and before she transmigrated, she hadn't saved enough for a down payment.

Looking at this small, fenced-off courtyard now, it may be a bit dilapidated and simple, but it's still quite pleasing. At least this place is hers, and she can do whatever she wants with it.

Now that Xinbo has been brought back, a huge weight has been lifted from Jiang Nuanzhi's heart. Although it cost a lot of money, he's perfectly fine, which is better than anything else.

Thinking this, he took out all the remaining silver coins from his pocket.

She bought some things for the children in Canglin City, along with this donkey cart, and now she only had a little loose silver left. A little over six taels but less than seven taels.

Young Master Lü must have had some incredible luck; he sold Li Rong's calligraphy for fifty taels of silver, and the banknotes are still in her possession. After deducting the forty taels she borrowed from Young Master Lü, she now has a little over sixteen taels left. More than enough to support her household. However, it's still not enough to build her a house she'd like.

"What are you thinking about?"

Just as Jiang Nuanzhi was engrossed in her thoughts, she suddenly heard a voice behind her, which startled her greatly.

She turned around and met a pair of cool eyes looking at her through the window.

(End of this chapter)