After wearing it: I traded a pig for a man.

Should the dressing be changed every three days?

Fu Zhong pursed his lips tightly, an unbelievable thought popping into his mind.

Didn't his daughter tell Granny Yang that the last dose of medicine should be divided into three portions and changed once a day when he went to the mountain to collect herbs last time?

The more I thought about it, the more likely it seemed, but things had already come to this point, and it was too late to say anything.

Fu Zhongxin's heart sank. He stopped arguing with Granny Yang and went straight to the village head, saying that the best solution was for him to make the decision.

"Village head, I'm new to this village and I really didn't know they would renege on their debts. If I had known, I would never have treated Song Minglang. Village head, please do me justice. You should at least give me half of the medical expenses."

The villagers already knew what kind of people Yang Pozi's family was. They probably thought that since the Fu family had just moved in, they wouldn't dare to make too much of a scene and were preparing to renege on their debts.

Unexpectedly, Fu Shaoli actually came to our door to demand it back, and made such a fuss.

The village head had long since given up on dealing with the Song family's affairs. He turned to Granny Yang and sternly rebuked her, "Pay back the medical bills you owe before the New Year. They've already given half the answer, so stop making trouble. Otherwise, I'll give your house deed to the Fu family."

After saying that, he ignored Granny Yang's wailing and turned to leave.

Fu Shaoli snorted smugly, and was about to add a few more words when Fu Zhong, with a gloomy face, forcibly dragged her away.

The excitement died down and the crowd slowly dispersed.

Jiang Yun Ning turned around and was startled to see Jiang Che standing behind her without her noticing.

But she didn't have time to say anything to Jiang Che, and pulled Aunt Hua's arm to walk back: "Aunt Hua, do you think Song Minglang's leg will get better? Why didn't Old Man Song come out? Isn't he home?"

"It's unlikely he'll recover." Aunt Hua looked around and, seeing that there weren't many people around, cautiously spoke up: "I heard from my son that when he went to Chujia Village the other day, he saw Old Man Song coming out of a widow's house. He's probably still at the widow's house now."

Jiang Yun Ning's eyes widened in disbelief: "So you're planning to abandon Song Ming Lang as your son? Or what?"

Aunt Hua shook her head with a knowing look: "Who knows? Old Man Song is so heartless that he sold his own daughter to an old widower. He's got a hard heart. Song Minglang is ruined, maybe he really doesn't want her anymore."

Jiang Yuning felt that the news she heard from Aunt Hua was too shocking.

Old Man Song was willing to sell his own daughter if it weren't for his son, Song Minglang.

How come he's hooking up with that widow again? Is there something special about that widow?

"What are you thinking about?" Jiang Che asked quietly.

Jiang Yun Ning didn't even hesitate: "I'm wondering if Song Minglang's leg will ever get better? If it does, and he can take the imperial examination, will Old Man Song obediently come back, or will he continue living with the widow..."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt Jiang Che's gaze was like a knife, making her skin crawl.

Turning around, I saw that Aunt Hua had long since disappeared.

"I was just curious about Jiang Che, I didn't mean anything by it," Jiang Yun Ning quickly explained, with an awkward smile on her face.

Jiang Che's expression was somewhat unpleasant as he stared intently into her eyes. Fortunately, they entered the house in just a few steps, and the two didn't say anything more.

"Yun Ning." As soon as He Hua saw her come in, she immediately came over: "Today, Sister Cheng and Sister Yu have been asking about the work that others are doing, and they even asked what kind of water is being poured in and how it solidified."

Jiang Yunning nodded: "Okay, Sister-in-law Hehua, I understand. I will handle it."

As soon as they entered the Fu family courtyard, Fu Zhong slammed the gate shut.

"Dad, what are you doing? You're pulling my arm and it hurts." Fu Shaoli pouted.

When she looked up, she saw an unprecedented anger in Fu Zhong's eyes.

"Dad, what's wrong?" Fu Shaoli swallowed nervously.

Fu Zhong pursed his lips, staring intently at her. After a long while, he asked with trembling lips, "Last time you asked me to go to the mountains to collect herbs, I specifically told you that the last batch of herbs should be divided into three portions and changed every day."

With each word she spoke, Fu Shaoli's face showed an increasing degree of guilt.

"Did you... not tell them at all?"

His tone was light and airy, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Fu Shaoli's eyes darted around a few times: "So what? He's just lame, not dead. Besides, he couldn't even stand up before."

Seeing her still unrepentant attitude, Fu Zhong felt heartbroken. He shook his head and went inside, ignoring her sophistry.

Outside the door, Jiang Zhaodi, who was eavesdropping by pressing her ear against the door, stared wide-eyed but dared not utter a sound.

So Song Minglang could have recovered, but now he can't live without crutches because Fu Shaoli didn't tell Granny Yang how to use the medicine.

She covered her mouth tightly, her eyes darting around in panic, pretending not to hear anything, and hurriedly ran home.

As the sun slowly set, the female workers who were working at the Jiang family's house prepared to go home.

More than twenty people came out in a flurry, only to find their own family members in the yard.

The village head stood at the very front, his face looking rather grim.

Chunmei and Hehua probably guessed the reason and were not surprised.

On the contrary, Sister Cheng and Sister Yu were guilty and their palms were sweating.

"When Yun Ning came to me, she said she wanted to help the villagers make money together. She specifically told us to be honest, law-abiding, and well-behaved." The village head's gaze swept over everyone.

"What promises did some of you make to me back then? And what have you done now? One tael of silver a month, plus one day off every month. Lunch provided with meat at every meal. Have you all lost your minds, daring to collude with outsiders to steal the recipe?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several women in the crowd turned pale.

"Village head, I didn't. Jiang Mancang came looking for me, but I ignored him."

"Me too. I can tell the difference between good and bad."

"Exactly, I understand the principle of being full at one meal and then being full at every meal."

Jiang Yun Ning smiled as she looked at the two women in the crowd who were already trembling.

"Sister-in-law Cheng, Sister-in-law Yu, you don't need to come starting tomorrow. I won't be collecting firewood from either of your families anymore."

The moment the words left her lips, the two women's families were stunned, and it took them a while to react: "What? Yun Ning, what do you mean by this?"

Lotus pursed her lips and looked at them: "What I mean is that Sister Cheng and Sister Yu took money from Jiang Mancang and stole the recipe to sell to others."

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd: "What? Are these two idiots? A tael of silver a month for wages, plus meals."

"Exactly. Such a good job, and they still have ulterior motives? Tsk tsk."

"What's this called? Greed knows no bounds, like trying to swallow an elephant."