When Mr. Yang heard this, he couldn't even care about embarrassment and suddenly became angry again. He looked at the old housekeeper and ordered: "Afu, go down and tell the eldest and second brothers that they will prepare the New Year's greetings and go to Gaoshan Village in person tomorrow. Aunt Wen is an elder, so you can't neglect it."

The old butler nodded, "Yes, Master."

The maid came over with tea.

"Please have tea!"

This makes the atmosphere better.

The old butler quickly changed the topic and looked at Song Nuan with a smile, "Madam Wen, the master has taken the pills you made, and now he will no longer suffer from angina. Mrs. Wen's medical skills are really clever. A few days ago, I met Lord Shu on the street. I heard that Doctor Gu was unwell and was in the Gaoshan Village to take care of his body. I wonder if he is getting better now?"

Is Gu Bufan sick?

Mr. Yang immediately looked at Song Nuan with concern.

He and Gu Bufan are also somewhat intimate.

"A Zheng, what's going on? Why don't I know?" Old Master Yang really didn't want to be criticized by Song Nuan, so he asked Wen Chongzheng directly.

"Uncle Fan went out to collect herbs and suffered some injuries on the way. Now he has recovered."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Yang breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "It's good if you're okay. When I reach my age, I either feel sour here or hurt there, and I don't have the same physical strength as my age."

Song Nuan glanced at him, opened her lips, and before she could say anything, the old housekeeper had already taken the lead and said, "I also heard about Mrs. Wen's second sister, but it's really a good person who will be rewarded."

When talking about Song Ling, Song Nuan's face eased a lot.

"Yes, my sister has recovered."

Clang.

Outside the door, He Ju fell to the ground with a tray, and the snacks on it fell all over the floor. The people in the hall looked out, and He Ju touched Song Nuan's gaze and hurriedly squatted down to pick up the things on the ground.

When the servants heard the movement, they rushed over, "Auntie He, let's do it, you've got the cut."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard He Ju gasp in the air.

The porcelain piece scratched her wrist for some reason, and a long hole was cut, and blood suddenly flowed out.

The maids exclaimed, "Auntie He, your hand is cut, hurry up, go and ask the doctor."

"It's okay, it's okay! I just cut a hole." He Ju stood up, took the maid's handkerchief and pressed her wrist tightly.

"A Ju, what's wrong?" Mr. Yang Er came in from the gate of the courtyard. Seeing He Ju grabbing his wrist, he hurried forward, "What's wrong with his hand?"

"It's okay! I accidentally cut my hand."

"What are you still standing there? Why don't you go and hire a doctor quickly?" Mr. Yang was shocked immediately as he looked at the handkerchief soaked with blood.

He saw Song Nuan in the hall and hurriedly said, "Wife A Zheng, can you bother you?"

Wen Chongzheng looked at Song Nuan.

Song Nuan got up and walked towards He Ju, "Let's go! Find a place and I will help her stop the bleeding. I only brought medicine powder on my body. You can go and get some cloth."

"Go quickly, go quickly!" Mr. Yang quickly waved his hand, held He Ju, and looked at Song Nuan, "Wife A Zheng, let's go."

"good!"

Song Nuan's expression was faint.

He Ju glanced at her carefully, "I'm fine, or I'll just..." Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Song Nuan's look.

She lowered her head, swallowed, and stopped talking.

Mr. Yang Er was sensitive to the delicate atmosphere between them and sighed secretly.

He really couldn't open the knot between the mother and daughter.

After thinking about it, he asked and said, "Wife A Zheng, I heard that your harvest is good today. Are you ready to expand the seeds next year?"

"Yes, prepare to expand the seeds."

"Who else can you grow yams?"

"Not necessarily, depending on the situation, but yam must still be planted."

"It's really good. I heard a lot of people talk about the food you make, which is both novel and delicious. Those things are very popular outside."

Mr. Yang admires her very much.

The Yang family's industries are divided into two categories. The medicines are looked at by the big house, and the others are handed in his hands, which are related to the food.

The old man asked Yang An to get engaged with Tang Xin, which means he was attracted by the Tang family's achievements in the restaurant. At that time, if the Tang family had not despised Yang Yuan Zengcheng's marriage, the marriage should have been Tang Xin and Yang Yuan.

"The second master is too proud."

"It's not an over-reputation." Mr. Yang shook his head. As he spoke, they had already arrived at He Ju's courtyard.

The maid ran back to prepare things earlier. When they returned to the house, they all had water, cloth strips and so on.

"You guys go down."

Mr. Yang asked his servant to go out, and he looked at He Ju, "A Ju, press the wound first, I will help you clean the wound."

"I'll do it." Song Nuan took out the trauma medicine and put it on the table, then twisted the veil, "Let it go first and let me see the wound."

He Ju looked up at her and was flattered.

Song Nuan frowned, "Don't believe in my medical skills?"

He Ju came back to her senses and shook her head quickly, "No, no! Why can't I believe in your medical skills? I just... just..."

She just couldn't adapt.

She thought Song Nuan was reluctant to help her apply medicine.

He Ju let go of her hand, and the handkerchief was still firmly stuck to her wrist, which was already wet with blood. Song Nuan unzipped the bloody handkerchief and blood immediately poured out.

I don't know how she cut it?

The wound is very deep.

Song Nuan took a look, quickly unscrewed the small porcelain bottle, poured the powder on the wound, and took out his handkerchief to help her temporarily wrap it.

Song Nuan looked at Mr. Yang, "It's not okay to just apply medicine. I don't bring the suture tool. Mr. Er, please ask a doctor to come over. I'll stop the bleeding temporarily."

When Mr. Yang heard this, he was shocked, "So serious?"

"Well, the pulse on the wrist has been cut."

Song Nuan said and glanced at He Ju, frowned slightly. She just picked up a broken porcelain piece, and she seemed to commit suicide by cutting her wrist. The wound was deep and long.

Intentional?

Seeing that her face was not very good, He Ju hurriedly said, "I... am I too troubled for you?"

Song Nuan looked at her and nodded calmly, "Yes."

Tears immediately emerged in He Ju's eyes, "I, I...I didn't mean it."

"A Ju, A Zheng's wife doesn't mean to blame you. Don't think too much, you can bear it first, I will ask the doctor to come immediately and let the doctor bring the suture tool."

He Ju nodded.

Mr. Yang looked at Song Nuan again, "My wife, please trouble you."

"fine!"

When Song Nuan had He Ju, she always spoke nonspiciously and her expression was cold. She couldn't tell what she felt about He Ju? She already knew that she was not her biological daughter, but she didn't feel relieved.

After Mr. Yang left.

He Ju looked at the hand that was holding her wound tightly, her eyes were slightly warm, "Big girl, I know you blame me, I didn't want to get your forgiveness. I heard that A Ling is ready, is this true?"

"alright!"

"That's great." He Ju's tears fell on the back of Song Nuan's hand.

Song Nuan looked down and tears were growing on the back of her hands, "Why are you crying? Are you still crying when you are okay? Are you hoping that A Ling will be fine?"

"No, no!" He Ju looked up at her, "I didn't mean that. I was happy, I was really happy. Big girl, thank you! Thank you for taking care of them so well."

"I really thank me?" Song Nuan asked.

He Ju nodded.

Song Nuan stared at her eyes and said, "So should you explain why you treat me differently than A Ling and Jiabao? Why do you don't want to tell Mr. Yang even though you know that Song Qiao is not the cousin of the Yang Mansion?"

Hearing this, He Ju widened her eyes and looked at her in surprise.

Did she know something?

"Big girl, why did you say that? I'm not different from you and them." He Ju immediately denied it.

Upon hearing this, Song Nuan sneered, "No? Do you think I don't feel anything? Am I a stone or a piece of wood?"

She still remembers clearly that at the beginning of the year, Song Ling was deceived by Song Qiao, how did He Ju slap him?

Song Nuan could never forget He Ju's hissing at that time.

He Ju looked away timidly, and his voice became much lower, "I really don't. You are my children like them."

"It's all your children?" Song Nuan asked her.
To be continued...