r mixed with spiritual spring water, and it continued to be poured until the blood spurting from the wound changed from black to red.She quickly rubbed the burdock root into a pulp and applied it to X..."I can't help."

Song Jiubian directly closed his eyes, looking like he refused to communicate. Song Lao Fu was so angry that she wanted to scold Song Dajiang.

But Song Dajiang turned her back, obviously not wanting to pay attention to her. She could only tremble and point at the ginger roll with her finger.

"Ginger, they're all surnamed Song. They broke Yuan'er's bones but left the tendons connected, you want to stand idly by and watch, your heart is truly wicked!"

"Ginger, it was my fault before. I shouldn't have targeted you, please save my husband!"

Shen Qian's eyes flickered, no matter what, she must make the officials loathe Ginger Wan, and also make everyone in the Song family hate Ginger Wan.

She had only just married into the family, and it wasn't that she felt deeply for Song Chen. She simply couldn't stand Jiang Wan's aloof and superior demeanor.

Jiang Wan snorted, "That's right, I'm just such a vicious person, there's nothing I can do to help!"

She patted her clothes and got up, saying to Xiao Deng, "I'm going to wash up. You guys continue, don't bother me."

It's best to hit her hard, she's very willing.

It was almost dawn, and both Song Chen and Song Lao Er were covered in blood. While not as severely wounded as Song Jiu Yuan, they weren't faring much better either.

After finishing her words, she truly seemed like an outsider as she got up and went to a small stream nearby. She bent down, ready to wash up.

The old madam and her entourage were so enraged they almost spat blood. Ren Bang curled his lips and continued to lash the whip, but he never truly went all out.

"Next time, whoever dares to run will meet this fate!"

The whip in his hand snapped, and Ren Bang let out a cruel smile that chilled everyone to the bone.

Aren't they all, those who were banished to the wasteland, carrying a glimmer of hope in their hearts

But the officials weren't easy to deal with. They wouldn't let them eat their fill every day, constantly making things difficult for them. This way, even if they wanted to escape, they wouldn't have the energy.

"Good morning!"

Song Erniang cried her eyes out and hurried to help her son. Shen Qian also acted properly and helped Song Chen up with his concubine.

Seeing the flesh wounds on the two, Song Erniang almost fainted from distress. Song Laofu distressedly glared repeatedly at Song Daniuzi.

These people, it seems, never realize their own mistakes and always blame others.

When Jiang Wan returned after washing up, she saw the old Song family members blaming and complaining to each other.

She pretended not to see, skillfully setting up the pot and tossing a few sweet potatoes into the fire. She then added some wild vegetables and ginger into the pot.

Over there, Song Er-nü trembled as she checked the wounds of the man and her son, her eyes almost swollen from crying. “What are we going to do There’s no way to buy medicine out here in the wilderness.”

Shen Qian's eyes rolled, and she whispered, "Mother, I saw Ji Chi applying medicine to Big Brother earlier. Perhaps he went to buy it from Ginger Wan."

Mrs. Song and the second daughter stiffened, both simultaneously recalling the scene from that night when Song Jiuyuan had a fever and the eldest daughter had pleaded with them.

Anyone would hold a grudge, and probably wouldn't agree to it.

"Mother, both your husband and father are like this. We can't afford to gamble. This is something you can't buy with silver."

Shen Qian is now penniless. Thinking about it makes her angry. How come Jiang Wan can still live so well

"Mother, I cannot bear to watch Chen'er die in pain."

Song Erniang looked at Song Chen with gentle eyes. Afraid that the old matriarch wouldn't be able to come down from her high horse, she even called out, "Auntie, please!"

Mrs. Song's expression seemed to relax slightly. For her son and grandson, she was willing to put aside her dignity.

Then, Ginger rolled out a simple breakfast of roasted sweet potatoes with vegetable soup when the matriarch walked over.

Seeing ginger-haired Wang eat the roasted sweet potatoes, the old madam couldn't help but swallow her saliva. Because her son and grandson were beaten, their porridge wasn't ready yet and they hadn't even joined the queue to get it.

At this moment, my stomach was growling with hunger. However, even so, both Ginger and Song Jiubian seemed to not notice as they ate their food nonchalantly.

The only one slightly touched was Song Jiu Li, but she was holding a bowl of porridge she had queued up for. "Grandmother, have you eaten"

"Not yet."

The old madam waited for them to take the initiative and invite her, but they didn't. Even Ginger, and even Song Dalianna, who was supposed to be the daughter-in-law, didn't say a word.

The old mistress felt ashamed and glared at Song Da-niang, “Come here for a moment, I have something to tell you.”

"Mother!"

Song Jiuchil called out, his heart already cold from the indifference he had received when his older brother had a fever earlier.

The little boy now only wants to protect his family.

"Don't worry," Song Dajiang said with a smile as she shook her head. "I'll be right back."

The mistress is gentle and kind, she was once the most qualified hostess, and even now she still possesses an air of nobility.

Jiang Wan watched as she followed the old lady to one side. She nibbled on a roasted sweet potato while keeping an eye out for any movement, ready to help at any time.

"Lao Er and Chen'er were injured, you get some medicine from Yuan'er."

Old Madam Song was still as she used to be, commanding Miss Song righteously. Miss Song scoffed and directly refused.

The medicine was collected by WanWan, I can't control it.

Now, Mrs. Song pretended to listen to Ginger's every word, infuriating the old mistress.

"You're her mother-in-law, she dares not listen to you"

Even her own grandmother's words she doesn't always listen to, so how much more so would she listen to her mother-in-law

Though Madam Song's words were laced with sarcasm, Old Madam wasn't oblivious. For the sake of her son and grandsons, she had to bite her tongue and soften her stance.

"I know you're upset about what happened to Yuan'er before, but you need to think clearly. Now that your main family doesn't have a capable male heir..."

"With two or three rooms, and the second and third elders, we have only each other to rely on. We can reach the desolate land together, can't we"

"Aren't we the ones who are helping them one-sidedly"

Song Dajiang would not listen to reason, "The medicine isn't mine, I can't control it. I still need to mend Yuan’er's clothes, I'm busy."

She turned back to Song Jiu's side, holding the sewing kit gingerly collected by Wan Suo and carefully mending his clothes, ignoring Old Madam completely.

The old matriarch's head was throbbing with anger, her eyes filled with a hint of sadness. This scene caught Song Jiuli's attention. She looked at the hunched figure of the old matriarch and couldn't help but ask Song Da Niangzi. ωＷω.oＮЬ.οr

"Mother, what did Grandmother ask you to do"

Hearing her address her as "grandmother" one by one, Lady Song's heart ached. She bit her lip, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth.

She wants your older brother's medicine.

"What!"

Song Jiuchi immediately exploded, "This can't be done. Big Brother's medicine isn't plentiful to begin with. What if we give it all to their big brother"

He was speechless at these shameless words. How could his once kind grandmother become like this

Song Jiuchí was a little doubtful about life, Song Jiuri also widened her eyes, she stammered and opened her lips.

"Mother, we could gather some more of those herbs. It seems like Second Uncle and Second Brother are quite badly hurt."

She recalled her grandmother's kindness in the past, and couldn't help but feel sad, but she refused to think negatively about her grandmother.

Since Ginger knows about herbs, they can collect some.

Then you go pick it yourself.

Song Jiu's voice was cold. He thought his sister was just a little silly, but now it seems she wasn't even remotely clever!ot infected. She grabbed Song Jiu's hand and carefully felt his pulse. Luckily, he didn't sustain any internal injuries."Oh, villains always have so much trouble!"Ginger muttered something, took out a...