"Hey, look, there are piles of them down there."
When Xiang Yuanyuan saw Du Ruo looking over, she reached into the big bag and turned over the stacks of money at the bottom.
"So much money! Where did you get it? Would your daughter give you so much change when she comes home?"
Although Du Ruo is not short of money now, and the money in his bank card can even be said to be more than he can spend in his lifetime, he still can't help but feel a little emotional when he saw the cash.
The numbers in the bank card and the actual money in front of you give people a completely different feeling. Plus, with such a large bag of scattered money, it looks like a lot.
However, he just thought that this was a custom in Xiang Yuanyuan's family. He thought it was a custom that when a daughter returns to her parents' home after getting married, the mother would worry that the daughter would suffer after getting married, so she would leave some money in the bottom of the box for her daughter to enjoy as a dowry.
"Hey, this is my dad's private money~"
Xiang Yuanyuan looked at the black bag in her hand and smiled slyly, even her eyebrows became curved, which showed that she was not unhappy at all at this moment as when she left home. Du Ruo even found that her little feet were shaking constantly.
"..."
Du Ruo didn't say anything, mainly because he didn't know what to say. If he had known that Xiang Yuanyuan would take out his father-in-law's assets, he should have given his father-in-law some money.
……
"what!!!"
Inside the Xiang family's yard, in a storage room next to the kitchen, Xiang's father let out a scream. The sound was so miserable, as if his house had been robbed.
"what's wrong?"
Hearing the screams of Xiang's father, Xiang's mother put down the food in her hand and ran to the storage room. She saw Xiang's father holding a frame in his hand, and next to the frame there was an antique vase ornament.
"Hey, didn't you put the money in the vase on purpose? You were unhappy when your daughter didn't take the money when she came back the last few times, and now that the money has been taken, what are you yelling about?"
The mother-in-law glanced at the father-in-law with some displeasure, blaming him for making a fuss out of nothing.
More than 20 years ago, the old man handed over the family finances to the prime minister's mother. At that time, the prime minister's mother was quite strict with the prime minister's father, which made the prime minister develop a habit of hiding some of his private money in a vase in the storage room.
When Xiang Yuanyuan was a child, she accidentally found the place where Xiang's father hid his private money while rummaging on the storage shelf.
But Xiang Yuanyuan did not report it. Instead, she occasionally took a few bills from her father's private money to buy candy.
This habit continued for more than ten years, and even...the pub opened by Xiang Yuanyuan was partly contributed by Xiang's father.
In fact, the way Xiang's father hid his private money had been exposed long ago. Not only Xiang Yuanyuan knew it, but also Xiang's mother and even Xiang Yuanzhang knew it.
Originally, the prime minister's mother wanted to confiscate it after discovering it, but was stopped by the prime minister's father.
"If you confiscate it, Yuanyuan will be out of money. She's so stupid that she won't ask you for money. What will you do if you want to spend money but can't find it? Just leave it here. The little girl will always want to buy something she likes."
So, the Xiang family maintained this tacit understanding, and even Xiang Yuanzhang would often invest money after he knew about it.
Only Xiang Yuanyuan always thought that only she and her father knew about this.
"No, it's the dried rats that are gone. How come Yuanyuan took all the dried rats away? What will my dad and I have to drink with?"
The husband had a bitter face. The money was originally prepared for Xiang Yuanyuan, and he didn't feel sorry at all. But for a drunkard, if even the rat meat was gone, what would he have to drink with? This would be like the sky falling.
"I thought it was something else. I'll go ask for you later. There are many families near the sugarcane fields who should still have rats. I'll go collect some for you."
The mother rolled her eyes at the father, glanced at the empty frame, and knew that the father and Xiang Yuanzhang's favorite snack was dried mouse, so she thought about helping to buy some.
"Then you should ask them right away. Don't buy any other rats. They must be from the sugarcane fields."
Xiangfu still felt a little bit sorry, but was also a little curious as to why Xiang Yuanyuan took the rat away.
Especially now that Xiang Yuanyuan doesn't drink much, and Du Ruo is not very fond of rat meat.
He didn't know that Old Wang had come. Xiang Yuanyuan knew that Old Wang was of an important status. She didn't ask to help Du Ruo, but only asked these people to show some consideration. Seeing that Old Wang liked it, she packed up all the dried rats in her house and sent them away.
……
"Huh~ I'm finally home."
It was eleven o'clock in the middle of the night when Du Ruo finally parked the car in the yard of the new house. As soon as the car stopped, Xiang Yuanyuan hurriedly opened the door, not even bothering to pick up the bag of money at her feet, and ran out, standing outside breathing heavily.
"How are you? Are you feeling better? You didn't get carsick before."
Du Ruo turned off the car, walked out, and wanted to see what Xiang Yuanyuan was doing.
"It's okay, I just feel a little stuffy in the car, I'll just go in and sit for a while, honey, bring the things in first."
Xiang Yuanyuan waved her hand, opened the door and walked in.
When Du Ruo took the things in and put them away, Xiang Yuanyuan was already drinking a cup of hot water, and her face had regained its rosy color. "Come, let me feel your pulse."
Du Ruo came to Xiang Yuanyuan and asked her to stretch out her hand. There seemed to be something wrong with Xiang Yuanyuan recently. Although she used to be careless, she was still very smart.
But recently his brain seemed to be not as sharp as it used to be. In addition, his body, which had been well-maintained during this period, seemed to be starting to have some minor problems, which made Du Ruo a little worried.
After observing with the "spirit" several times, Du Ruo found that there was no problem with Yuanyuan. The spirit fire was still as strong as before, and even became more stable, so Du Ruo did not think much about it.
But regarding today's matter, Du Ruo decided to take Xiang Yuanyuan's pulse, even though he himself had no experience in treating patients.
"Hello, Doctor Du~~"
When Xiang Yuanyuan saw Du Ruo sitting in front of her, she smiled and put her hand in front of Du Ruo, and even consciously rolled up her sleeves to reveal her white wrists.
Du Ruo placed his fingers on it and carefully felt Xiang Yuanyuan's pulse.
There is no doubt about Du Ruo's perception ability, and no one can match him in taking a pulse.
But the more carefully Du Ruo felt, the expression on his face began to change, from smiling to serious, and his eyes began to narrow slightly, as if he was thinking about the symptoms corresponding to the pulse.
Du Ruo's face became solemn, and the air in the whole room seemed to become heavy. Seeing Du Ruo's rare seriousness, Xiang Yuanyuan's smile unconsciously disappeared.
"Change your hand."
Du Ruo spoke, his tone somewhat dull.
After hearing this, Xiang Yuanyuan quickly changed her hand and kept blinking at Du Ruo, trying to see something from the change in Du Ruo's expression.
But Du Ruo's face did not regain its relaxed look, instead his brows began to frown.
As Du Ruo frowned, Xiang Yuanyuan immediately held her breath, and the air around them became quiet at this moment.
Even the insects outside didn't dare to make any sound, and the only sound in the room was Du Ruo's "thumping" heartbeat.
"Honey, how is it? How many days can I live?"
Xiang Yuanyuan saw that Du Ruo was frowning, with a lot of thoughts in his mind, and even thought that he had a terminal illness. She couldn't help but speak to break the silence and asked, with even a hint of tears in her tone.
"Ah? How many days do you want to live? Hey, what are you thinking? It's just that I haven't taken your pulse, so I'm not sure."
When Du Ruo saw Xiang Yuanyuan crying, he couldn't help but laugh.
Taking a pulse is not like looking at a CT scan. In fact, Chinese medicine is a skill that relies a lot on experience. Du Ruo has learned a lot and has a grasp of all kinds of important knowledge. He can look at the tongue coating, the face, and even the qi and blood and make judgments based on the knowledge he has seen in his memory.
However, taking the pulse requires experience. Generally, an old Chinese medicine practitioner needs to encounter the corresponding disease and then let an apprentice take the pulse and remember the pulse condition. This is experience.
People like Du Ruo, who only have knowledge but no experience, encounter some pulse conditions that are not very obvious and compare them with the cold words in the books, and they will find that it seems that this one fits the condition and that one fits the condition as well.
"Then tell me what my situation is."
Xiang Yuanyuan was a little scared just now, and now she is not very happy. She frowned and pouted, and insisted that Du Ruo say something.
"Based on the pulse and the records in the book, it looks very much like a slippery pulse, but I have never seen what a real slippery pulse looks like, so I am a little unsure."
When Du Ruo said this, he couldn't help but frown again. Experience is something that can't be understood by reading books. There are too many changes. If it is a simple lack of qi and blood, or a weak pulse, etc., Du Ruo can still feel it out.
It's complicated...
"Slippery pulse? What does that mean?"
Xiang Yuanyuan stared at Du Ruo, thought about it, but didn't understand. She was familiar with medicinal materials and even knew how to prepare medicine, but she had never been exposed to taking a pulse.
"A slippery pulse is a type of pulse. Combined with your symptoms, it's probably a pregnancy pulse, which means there's a high probability that you're pregnant and are going to be a mother."
Although he had no experience in pulse diagnosis, he still had some guesses based on some of Yuanyuan's expressions.
Of course, a person with a slippery pulse does not necessarily have a happy pulse, but a happy pulse is definitely a slippery pulse.
"Really!!! Husband, please look more carefully and confirm it."
When Xiang Yuanyuan heard this, she jumped up immediately, but sat down again quickly, grabbed Du Ruo's hand and put it on her pulse, and asked Du Ruo to confirm again with an expectant look. From her face, it can be seen that she only wanted a positive answer from Du Ruo.
"There's no need to take your pulse. It's just that the pulse seems to be consistent with what's recorded in the book. For details, we can go to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow."
Du Ruo was also very happy, but he was more restrained and could control his emotions well. He quickly spoke up to calm Xiang Yuanyuan down.
"Let's go to the hospital now... No, I'm afraid we can't get a checkup now... Let's go tomorrow, I'll make an appointment now..."
(End of this chapter)
