662 The Real World 6

Bei Yutang waved at him, and the boy Mo came over.

She held the boy Mo in her arms. Although his body was still very thin, he was much better than the skinny he was before.

Bei Yutang hugged him and said softly, "Mother, I will always be with you."

"Yeah." The boy Mo replied softly.

In the evening, after dinner, Bei Yutang took the boy Mo for a walk in the fields to digest food.

Li is in a hurry to come to the door.

"I found you." Li Zheng came over.

"Rizheng, what's the matter?"

"Something. Did you and your son go to the yamen to make an independent household registration?" Li Zheng asked.

"right."

After she woke up, she made a special trip to the yamen to handle this matter.

The original owner, Mu Zhitao, was abandoned by her husband's family, and her parents didn't take them in, so she could only establish herself. In the Great Zhou Kingdom, there are fewer or fewer female households, but not none.

"It's like this. Now the yamen has announced that each household should send a person to serve as a corvée. Although you are a female household, but there are still males in the family, according to the logic, you should send someone there. The superiors also consider it. In this case, a special solution was made, that is, to pay a sum of money to avoid corvée service." Li Zheng said.

If it had been two months ago, Li Zheng would not have dared to come here. Now I know that she has money in her pocket, and people have become more talkative, so she dares to speak.

"How much?"

"Five taels of silver."

"So many!" Bei Yutang looked at him in surprise.

Fifty taels of silver is not a small sum. An ordinary farmer's family does not necessarily earn five taels of silver year-round.

Li Zheng explained: "This is what the above explained, and there is no way to do it."

Li was thinking that if she could build a courtyard wall and wear a padded coat, she should still have some money, but she wasn't worried that she wouldn't be able to get it.

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

Bei Yutang returned to the back room, took out a silver note with a denomination of fifty taels from the cabinet, and handed it to Lizheng's hand. When Li Zheng saw the silver note, he immediately smiled and said something and left.

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Thousands of miles away in the ancient manor, an old man with a white beard was giving acupuncture treatment to a stern young man. The fog around them made it difficult to see.

Countless hot air will automatically bounce off when it touches the man, as if receiving some resistance.

Every time the gray-bearded old man takes a needle, the sweat on his forehead will be a little more, and even his face will become pale.

This pattern continued for a single stick of incense.

After a stick of incense, the old man took back all the gold needles.

The old man came out of the secret room, and an imposing middle-aged man standing at the door immediately greeted him.

"Doctor Xue, how is the young master?" the middle-aged man asked.

"The wind is in charge of things, Young Master Feng's illness is really weird. The old man has practiced medicine for many years, and he has never seen it before. The old man has gone through all kinds of classics, but he has not found the cause, and he does not know what disease Young Master Feng has committed."

Doctor Xue stroked his gray beard, his brows furrowed tightly.

"Even your old man has no solution?" Even though Feng Guanshi was mentally prepared, he was still a little disappointed.

Doctor Xue shook his head.

"Young Master Feng has been sick so frequently this time, but what has he touched or eaten?" Xue Shenyi asked.

If you can find it, maybe you can find the cause.

Over the years, Feng Shaozhu's illness has been very regular, once every six months, and sometimes even once a year or two years.