w, what are you laughing atSong Jiuli softly questioned, not understanding why Jiang Wan suddenly smiled so happily.Jiang Wan turned her eyes back, "It's nothing, I just thought of some funny things,..."Good!"

Ren Bang nodded slightly. Jiang Wan had also reminded him, so he asked another officer to watch the fire and went with Lao Zhang to scrape his back behind a tree.

Then Ginger led Song's young mistress to the back of the big tree, and Song Jiuli pulled their old clothes to cover Song's young mistress.

While ginger was busy, she somehow managed to get a piece of ginger and skillfully rubbed it against the old lady's back.

"Ah..."

The young mistress gritted her teeth. She had been pampered for so many years, her body delicate and weak. Even a light scrape from the ginger caused her excruciating pain.

"Mother, bear with me a little."

Ginger sighed, not putting too much effort into it. She'd just add some pills to the grandmother's water later anyway.

After it was over, Jiang Wan had the mistress drink some water. As soon as the water entered her throat, she felt a wave of coolness wash over her, feeling especially comfortable.

It's definitely better now.

She thought it was ginger WAN who scraped her for her, and she felt more and more touched. Ginger WAN also didn't have time to say more because she had to cook mugwort for everyone.

Others may not have had the good fortune of Old Mrs. and Lao Zhang. They could only feel around on themselves at random. If you look closely, in fact, many people are suffering from heatstroke.

Even Old Madam Song and a few others like Song Chen weren't spared. Jiang Wan curled her lips and quickly prepared the mugwort decoction, having everyone line up to fill their cups.

First came the officials, then ordinary people. Whether intentionally or not, everyone tacitly let the Song family's eldest house load up first.

Song Erniang and Shen Qian were furious, but they dared not say much. After all, the other party outnumbered them.

Seeing them finally get their turn, Jiang Wan couldn't stand their resentful faces yet helpless expressions. She clenched her ladle tightly, then Shen Qian's bowl of soup was left with only half.

"You..."

Shen Qian was furious and wanted to say something, but facing Jiang Wan's seemingly smiling yet not smiling eyes, the words died in her throat.

When it was Song Erniang's turn, Ginger again performed the same action, infuriating Song Erniang who cursed him on the spot.

"Ginger, we're at least relatives. Isn't this how you treat your cousin"

Get out if you don't want it!

Jiang Wan didn't think what she was doing was justified. On one hand, it was to curry favor with the officials, and on the other hand, it was a way to help the Chen family.

She could see Song Jiubian and the Chen family member exchange glances, it was obvious they knew each other.

Song Erniang was stunned by Jiang Wan's scolding. She wanted to seek the help of the officials, but all the officials who had received favors from her pretended not to see her.

Qi's Song Erniang almost dropped her bowl, she snorted coldly, "You don't even know medicine, how would you know if this thing works"

"Oh my, don't you believe me"

She gingerly swatted away the mugwort in her bowl. "Then don't drink it, what if something happens and you blame me"

Song Erniang: !!!

She stared in shock at the empty bowl in her hand. Had she just casually provoked Jiang Wan, and she had delivered like that

"Ginger, don't go too far!"

Old Song stood behind his second wife. He wore a cold expression, his eyes narrowed with menace, as if threatening her.

Ginger seemed not to hear, "It seems you don't want it either, the next one is coming up."

She bypassed the members of Song Family's second branch directly. The officials pretended not to see them, and the people from the second branch were helpless.

Three-room residents, seeing this scene, dared not make trouble anymore. They honestly took their half bowl of soup and left.

Jiang Wan couldn't help but feel a little regret. Oh well, why didn't they cause a ruckus If they did, she could make sure those bitches wouldn't have a single drop to drink.

It was soon the turn of the Chen family. The Chen family now had only three members: Chen Ce, Mrs. Chen, and their five-year-old son, Chen Wenhao.

At this moment, Mrs. Chen carried the somewhat unconscious child over, while Chen Ce held a bowl in his hand.

Ginger filled his bowl to the brim, and seeing the child's flushed face, she reached out and touched him.

He has a slight fever.

"Do you have a fever"

Mrs. Chen hurriedly touched the child's forehead and was so frightened that tears welled up in her eyes, "The child's grandmother also had a fever and didn't make it."

Having heard about the ransacking of their home, the mother-in-law fell ill and never recovered until her husband's exile.

Jiang Wan's heart softened slightly. "You guys go aside first, I'll take a look at him later."

"Ginger, let me handle this. Go busy yourself."

Xiaodeng had finished his drink and naturally took over the task of distributing it. Jiang Wan didn't hesitate, and followed the Chen family members to one side.

"Mother... Mother..."

The baby mumbled in his mother's arms, Mrs. Chen couldn't bear to see him distressed, so she gently patted his back to comfort him.

Ginger's fingertips rested on the child's pulse for a long moment before she sighed.

"He has a slight fever, so you should apply a damp cloth to his forehead from time to time."

At least the temperature isn't high, it's probably just a low fever. If cooling down physically works, it should recover soon.

Thank you.

Mrs. Chen's face was full of gratitude, her eyes sincere, she almost wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Jiang Wan, but Jiang Wan pulled her up.

"We are all exiles together, and helping each other is about survival."

"Hmm."

Then Madam Chen nodded heavily, hugging the child in her arms. Meanwhile, Chen Ce had already gone to the stream to wet a towel and was directly applying it to the child's forehead.

When Ginger came back after finishing her work, Song Jiuli couldn't help but whisper: "Sister-in-law, do you know them"

The sister-in-law seems to be doing better than them.

"I don't know you."

Ginger glanced at Song Jiubian quietly as the last light of day faded. She noticed that he was pretending to be indifferent, his eyelids drooping, yet his ears were perked up, listening intently. She found it strangely amusing.

She shrugged, "I just thought the poor child was pitiful. Kids aren't like adults, if they keep running a fever, maybe they'll turn stupid."

In a past life, Ginger had encountered such cases before. Now that she saw the Chen family was decent people, she took advantage of their trust and stole from their storeroom in order to save the child.

"Huh"

Song Jiuli had a look of astonishment on her face. Song Dajiao poked her forehead.

There are similar stories in Kyoto. It is said that a minor son of the Minister of Household Affairs was not favored and fell ill with a fever, but no one cared for him. As a result, he became mentally disabled.

My goodness.

Song Jiu Li covered her mouth, looking much more adorable than usual. Ginger Wan thought to herself, hoping she would stay this way forever.

After drinking a bowl of hoxiang, the people who were previously dizzy and faint felt much better. Except for those from the second house.

Right now, Shen Qian was vomiting up bile. Her stomach was empty after all.

Having just wiped her lips, Ginger turned to Shen Qian with a half-smile and said to Lady Song:

"Mom, could Shen Qian be pregnant I think that's how other pregnant women get sick."

On the same day that Shen Qian married Jiang Wan, she almost fainted from anger. This scoundrel was subtly mocking her for being unfaithful!

"I don't!"

Shen Qian dug at her hand hard, trying to calm herself down. “I just have heatstroke,” she said.

"That's not like you."

Ginger's rage was deadly, "You were right before, this exile is not like the others."

If you are truly pregnant, you must take extra care not to harm the child. That would be a terrible loss. the sixth prince's faction, this wool shouldn't be left unshorn.Wen Ru Yu's heart was exploding, but on her face she could only manage a gentle smile. "Alright, we'll pay the rent."Hu Xiaoqi's chest...