Duanmu Yawang knew that she was actually confused now, and she was especially crazy about thinking, so she soothed: "Madam, don't think too much, don't punish yourself for the evil people's evil thoughts."

The wife of the shopkeeper held her kerchief and wiped her tears, unable to speak for a while.

Duanmu Yawang didn't know what to persuade.

Mrs. Shopkeeper's thoughts, as far as she knows, many young couples have had it in their previous life.

You are not free when you have a child, and you are bound to do whatever you want to play. Sometimes you still think, when you don’t have a child, you’re really free.

However, these are by no means disgusting children, but when people are tired, they occasionally sigh.

In any case, no one loves their children more than their parents.

There is nothing more important than your own children.

However, "Madam, I think people want to look around and want to make their lives a little more interesting. This idea is correct. You can't just be in vain when you are in this world. While being responsible to your children, you must also be responsible to yourself. Responsible, right?"

The lady of the shopkeeper was startled.

She had never heard such words.

Duanmuya looked at her like this, without disturbing her, quietly sipping tea.

After sipping a cup of tea, I washed my hands, then went to the bed to pull out the needle, and then gave the child another needle.

After she finished this, the shopkeeper hurried back.

He came back alone. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his wife's red and swollen eyes at first glance. He was a little at a loss: "Madam, are you crying again?"

"I'm fine."

The wife of the shopkeeper wiped her tears and asked him seriously: "You just went, but can you ask for any useful news?"

"Have!"

The shopkeeper remembered the business, and walked over to Duanmuya and said, "Miss Duanmu, I asked the second person. The second person said that he had mentioned that he was a person who hides tea, likes the dark, and is afraid of fire and light."

Before Duanmu Yawang spoke, the shopkeeper's wife frowned, "Where is Zangming? Is it outside? Or...that place?"

"I don't know."

The shopkeeper shook his head, and then hesitated: "I don't think it can be from that place. Is it possible for people from that place to come out?"

"Right."

The wife of the shopkeeper knocked her head and said helplessly: "I am confused."

Looking at their conversation, Duanmuya felt a little weird: "Where is that place?"

"Not a very good place." The husband and wife are reluctant to mention more. The shopkeeper is more concerned with matters related to his son. "Miss Duanmu, how can I help you with what I just said?"

Duan Muya looked at the words, recalled what the shopkeeper had just said, and felt his chin in thought.

Like dark, afraid of light and afraid of fire...

Little Bailu was still eating dessert, and looked at Duanmuya: "Sister, do you want to find out where this Tibetan tea is?"

"right."

These little bugs are generally related to the geographical environment. You can get twice the result with half the effort by first understanding the environment in which they were born.

Duanmu Yawang quickly took out the geography book from the embroidery bag and began to look it up.

However, she flipped through the whole book quickly and roughly, and there was no place to hide the tea.

She was disappointed to put the book back into the embroidered bag.

The shopkeeper and his wife have been paying attention to her every move, seeing this a bit disappointed, but they didn't say anything.

Duanmu Yawang had been thinking about the information that he liked the dark and was afraid of the light and fire. He walked around the room with his arms around his chest, and had no time to calm their emotions.

The shopkeeper and the couple were already anxious. She was walking around. The couple was even more anxious. They were about to speak. Little Bailu hissed and said to them seriously: "Don't bother my sister, let her alone think."

The couple covered their mouths and were afraid to speak.

Little Bailu said proudly: "Don't worry, there are almost no diseases that my sister can't deal with in this world, as long as you give her time, she can think of..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duanmu Yawang suddenly patted his head and said with a smile: "I thought about it."

The couple's eyes lit up, and they all looked up at her, "Miss Duanmu, have you figured out a way to save my son?"

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang asked the two: "Do you have Guizhimu in your house?"

The couple shook their heads, and the shopkeeper quickly said: "However, I know where to buy."

"Go buy it back."

The shopkeeper didn't ask anything, and didn't order his servants to go, so he ran away in a hurry.

The shopkeeper's wife wanted to call, but it was too late.

She said helplessly to Duanmu Yawang: "He had eaten a little bit of food, and he originally wanted to let his servants buy it, but he actually ran away without listening to anything."

Duanmu Yawang smiled.

This is enough to see the treasurer's eagerness.

The wife of the shopkeeper was very curious, "Miss Duanmu, what use do you want Guizhimu for?"

Duanmu Yawang blinked and smiled, "Madam will know soon."

The shopkeeper hurriedly walked and returned hurriedly, within a quarter of an hour.

He held a small bundle of cinnamon sticks and asked Duanmu Yawang: "Miss Duanmu, what should I do next?"

"Burn the Guizhi wood on charcoal."

When Duanmu Yawang said, "I only need a half bowl of cassia twig charcoal, but I want pure cassia twig charcoal, and don't mix anything else."

So, the shopkeeper ran away busy again.

When the shopkeeper came back again, another quarter of an hour passed.

He came here in a bowl.

The charcoal in the bowl is very black and very hot.

He handed the bowl to Duanmu Yawang, "Miss Duanmu, is this enough?"

"Enough." Duanmu Yawang stretched out his hand for the result, and the shopkeeper said carefully: "Be careful, the bowl is a little hot."

"Um."

Duanmu Yawang nodded in response, took the bowl and placed it on the table.

Then, she took out the best potion and powder from the embroidered bag.

There was no other clean bowl in the room, so she took out a cup, poured the potion and powder into the cup, and mixed it up.

After the reconciliation, she watched the Guizhi wood ashes get cold, so she took out something and directly crushed the charcoal into ash foam.

When the charcoal was crushed into ash foam, it was completely cold.

Duanmu Yawang did not hesitate to pour out some of the ash foam, and then poured the reconciled potion into the charcoal.

While she was doing this, the shopkeeper couple and Xiao Bailu were watching carefully.

After Duanmu Yawang made the preparation, she took a quick spoon and put it into the bowl, remembering that there was still a silver needle on the child, she took the lead to pull out the silver needle, and then said to the shopkeeper and his wife: "Help me help the child up."

"okay."

The shopkeeper responded, and as he walked over, he asked Duanmu Yawang curiously: "Miss Duanmu, are you going to drink these for me?"

"right."

"Huh?" The lady shopkeeper wrinkled her face when she looked at the dingy things in the bowl, "Here, can this thing be eaten?"

"You can eat, you can't eat."

The wife of the shopkeeper was dumbfounded, "Is that edible or not?"

Duanmu Yawang smiled, "You can eat it during special periods. There is no need to eat it naturally. If you eat it, it will not be harmful to the human body. However, you can rest assured that my purpose is not to let the children eat these things, and to ensure that the children will not eat these things. I'm having trouble eating these things."

"good."

The couple was completely relieved.

The child was sleeping, Duanmu Yawang asked the shopkeeper and the couple to hold the child and the other to hold the child's jaw. She fed the mixture in the bowl to the child.

It's half a bowl and it's finished quickly.

"Place the child flat."

When Duanmu Yawang said, he put the bowl aside and gave the child the silver needle again.

After she finished the row of silver needles, the child began to twist her body uncomfortably, her face wrinkled, and she looked very uncomfortable.

The shopkeeper and his wife were heartbroken.

The shopkeeper's wife asked Duanmu Yawang: "But Liang'er hurts again?"

"Yeah." Duanmu Yawang nodded, looking straight at the child, and said: "The child may still want to vomit. You take the basin and put it next to his mouth. Don't vomit on the bed."

"Eh, good!"

The shopkeeper quickly followed suit.

When he took a basin, the child twisted more severely, his face turned pale and blue, and he looked disgusting. In order to prevent the silver needle from being rubbed against him, Duan Mu Yawang pressed his limbs.

The wife of the shopkeeper was at a loss, standing on the side felt that she could not help anything, anxious and distressed.

"Woo..."

The child was not awake yet, but was very uncomfortable, and could not help sobbing in his dream.

Duanmu Yawang didn't feel reluctant, still holding on to his limbs and not letting him move. The child cried in his dream so that his voice was hoarse. Suddenly, his face turned pale, his head opened wide, and his mouth opened with a vomit. stand up.