Lin Qianqian entered the house directly. When Mrs. Zhang saw her coming, her wails became quieter.

"Oh, sister, you're finally here...it's terrible, I can't save my child, I'm going to have a miscarriage..." Mrs. Zhang said with tears all over her face.

"Whatever you say, just because others can't do it, doesn't mean I can do it." Lin Qianqian put down the box in her hand and checked Mrs. Zhang's pulse.

After touching it for about a quarter of an hour, Lin Qianqian frowned.

"Sister, what's going on? I really can't save it."

"There is still a chance." Lin Qianqian nodded. Fortunately, she acted quickly and arrived in time. When she was at home, she prepared spiritual water and mixed it with some calming medicine, hoping it would be useful. "Sister Zhang, you are too

If you're not careful, this child will be in your belly and you will really suffer..."

Mrs. Zhang blushed and muttered: "Who asked Li Zhihua to talk nonsense... I didn't tear her in half..."

Lin Qianqian smiled helplessly, poured out the mixed spiritual water from the porcelain bottle, and said: "Sister Zhang, take it quickly, this is the medicine I prepared."

Mrs. Zhang looked at the dark potion, gritted her teeth and drank it.

After watching her drink it, Lin Qianqian picked up the cotton, checked her lower body, and simply wiped it to stop the bleeding. "This is the last time. I won't be able to save it next time."

Spiritual water is not some heaven-defying deep water that can bring the dead back to life. If all the children have flowed out, no magic water will work.

Mrs. Zhang nodded. After taking the medicine, she felt the pain was relieved a little, but her head felt dizzy and she fell asleep soon after.

Lin Qianqian packed up the medicine box, walked out of the door quietly, and closed the door behind her.

When Limousu saw her coming out, he hurriedly said: "Sister, what's wrong? Is there any hope..."

"I have saved the child, but you must remember not to make Sister Zhang angry again, otherwise there is nothing I can do."

"Really?" Li Mumu was delighted. "Thank you very much, sister. I'll go see the child..."

"Sister Zhang has fallen asleep. Don't wake her up yet." After Lin Qianqian said that, she left Li Muotou's house and went back to her own home.

Looking at the sunset gradually setting in the west, I feel happy. It seems that she has saved a little life again. This feels really good.

After returning home, Lin Qianqian took a happy bath and listened to Taohong and Liulu's report.

"Miss, all the corn has been harvested, and all wages have been paid to the villagers."

"On three acres of land, we planted a little more than two acres of corn. One acre is about one thousand two kilograms, and we harvested a total of two thousand forty-two kilograms of corn...ah, so many..." Liu Lushu counted,

I couldn't help but scream.

"Our corn has high yield and big size, so of course there are more." Taohong said with a smile. "Thanks to our miss, we are so capable, otherwise we wouldn't be able to produce such good results on such a barren land."

Lin Qianqian also smiled. "This is the credit of the three of us, not just my personal credit."

If we were in modern times, with high agricultural planting technology, abundant fertilizers, and scientific management, one acre of corn could produce at least 1,800 kilograms. Compared with modern times, the corn yield in ancient times was really not high.

"Miss, we are rich!" Liu Lu twirled her fingers and kept counting, her eyes sparkling as she counted, but she cried with joy. "Wow... we are really rich..."

Taohong gave her an angry look and said, "What does this money mean? Selling spiritual snakes can cost tens of thousands..."

"But this is different. This is the fruit of our own labor."

Lin Qianqian nodded. "It's true that we can do it ourselves and have enough food and clothing. This is the fruit of our own labor. Living a down-to-earth life is better than anything else."
Chapter completed!