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Chapter 170: Chapter 172 No Money!_1
"No," Tan Zhenghong said coldly, throwing out two words.
Tan Zhongzhong said unwillingly, "Fourth Boss, we’re brothers. It’s too impersonal of you to just say no."
The answer from Tan Zhenghong was still those two words: no.
"How could I possibly not know whether you have silver? You sell marinaded meat and bamboo baskets. How could you not have any silver?"
"No." Tan Zhenghong was getting a bit impatient.
He earned silver to give his wife a good life, not to support these lazy people without a single bone of industry in them.
And besides, most of the money in the family was earned by his wife; how could he make decisions about it without consulting her?
"Look, your sister-in-law’s about to give birth. Just lend me some to tide me over. Otherwise, your nephew will have no decent clothes when he’s born. Can you really be so heartless?"
Tan Zhenghong frowned in disgust, "You have hands, can’t you earn money? That’s not my child, what do I have to be heartless about?"
Others who were fathers were willing to do it; why should he bother himself with this concern?
"I thought you were someone who valued relationships and righteousness, but it turns out you’re just as selfish as our second brother!"
Tan Zhongzhong was a bit angry; the way Fourth Boss spoke now was just like that woman. 𝚗ov𝚙𝚞𝚋.c𝚘m
In an unhurried tone, Tan Zhenghong said, "My house isn’t a charity hall, do I have the obligation to provide for your son?"
Having said that, he went to the stove to make a fire, feeling that even a glance at certain people was too much.
He needed to hurry up and make money for a new house. He didn’t want these rascals bothering him all day long.
With Tan Zhenghong’s cold attitude, Tan Zhongzhong could only return to his room dejectedly.
But did he think that Tan Zhongzhong would just give up like that?
That was absolutely impossible!
It wasn’t long before Tan Zhenghong had finished cooking the meal.
It was the first time he had cooked for his wife; he hoped she wouldn’t disdain it, as his skill surely couldn’t compare to hers.
Today, he had made what he considered his best dishes: steamed eggs and stir-fried eggs with green onions.
Well... he hoped she would like at least one of them.
Tan Zhenghong brought the food into the room, and Qiao Duo’er was still asleep.
He quickly put down the bowl and touched Qiao Duo’er’s head, immediately becoming anxious.
His premonition was correct; his wife had a fever!
Tan Zhenghong immediately sent Sun Erhu to call the doctor over. Meanwhile, he fetched a basin of water and soaked a cloth, wrung it out, folded it neatly, and placed it on Qiao Duo’er’s forehead. Then he used another cloth to wipe her face and palms.
At this moment, Qiao Duo’er’s face was somewhat flushed, her lips very dry. Tan Zhenghong used a small spoon to help her drink some water.
After he had finished all this, Qiao Duo’er seemed more comfortable; the frown that had been on her face slowly relaxed.
It wasn’t long before the doctor arrived.
"Uncle Wu, please take a look at my wife quickly; she’s running a fever," Tan Zhenghong hurriedly made room for the doctor.
Wu Youcai didn’t waste words and immediately checked Qiao Duo’er’s pulse.
Tan Zhenghong and Sun Erhu both stood by, neither daring to make a sound, fearing they might disturb the doctor.
"Your wife was weakened in her earlier years, and she should be taking care of herself. However, she’s been a bit impatient, leading to damp heat accumulating inside her body. Plus, the weather’s hot, so she’s come down with a fever. Actually, it’s a good thing it came out; otherwise, it could damage the liver. I’ll prescribe a formula to clear the heat, she’ll be better after a couple of days," Doctor Wu explained Qiao Duo’er’s condition.
Overall, this fever was not a bad thing; in the farmers’ terms, it was ’expelling the toxins,’ meaning it was expelling the body’s toxins.
Tan Zhenghong nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Wu, please write the prescription."
