Chapter 315: Zhu Tou, kick the door!

"Mom..."

Her hoarse voice, tinged with weakness, was very soft, like a mosquito.

Qiu Hui's condition worried everyone around her; the aunts and ladies took good care of her. Coincidentally, that sister-in-law brought over a bowl of thin porridge and saw the child with eyes opened.

The bowl in her hand slipped from her grasp and fell straight to the ground.

Qiu Hui also looked at the child, helpless, her whole person dazed.

"Awake, the child really woke up."

The aunt walked over and gently touched the child's forehead, "Miraculous, the fever broke, Qiu Hui, the child's fever broke."

The aunt's face was full of astonishment; she couldn't help exclaiming, "Host, you're divine!"

This child had been unconscious for so long, but after the Host came once, the child woke up—this isn't a bodhisattva in the world, what is it?

Qiu Hui looked at the child, tears welling up, "My son."

The child gave a light smile, "Mother, I'm hungry."

Qiu Hui seemed to wake from a dream, quickly standing up, "Mother will make you porridge to drink; you like mother's pancakes, mother will make you pancakes."

She seemed afraid that everything was an illusion; each time she did something, she would turn to look at the child, and every time she met the child's eyes like black grapes, her guilt grew more and more……

It's all myself that made the child like this; it's my own foolishness!

It's my own foolishness!

"Son, it's mother's fault for letting you suffer so much; it's mother's fault."

Qiu Hui looked at the child, carefully feeding him porridge; he ate down more than half a bowl, ate little of the pancake, the child only ate a piece—this year it's already the most the child has ever eaten.

"Mother."

The child said nothing, just repeatedly "Mother," snuggling close to Qiu Hui.

That night, Qiu Hui felt as if she were dreaming, sleepless all night.

The next day, upon seeing Jiang Yunchu, she immediately knelt down, "Host, I was blind and at fault; it's my mistake."

That night, the child had no fever; his sleep was calm, his breathing not rushed.

She knew she was wrong, terribly wrong, having trusted others mistakenly, nearly causing a great disaster.

Jiang Yunchu furrowed her brows, "Get up; in my workshop, there's no such thing as kneeling!"

"I hate soft‑boned people!"

She has always disliked people who kneel at the drop of a hat; besides morally blackmailing others, what else can they do?

Ya Gu and Zhu Tou, seeing Jiang Yunchu with a fierce expression, hurried to help Qiu Hui up.

"Host, I have nothing to repay you with; I am just one person, one life—I will sell myself to you from now on." Qiu Hui's eyes lost their confusion, leaving only determination.

Jiang Yunchu looked at her, "At that doctor's, how much silver did you spend?"

Qiu Hui stared, then gave a bitter smile, "Three taels of silver."

Three taels of silver—over these years she alone worked herself to the bone, unwilling to eat or drink; each time she saved a bit, she brought the child to see a doctor.

"Three taels……"

Jiang Yunchu glanced at Zhu Tou, "Are all the people here?"

Zhu Tou nodded, "Host, all the young and strong have come; they're all waiting in the courtyard."

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Jiang Yunchu today wore all black, with a matching hair ribbon, a long sword at her waist, walked to the courtyard and directly mounted her horse.

"Everyone present?"

She drew her long sword, pointed it to the sky; her voice was cold and hard, her face stern as water.

"Present!"

"Present!"

In that moment, the people in the courtyard raised their sticks one after another, looking on with righteous indignation; their Host, when someone in the workshop suffers injustice, is the one who steps forward.

Then what do these people have to fear?

"Today, someone bullied my people, deceived her of her money, and harmed the child's life—how should we deal with such people?"

She glanced around; there weren't many, but there were also eighty people.

"Beat him, scold him, take back the money."

Jiang Yunchu nodded, "Remember your words; you are the backbone of the workshop, the support of our workshop."

"We of the workshop do not bully others, but we also cannot allow ourselves to be bullied."

"A true man should be vigorous, should protect the weak, should stand tall between heaven and earth."

"Do you understand?"

Zhuang Yan inspected the shop, came over to discuss the Lustrous Jade Soap with her, never expecting to witness such a scene.

The doorman, who used to be respected, now seemed not to see him; everyone's gaze gathered in the middle, on the person riding the tall horse.

She, all in black like ink, emanated an aura that unconsciously attracted and guided people.

"Understood!"

Those people spoke in unison, and even the surrounding wind seemed to pause for a moment.

"Qiu Hui, let's go." Jiang Yunchu glanced at Qiu Hui, then her eyes grew deep; if she retreated, this workshop would no longer have a place for her.

Her path is not one of kneeling, but of fighting.

Everyone from the workshop came out, as if sending warriors to the battlefield; the children widened their eyes, taking in everything before them—this scene would remain in their hearts for a long time, even influencing their future deeply.

"Yes!"

This time, Qiu Hui did not cry, did not kneel, and had no extra words; just a single simple word represented her stance.

From now on, the Host is her faith—a Host who can become the workers' backbone; what more does she have to blame herself for?

What else could they possibly be dissatisfied with?

A class is the most likely to empathize with one another.

When they are in trouble, when something happens to them, they no longer fear having no one to back them up!

Depart!

Zhu Tou bellowed, and the over eighty strong young men, each gripping a stick, marched forward with fierce vigor.

Zhuang Wei inquired of the workshop folk, and only then found out what had happened.

He hurriedly rode a horse along a side path, then went to the Zhuang City magistrate's office, explained the situation, made a fallback plan so that no evildoer would file a complaint first, ensuring Yun chu's identity wouldn't be exposed, and that he wouldn't suffer injustice in Zhuang City.

Along the road, acquaintances they met would ask, and everyone would tell them what was happening.

They walked on, and the story spread along the route.

When they reached the quack doctor's gate, it was not a pharmacy but a household.

"Here?"

Jiang Yunchu looked at Qiu Hui and couldn't help but frown.

"Yes, this is the place. Medicine at the pharmacy is too expensive; I can't afford it. When I held my crying child, this person said he could cure it." As Qiu Hui spoke, she tugged at her own clothes.

This…

How could this not be the tragedy of this age? The poor have no money to see a doctor!

"Zhu Tou, kick the door!" Jiang Yunchu stopped asking and gave the order directly.

The door was a wooden one, swaying weakly; inside there was only an old man, the courtyard was filthy, overgrown with weeds.

With such a commotion outside the door, how could he possibly not hear it?

But who would have thought these people would just kick the door down?

Zhu Tou kicked with one foot; the door didn't even wobble, it just fell straight down, and the over eighty men immediately surrounded the courtyard.