Woke Up (Part 8)

The money box should have contained the original owner's wages, plus some money left over from selling the newly harvested rice after paying taxes a few days ago.

They had sold the new rice and exchanged it for rough rice to saving some money.

Altogether, there should have been one or two silver coins, half of which were intended to repay debts.

But now, there was not a single coin left.

Liang Hongyu's hopes were shattered.

"Did all the money... were spent on medicine?"

Huo Tianzhou avoided her gaze, looking embarrassed.

At that time, Liang Hongyu was critically ill, and the village doctor refused to treat her without paying him first.

With no money of his own, Huo Tianzhou had no choice but to use Liang Hongyu's money.

He had already been a burden, and now he had spent all the money...

Huo Tianzhou's eyes fell on the charcoal on the ground, his dark gaze flickering.

He walked over and picked up the charcoal again.

Liang Hongyu finished reading the new words that was written on the ground, then glanced up at him, unsurprised.

Even though he couldn't support himself, he still thought about repaying debts.

Quite dignified.

Thinking of this in her heart, Liang Hongyu couldn't help but remind him of reality: "How will you repay it back?"

Huo Tianzhou pursed his lips and his expression looks even more embarrassed.

Feeling like she might be pushing him too hard, Liang Hongyu changed the subject: "Did you hire Doctor Sheng from the village?"

The topic was changed suddenly, and Huo Tianzhou hesitated for a moment before nodding his head in response.

There was only one doctor in the village, whose medical skills were mediocre at best.

He could only handle minor illnesses and followed strictly the prescription on the textbook when prescribing medication.

In these times, doctors were scarce, and even those with mediocre skills were highly valued in the village.

The real issue wasn't the lack of skill but the greed and unscrupulousness of the village doctor.

Liang Hongyu had just examined the medicinal herbs, which were just simple remedies for colds.

They can be found on the mountains easily, yet the doctor had the nerve to charge them more than a tael of silver for a few doses.

His expression turned solem, and Huo Tianzhou become more and more silent.

After being quiet for a while, he moved his hand to continue writing.

Seeing his youthful arrogance and seemingly untouched by the harsh realities of life, Liang Hongyu couldn't hold back and said, "No one buys your bamboo baskets. How are you planning to earn enough?"

Her tone was harsh, but she spoke the truth.

The village had no shortage of skilled bamboo weavers, and few of them would come to buy it from him.

Even in town, there weren't many people who would buy it from him just because of his condition.

Huo Tianzhou held the charcoal and did not writing for a long time.

His shoulders were slightly hunched, and his frail figure looked as if even a slight weight could crush him.