Accumulate good fortune and do good deeds

"He was poisoned. I don't know what kind of poison it was, but I'm sure he won't live long."

Grandpa Calabash pointed, "As for the red energy you see is the murderous energy, he should have killed many people, and the black energy should be the corpse energy brought out from the ancient tomb. Both types of energy will deplete the Yang energy in his body.

In addition, I am afraid that I will not survive for a month if I am poisoned."

It turns out that the big bad guy only has one month to live.

If he died, what would happen to his son?

Mianmian felt that the big bad guy brought it upon himself and deserved his death, but the big brother on the bed was innocent.

"Master, is there any way to save that brother?"

"He is not sick, but poisoned. There are a lot of unclean things in the room. Move everything out of the room and ask your master to nurse him back to health. He is expected to recover, but it depends on how long he survives.

His own creation.”

"I am also in the room, so wouldn't I also be poisoned?"

"It takes years of foundation. If you stand for a while, it won't be a problem."

Mianmian breathed a sigh of relief and said with a troubled face, "Master, I think moving the dirty things out of the house might help my little brother's condition."

Only then did Mr. Mo realize that there were many valuable items placed in the room, many of which were made of patent leather. Children's rooms were usually filled with wooden furniture or porcelain, and lacquerware was rarely placed.

Could it be that these things were brought up from below?

Would Magistrate Hu be so bold as to put the things dug out from underneath in his son's room?

Mr. Mo asked: "Magistrate Hu, are these things always placed in the room?"

Magistrate Hu frowned and didn't understand why Doctor Mo asked suddenly, "No, these things were not originally placed here. It was Jun Bao who liked me so they moved them here. Does Doctor Mo think it's inappropriate?"

Mr. Mo thought for a while and said: "Children are weak. If these things have been stored in the warehouse or underground, they will be contaminated with poisonous things. If they are left in the child's room for a long time, the child will be weak and weak.

Just like your master."

"Is my son sick because of these things?" The voice suddenly became louder.

Mr. Mo glanced at Mianmian and said hesitantly: "I'm not sure yet, but so many things are piled up in the young master's room in a disorderly manner, which causes the air to not circulate, and the young master's recovery is also slow."

Magistrate Hu thought of something, and there was a hint of evil in his eyes.

"Hurry up and move everything out of the young master's room, quickly."

The servants immediately took action, and the house suddenly became chaotic. All the family members rushed up to move things, and there was no place to stay.

Mianmian swung flexibly among these people without touching anyone.

Mr. Mo suddenly patted her and said, "Be honest and don't move."

Mianmian responded obediently.

The steward hesitated to speak, "Master, these are all good things, and they are all liked by the young master. If they are moved away, the young master will wake up and not see them, and he will be angry."

Magistrate Hu said: "Even if you are angry, you have to wake up."

What's the use of being angry if you can't wake up?

"Everyone, please be gentle, don't break it."

"It's Master."

The steward stared at Mr. Mo's back, as if something was about to pop out of his eyes.

Mianmian frowned, thought for a moment, and stared back.

Steward: "..."

Hu Xian was about to die, and Mianmian was very tolerant of the dying villain, "Mr. Hu, your son's illness may be related to something you have done. If you want your son to be safe, you might as well make good friends."

, do more good deeds, and if you do more good deeds, you will have more blessings, and maybe your son will be fine."

"How dare you curse my master?" the steward scolded.

Mianmian was unconvinced, "What did I say? Isn't it right to do good deeds to accumulate blessings? Is it possible that if you do bad deeds, you will go to the eighteenth level of hell after death?"

"You? I think you are just here to cause trouble. You can leave. Our young master does not need your treatment."

"You are so strange. My master is obviously healing your young master, but you want to drive us away. Could it be that you want to harm your young master?"

The steward's face suddenly turned pale, and he glared at Mianmian, "What nonsense are you talking about, little girl? I watched the young master grow up, how could you possibly harm him, and you have to speak arrogantly and slander me here."

Magistrate Hu suddenly spoke in a cold voice, "Tell her to shut up."

The steward laughed dryly and stepped aside, but kept his eyes on Mianmian.

Mianmian snorted at the steward, then turned to Magistrate Hu and said.

"The so-called accumulating blessings means doing good deeds. You can use your money to help the people, or you can spend the money on the poor to feed and clothe them. If they are moved by you, they will really appreciate you, even if

It is you who have accumulated blessings, and these blessings will eventually be returned to you or your children."

"What do you, a little girl, know? Are you here to swindle money?"

Mianmian is indeed here for money, but it is definitely not a scam.

"I'm not a liar, but I did come here for the reward of one thousand taels of silver. But I didn't do it for myself, but to use the money to buy food and give it back to those who don't have enough to eat."

Speaking of accumulating good fortune, Mian Mian has deep experience, "You can open a porridge shed, or distribute clothes and medicinal materials to the poor, or donate money and materials to some poor places, and help them build roads. These are all considered

It's a good thing, and the people you help will definitely thank you, but you can't bully them."

Magistrate Hu listened attentively and said, "If the steward takes out two thousand taels of silver, if not five thousand taels, we will do as she says."

The steward looked on anxiously, "Master, you don't really listen to what the little girl says, do you? She is just talking nonsense. I must not believe her words. Can the young master live after spending this money?"

Mianmian's face was full of doubts, "You are really strange. Everyone knows that doing good deeds and accumulating merit is a good thing, but why do you just stop him? Is it possible that you just want to watch your brother die on the bed?"

Both the steward and Magistrate Hu were slightly shaken.

At this time, Mr. Mo put away the silver needle and walked to Magistrate Hu, "There has been some improvement, but I can't guarantee whether it will be better or not. Although the child said it naively, sometimes human life is so mysterious.

.”

"That's what Doctor Mo said."

Mr. Mo left the prescription and left. Magistrate Hu called one of his men, "Go and keep an eye on them and see where they live."

"Yes, sir."
Chapter completed!