Splendid peasant girl busy farming

4201 - Shouldn't be like this
Not caring about eating, drinking with Blacksmith Luo could only be postponed until night, so Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang rushed to Lao Mu's house.

At Lao Mu's house, there was no one in the yard, the fallen leaves were spread all over the floor, and the kitchen was deserted.

There was no one in the main room, and Chen'er stayed in the west room where Mu Zichuan was.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang coming in, Chen'er quickly stood up from the bed.

"Father, mother, you are here. Uncle Zichuan has a fever. I called him, but he didn't respond." Chen'er said.

Luo Fengtang nodded, passed Chen'er and went straight to the bedside, and raised his hand to press Mu Zichuan's forehead.

Turning to Yang Ruoqing, she said, "My forehead is like a charcoal stove, it's burning hot."

Yang Ruoqing frowned, "I don't know how long he burned, and the two servants in this yard are also gone."

Chen'er said: "A few days ago, when the school hadn't officially closed for the annual holiday, Uncle Zichuan sent the two servants back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year. These few days, Uncle Zichuan lived at home alone."

Yang Ruoqing was startled, she hadn't visited Lao Mu's house for a while.

On the one hand, I am busy in the twelfth lunar month, not only my family is busy with the New Year, but also the business in several places has reached the end of the year.

In addition, Lao Yang's family, Sun's family, Zhou's family, childbirth, marriage, engagement, and broken leg took turns. She felt that she was so busy that she never stopped.

Furthermore, she also knew that Chen'er had a crush on Mu Zichuan, and would often come to Mu Zichuan to talk and discuss academic matters when she came back.

Therefore, she also slipped less naturally.

Unexpectedly, the servants of the old Mu's family were sent away a few days ago, and Mu Zichuan lived alone these few days.

"I'm really ashamed, your father and I don't even know about this, you have to tell us, son." Yang Ruoqing said.

After that, she raised her head and said to Luo Fengtang: "Hurry up and ask Uncle Fu to come over and have a look, if it doesn't work, we have to send him to the town clinic."

Chen'er said: "Father, mother, I'll invite Uncle Fu to come over."

Yang Ruoqing said: "You go home to eat, and mother will call."

Chen'er: "But..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Chen'er is obedient, it's okay to come back after eating. Your grandpa and grandma are still waiting for you to go back and eat together. Mother made boiled beef tenderloin today. You can try it."

Chen'er obediently left.

Here, Yang Ruoqing also got up and was about to call Uncle Fu, but Luo Fengtang stopped her.

"I'll go, you stay and take care of Zichuan," he said.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Men and women are different, it's inconvenient, and there's no special care at this moment, what I can do, you can too, it's nothing more than getting some cold water and twisting a towel on his forehead to cool down."

Luo Fengtang thought for a while, although he believed in his wife, the daughter-in-law had her own sense of proportion.

But the daughter-in-law was right to worry, leaving her alone in the west room to take care of Zichuan, if those people in the village who like to gossip saw her, she might have to make up a lot of things.

"Sure, then I'll get a cold water veil for Zi Chuan to cool down." Luo Fengtang got up and went to the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing went to the south of the village to find Uncle Fu as quickly as possible.

When she brought Uncle Fu back to Mu's house, Mu Zichuan still didn't wake up, lying there with a veil on his forehead.

Luo Fengtang stood by the bed, rubbing his hands nervously, with an anxious expression on his face.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard footsteps coming in.

"Uncle Fu, this way please!" He hurried over to help take Uncle Fu's medicine box.

Uncle Fu nodded, without any unnecessary greetings, he went directly to the bedside to take Mu Zichuan's pulse, check his eyelids and tongue coating...

"When he has a cold, I'll give him medicine to drive away the wind and suppress the cold first." Fu Bo said.

Luo Fengtang said: "Uncle Fu, what can he do with his persistent high fever?"

Uncle Fu glanced at Luo Fengtang, and smiled: "Your wife, Qing'er, is the best at reducing fever, you just need to ask her, her method of reducing fever is combined with the medicine I prescribed, as long as Mu Zichuan doesn't go out for a few days to scare you." The wind and the cold will gradually get better."

Yang Ruoqing was boiling medicine in the kitchen, while Luo Fengtang was watching over Mu Zichuan's bedside.

During this period, Chen'er and Luo Baobao came over again after they were full.

"Chen'er, go home and ask your uncle for some shochu, and tell him that we want to bring down your uncle Zi Chuan's fever." Yang Ruoqing ordered.

Chen'er hurried home to take it, and after a while, he brought the shochu over.

It takes a while to boil the medicine, and three bowls of water boil into one bowl.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing boiled a large pot of hot water, poured some shochu into the hot water and brought it to the west room.

Open Mu Zichuan's closet and find him clean underwear.

Suddenly, her fingers touched a stack of papers at the bottom of the cabinet, and she took them out to glance at them casually.

Seeing this, her hands trembled in fright, and she quickly put the paper back into the bottom of the closet and put it back in place.

"Qing'er, did you find the clothes?"

Luo Fengtang did not know when he had come behind her and asked.

This made Yang Ruoqing even more surprised, she turned around, her eyes were a little afraid to meet his, as if she had done a very modest thing.

Fortunately, Luo Fengtang didn't seem to notice anything, he took Mu Zichuan's clothes from her hand, and then calmly said to her: "Chen'er and I help Zichuan wipe his body and reduce his fever and change clothes, you and the baby go out first. "

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Then I'll go to the kitchen to serve the medicine."

Quickly took Luo Baobao's hand out of the house and came to the kitchen.

Squatting in front of the small stove with a cattail fan gently fanning the fire at the bottom of the stove, she was absent-minded, her mind was full of the paintings she had seen earlier.

Although she only looked at a few pictures on the front, she had a hunch that she must be drawn on the drawing paper underneath.

Standing, sitting, frontal, profile, smiling, tense...

Happy, frowning, surprised, indifferent...

She herself had never observed so carefully that she had so many colorful expressions, but Mu Zichuan drew them all on paper.

I don't know when he painted it. Didn't he say he had put it down?Why are you still drawing those things?

Can't he get out of the dead end of the past and start his new life?
Didn't he already agree to the Liu family's marriage? Liu Doukou is still waiting for him to come out of his filial piety to marry her.

He really shouldn't be like this. Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help being a little annoyed!

The movements in his hands couldn't help but quicken, and the cattail fan made a clanging sound.

"Mother, mother!"

Luo Baobao suddenly jumped up to her and pressed her hand.

"What's the matter?" she asked in surprise.

Because the girl's eyes widened in front of her, and her eyes were full of surprise.

"Mother, I still have to ask you, what are you thinking about? You are so preoccupied, the medicine is boiling out!" Luo Baobao pointed to the medicine pot on the small stove.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the small stove, oh, I'll go, it really boiled out.

So he quickly dropped the fan and got up, took down the medicine jar and put it on the ground.

(End of this chapter)