Farmhouse Pastoral Notes

Chapter 315 Snow Day
It was snowing in the sky, Chunqiu reached out to catch the falling snowflakes outside, the snowflakes melted into small drops of water, Chunqiu was at the door at this moment, wearing a new dress that her mother made for her a few days ago Pure white fur coat.

Chunqiu's face was a little pale, and there was no trace of blood on both sides of his cheeks. Before winter, Chunqiu would have a little cold, but it was not very serious.

As time went by, except for every typhoid fever, Yuan Shi was not at ease, Chunqiu had long been used to it, and even taking medicine, if her mother was not watching, she would not take it obediently.

"Qiu'er, what are you doing standing at the door? Hurry up and go back to the room and lie down." Yuan Shi walked out of the room again as if worried. As soon as she reached the door, she noticed Chunqiu who was not obedient. So agile, Yuan was worried that it was cold today and that Chunqiu's typhoid fever would recur again, so when he saw Chunqiu coming out, he hurriedly called Chunqiu back to the house to keep warm.

"Mother, Qiu'er has been lying in the room for several days, and her body has long been exhausted." Chunqiu leaned lazily on the door frame beside him, and acted like a baby to Yuan Shi who was walking over quickly. There was still charcoal burning in the room, and Chunqiu He really didn't like the smell in the house, so he sneaked out while her mother was away to let the wind go.

"How can I do that? Go back to bed and lie down by yourself." Yuan Shi ignored Chunqiu's coquettishness, walked to Chunqiu's side, stretched out his hand to take Chunqiu's arm and entered the room.

Chunqiu rolled his eyes helplessly, but fortunately he had already breathed out, even if he went back to the house and lay down, he didn't feel as uncomfortable as before. He sat by the bed with her mother's strength, Chunqiu's eyes were a little pitiful, no matter who It would be silly to stay in the house for several days without going out.

Yuan Shi didn't pay attention to Chunqiu's boring little movements, she held Chunqiu's hand and told her back and forth, for fear that her daughter's carelessness would make herself sick again.

"By the way, Qiu'er, mother has stewed some pork rib soup in the kitchen, you must be hungry, mother will take it for you now"

After Yuan Shi finished speaking happily, she reached out and patted Chunqiu's little hand, turned around and went out to the kitchen.

Chunqiu twitched the corners of his mouth at her mother's back, her mother's habit of making soup when she was sick has not been cured yet.

After a while, Yuan Shi came back with a pot of steaming porcelain pots, put the pots on the table, Yuan Shi picked up the white porcelain bowls that had been prepared earlier, opened the pots, and The iron spoon scooped out a bowl full of fresh and thick pork rib soup.

The strong aroma of spareribs attracted the surrounding air, Chunqiu sniffed quietly, and after feeling the smell in the nostrils, Chunqiu moved her lips unconsciously, eating early in the morning, she is now a little I'm hungry.

Noticing Chunqiu's small movements, Yuan approached with a white porcelain bowl with a smile on his face, carefully blew out the pork rib soup in the white porcelain bowl, and then handed the white porcelain bowl to Chunqiu, "Be careful, be careful not to burn your tongue"

Chunqiu took the white porcelain bowl from her mother's hand, and drank it slowly. After two mouthfuls of pork rib soup, Chunqiu felt a faint heat rising from his lower abdomen.

"Qiu'er, do you want more? Is there still a lot in the jar?" Seeing her daughter drink up all the pork rib soup in the white porcelain bowl, Yuan asked hurriedly.

After finishing a bowl of pork rib soup, Chunqiu felt a little unsatisfied, and handed the empty porcelain bowl to her mother, Chunqiu smiled and nodded, "I want more"

"Eh"

Yuan Shi responded with a smile, then turned around and went to the table to scoop up another bowl.

After eating two bowls of pork rib soup, Chunqiu felt warm and swollen in his lower abdomen. After rejecting her mother's offer to fill another bowl, Chunqiu felt sleepy.

Enduring sleepiness, Chunqiu talked to her mother for a while, Yuan patted Chunqiu on the shoulder, and said in a warm voice, "Qiu'er, you are tired, take a rest, mother will watch the snow for a while I can't stop, your father came home two days ago, and I don't feel relieved that no one is looking at the shop in the front yard, so mother will go and have a look."

"Well, mother, you go over quickly, I'm fine here"

Yuan Shi smiled, and carefully put the corner of the quilt covering Chunqiu's body under his armpit, and then went out.

In the afternoon, Zhou Huaiyan came over without a servant.

When Zhou Huaiyan came over, Chunqiu was sitting by the bed flipping through books, watching Zhou Huaiyan come in, just as Chunqiu wanted to get up and go to the field, Zhou Huaiyan stopped him again.

Chunqiu is a little embarrassed. It stands to reason that men and women have different seats at the age of seven. Now Chunqiu is 11 years old, and his body has long been cramped. Neither of them is a child who doesn't understand anything. How can they lie in bed to meet guests?

Chunqiu was a little embarrassed, she really didn't know why her mother let Zhou Huaiyan in.

In fact, Chunqiu misunderstood Yuan Shi, and Yuan Shi never thought that Chunqiu would stay still on the bed. Normally speaking, at this time, Chunqiu had already gotten up and moved.

Not only Chunqiu is embarrassed, but Zhou Huaiyan who is beside him is also a little embarrassed.

He didn't expect that it was just an ordinary visit, and there would be something in front of him. Fortunately, Chunqiu was wearing clothes, but she hated the cold outside, so she curled up on the bed and didn't want to get up.

The surrounding air seemed a little quiet because neither of them spoke, Chunqiu lowered his head and peeked at each other's shoes, and his thoughts drifted to nowhere.

"Junior Sister, I heard from my aunt that Junior Sister accidentally caught the cold, how is it doing now? Are you feeling better?"

In the end, it was Zhou Huaiyan who broke the peaceful atmosphere.

"Well, brother, please sit down, my body is fine, the typhoid fever is just an accidental cold." Chunqiu stretched out his hand and gestured "please".

Zhou Huaiyan sat on the stool closest to Chunqiu, and said loudly, "Junior sister, let senior brother take your pulse for you."

Chunqiu did not refuse, and handed her white hands to Zhou Huaiyan.

"...Well, the pulse is stable, just take two days of decoction"

"With senior brother, mother finally doesn't have to force me to take those miserable soups anymore." Chunqiu retracted his wrist, and joked with Zhou Huaiyan with a smile.

Zhou Huaiyan smiled, "Don't junior sisters like soup and medicine?"

Chunqiu frowned, "The decoction is very bitter." Besides, the decoction is also a medicine, and the medicine is [-]% poisonous, she doesn't like it.

"Hehe, eat more candied fruit," Zhou Huaiyan gave a suggestion.

Chunqiu smiled helplessly, "The candied fruit is too sweet, my mother won't let me eat it"

Zhou Huaiyan spread his hands helplessly, "Then there's nothing I can do, please send my condolences to my junior sister."

Chunqiu looked at Zhou Huaiyan with resentment on his face, did the other party come here specially to laugh at her today?

"Brother, why are you free to come over today? Isn't this thatched cottage busy?"

Chunqiu wisely changed the subject, this kind of victory and defeat has already been divided into topics, so it is no different for her to talk more.

"This cottage is okay, probably because I don't like to go out in snowy weather."

Chunqiu raised his eyebrows, "Brother, are you blatantly skipping work?"

"Skipping work?" Zhou Huaiyan didn't understand the new vocabulary that came out of Chunqiu's mouth.

"Hehe, it's AWOL," Chunqiu explained in another way.

"That's unbearable, it's not that serious," Zhou Huaiyan said helplessly.

(End of this chapter)