The gray-haired grandma was very happy to see Feng Bingwen who was in good spirits.
"I want boiling water!"
Although he was a little embarrassed, Feng Bingwen still made the request firmly.
The Buddha said that a scoop of water contained 48,000 worms. It was no joke. He didn't want a bunch of worms to live in his stomach. There are no Pagoda Candies now.
"I understand, my young master!"
The old woman also knew that her grandson was particular about it, but she didn't understand it at first, but after a few years he got used to it. If he likes to drink boiled water, let him drink it. The old man's monthly salary is pretty good, and he can still afford a little firewood.
"grandmother!"
Feng Bingwen knew that his habit of drinking boiled water was too luxurious in this era, but he had no choice, the risk of drinking boiled water was too great.
Drinking raw water for a long time will 100% lead to parasites, and you may also be infected with various strange diseases. If you get sick in the farming era, most of the time you can only pray that your body is good enough to survive.
"Still sleepy?"
The old woman brought a bowl of steaming water, which had been boiled on the stove.
"Still a little sleepy!"
"Just drink water and continue sleeping. You'll be fine until you wake up tomorrow!"
"Um."
Feng Bingwen looked at his grandma's kind and loving face, as if fever was not a big problem, but if he remembered correctly, colds and fevers could be fatal before the development of modern medicine.
"call--"
Feng Bingwen breathed out with some difficulty, and then, with the help of his grandma, he slowly drank the warm water. After feeling a little more comfortable, he lay down and fell asleep amidst the overwhelming sleepiness.
"Wen'er——"
"Go home!"
"Wen'er——"
"Go home!"
...Drowsily, Feng Bingwen opened his eyes. The sky outside the window was dim and it was already dusk. Turning his head slightly, he could see his grandfather writing something on the desk in the room, illuminated by the setting sun.
Next, the old man's face is inexplicably a bit majestic.
Listening carefully, he could hear his grandma calling faintly outside the window, calling his nickname. What made him feel strange was that every time his grandma shouted, there would be a voice responding.
The two singing voices gradually faded away in the dusk, and the village suddenly became extremely peaceful, with no one seeming to move around.
"Are you awake? Are you hungry? Your grandma has heated up two white masks for you and kept them warm in the pot. If you are hungry, I will bring them to you."
Feng Lingjun noticed Feng Bingwen opening his eyes and asked with a smile, feeling very good.
"I'll just eat half of it."
Although he was very weak, Feng Bingwen really had no appetite, but he knew that after falling ill, he should find ways to put something in his stomach.
"OK."
The old man responded, then got up and went to the kitchen stove, took out half a warm white mask, and handed it to some children on the bed who were sleepy and not in good condition.
Feng Bingwen sat on the bed and nibbled on half of the white mask. Just when he was about to finish nibbling, he saw his grandma holding a white porcelain sea bowl with a warm smile on her face, leading a very familiar person.
My aunt walked into the door.
"Wen'er is awake? It's okay. Once you get some sleep, nothing will happen tomorrow morning."
In Feng Bingwen's incomprehensible eyes, he watched his grandma place the bowl she was holding upside down on the bedside and then cover it with a pillow.
"What's this?"
Feng Bingwen glanced at the white porcelain sea bowl half exposed under the pillow, and looked confused. However, seeing the happy expressions on the faces of the adults in the room, he couldn't say much.
He lay on the bed and listened to the adults in a daze as they muttered a few words. The aunt who came back with his grandma said goodbye and left. When the night got dark, he was sleepy again, sleeping on the uncomfortable pillow.
Fell asleep.
Kick-kick——
In the early morning, with the sound of a rooster crowing outside the window, Feng Bingwen suddenly opened his eyes. The warm sunshine had penetrated into the house from the window, reflecting the uneven mud floor on the floor of the room, making it look very shabby.
But in fact, his family has spread far and wide, and is a well-to-do family that most people would envy. Ordinary people cannot afford to provide a child with boiled water every day.
"Huh? I'm fine!"
Feng Bingwen got out of bed and moved his body, because he was full of energy at this time. The groggy head and hot and uncomfortable feeling yesterday were gone forever. His whole body was clear and incomparable, and he seemed to be even better than before he fell ill.
Feeling a little more comfortable.
Feng Bingwen was even more confused. He really couldn't understand the logic behind it.
He had a fever. As a result, he didn't take any medicine. He just lay on the bed, drank some boiled water, and ate some steamed buns. Then his grandma went outside to call around and came back with a bowl for him to cushion.
After a good night's sleep, nothing happened the next morning. It was as if the recovery was fake.
"Brother Wenzi! Brother Wenzi!"
Just when Feng Bingwen was puzzled, hilarious and noisy sounds came from outside the house, and several energetic monkeys rushed into the house from outside.
"Why didn't you guys come to see me yesterday?"
Looking at these playmates from the same village, Feng Bingwen, who was particularly energetic at this time, thought of something.
"My mother didn't let me come to you. She said you were frightened and you definitely couldn't get up yesterday. You were unmotivated."
A skinny monkey-like child replied, grinning, his black eyes like black spots moving around, looking particularly smart.
"Do you know if I will be fine today?"
Feng Bingwen felt very outrageous.
"Aren't you just scared? Your grandma shouted in the village last night. You will definitely be fine today."
The few kids who came to see Feng Bingwen thought it was normal. They were born and raised here, but Feng Bingwen had wisdom from his previous life, so he just thought it was outrageous, very outrageous.
"Then you weren't scared?"
"No."
"We had a lot of fun yesterday. Even if we wanted to come to you, the adults wouldn't let us."
"Am I the only one with a fever?"
Feng Bingwen felt even more outrageous. Why? We had already played in the wasteland behind the village. Why did he fall down? Why did he bully him for having wisdom in his previous life?
"yes!"
"Why?"
Feng Bingwen only felt that it was unfair, how could this unfortunate thing happen to him.
"have no idea!"
A group of dolls rolling around in the mud naturally don't understand these things.
"I'll find someone to ask!"
It would be fine if everyone was unlucky, but he was the only one who had a fever. Feng Bingwen couldn't bear this tone.
"Second Master!"
Unable to understand, Feng Bingwen left the house with a group of followers, and then immediately spotted an old man walking into the fields outside the village with a hoe on his back.
Ordinarily, when a child meets an adult, it is like a mouse meeting a cat, but Feng Bingwen stopped the old man very generously.