Mr. Song didn't want to pay attention to his son, and the people in front and behind were really noisy.
Song Guangyan was confused. He came out of the house and went straight to find Mrs. Xu. He wanted to discuss with Mrs. Xu whether he should go to the city and hire a good doctor to diagnose his pulse. Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Mrs. Xu's face rising.
A hint of a smile.
Song Guangyan said: "What are you..."
"Dad's illness is not urgent," Mrs. Xu pulled Song Guangyan into the house, "wait and see."
Song Guangyan said: "This can wait?" You can't delay the illness of the old or the young. Mrs. Xu should understand this. Is there another reason?
Mrs. Xu saw that her man was extremely anxious, so she could only reveal a few words: "I think our father has a heart disease. Heart disease is different from others. We need to find out where the root of the disease is."
Although Song Zhuangyuan was full of knowledge, he was not very knowledgeable in these matters. When Xu said this, he began to think about whether he had done something wrong.
"It has nothing to do with the master," Mrs. Xu tugged at Song Guangyan, "It's... Well, let's put it this way, dad's illness started when Mr. Zheng came to Taozhou."
This is also the conclusion that Xu came to after thinking about it many times.
"Mr. Zheng?" Song Guangyan was a little surprised, "Mr. Zheng Yi from Min County? Why is that?"
Song Guangyan said that the scene of the Zhao girl following Zheng Yi to the village always came to mind. He heard that the Zhao girl was Zheng Yi's disciple and studied medicine with Zheng Yi.
His eyes lit up when he thought of this: "I know, dad is worried that Mr. Zheng will steal someone from him."
Mrs. Xu looked at Song Guangyan in surprise, but she didn't expect that the master would also notice it.
"I'll go talk to my father."
Song Guangyan was in a hurry to go out, but Mrs. Xu held him back: "This is all our guess. We have to take another look. If we make a mistake, dad's face will be disgraced, right?"
Song Guangyan made some sense when he thought about it: "Then what should we do now?"
"Wait," Mrs. Xu said, "I think it's been so many days, it should be almost done."
As soon as Xu finished speaking, she heard Old Mrs. Yang's voice coming from outside.
"I heard that sir is not feeling well. I came to take a look."
Mrs. Xu was immediately overjoyed. She was not coming anymore. She immediately dusted her dress with her hands, and then looked at Song Guangyan: "I'll go out first, and I'll come over soon to salute Mrs. Yang."
It was necessary to salute. Song Guangyan would go without asking, but Song Zhuangyuan didn't know why he had to wait a while before going. When Xu left the room, he specifically blinked at him, but he was really confused.
.
When Mrs. Xu saw Mrs. Yang, the sadness on her face melted away a little.
Old Mrs. Yang said: "How is sir?"
Mrs. Xu shook her head: "I only used half a bowl of porridge today and refused to eat anything else."
Old Mrs. Yang said: "You don't want to eat eggs either?"
Xu said: "I haven't eaten eggs for three days."
This is terrible. In Mrs. Yang's heart, eggs are the life of Mr. Song. What is so uncomfortable about it that makes Mr. Song even risk his life?
Mrs. Yang was busy outside all day long and didn't know many things, so she asked: "Can I ask the doctor?"
Mrs. Xu nodded: "Please, I've taken the medicine, but I haven't seen any improvement. What do you think I should do? I have no idea at all."
Mrs. Yang looked at the kitchen: "How about I try cooking some food?"
What does Mrs. Yang do? It’s the food that farmers eat. Today I found a handful of wild vegetables on the field. They just sprouted and looked very strange. The wild vegetable cakes she made were loved by the children in the family, but this time she didn’t
Making wild vegetable pancakes is a waste of time with such tender wild vegetables.
She just made a bowl of egg sauce, cooked boiled rice, and washed a plate of wild vegetables. But there were also good things. There was a can of chicken soup cooked on the small clay stove, but the dried mushrooms were missing.
When the aroma wafted from the kitchen, Mr. Song's stomach began to growl. He wanted to pretend to be asleep, but then he was told not to get up. The meal was not ready, but he already felt uncomfortable.
It’s strange. I haven’t had an appetite for so many days. Why do I feel like the food tastes so good today?
Mrs. Xu was not idle either. While helping, she talked about how difficult it was for Mr. Song these days.
"I can't even read the book anymore."
"I asked to go take a look at the field ridge, but I refused."
"Teaching a few kids, I think, is just a matter of force."
"If you don't talk to us on weekdays, eating something every day is more difficult than taking medicine."
Mrs. Xu couldn't help but say: "I heard from the second master before that my father was even more seriously ill than this on the way to move. Thank you for taking care of your family."
Listening to Mrs. Xu's words, Mrs. Yang carefully recalled every detail of taking care of Mr. Song. It seemed... it wasn't that difficult. What can I say? She just made some food casually, just like feeding the pigs and piglets at home. , Piggy’s food is soft, but it comes out of the same pot.
Mrs. Xu continued: "If you didn't come, I might have to go look for you. My father has been doing well when I ate at your house before, and it's just this time..."
"It's not spring plowing anymore," Old Mrs. Yang said, "Our family just makes do with one meal, or we just get food from the canteen. I thought about Mr. Song and you, so I didn't think about it."
Mrs. Xu continued: "I have caused trouble to you. You still have to take care of Mr. Zheng."
"Mr. Zheng is from Min County," said Mrs. Yang. "We didn't have much contact with them before. How difficult is it for them to come and help us? We are all guests from far away. No matter how busy our family is, we have to take good care of our guests." , do you think this is true?"
Ms. Xu nodded hurriedly. She felt relieved after hearing this. Her father's illness should be mostly cured.
Mrs. Xu knocked on the door. Mr. Song swallowed hurriedly, rubbed the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and stroked his beard, pretending to be nonchalant.
"Dad," Mrs. Xu said, "the old lady of the Zhao family is worried about your health, so she came here to prepare a meal for you. You must eat some, so don't waste the efforts of the old lady of the Zhao family."
"What old lady from the Zhao family?" Mr. Song asked.
Mrs. Xu immediately covered her mouth, but no, she shouldn't call her husband's surname, after all, they were divorced.
"It's Old Mrs. Yang," Mrs. Xu said, "Old Mrs. Yang said that she has been very busy recently. At the moment, she can only take care of the outside affairs and take care of the guests from outside. She can't even take care of the home."
These words... seemed to make sense. Mr. Song suddenly felt that he felt much more comfortable today, and he slowly stood up from the rocking chair.
When Mrs. Xu saw Mr. Song like this, she almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. It seemed that her guess was right. Her father was suffering from heart disease. When Old Mrs. Yang came, he was mostly healed. After eating all the food, He will probably be cured.
"That's right, I came here and worked hard to make a meal," Mrs. Xu said, "You will need to eat more in a while."
Mrs. Xu helped Mr. Song sit down in the outer room and served the food with her own hands. Mr. Song wanted to serve some, but he didn't know that his stomach was not strong enough and he let out an untimely growl.
Ms. Xu didn't dare to laugh. Her mother-in-law had passed away for so long, and her father-in-law had no intention of renewing their relationship. Now that she finally had this intention, they naturally had to help.
But... tell your child that she has seen you before kissing her, and connect with your elders... what should you do?
While Mrs. Xu was thinking about it, she heard Zhao Yuanji's voice: "Mistress, someone has sent letters and things. Look, it seems to be my grandfather and uncle..."
Mr. Song's hand shook and the chopsticks almost fell to the ground.