Ye Aiguo's face looked a little ugly, but since one of them refused to take his clothes and the other asked him to leave, would it be okay if he didn't leave?
He had no choice but to turn around and leave. Before leaving, he said: "Comrade Zhao Weilan, please help the village more in the future. Let me thank you on behalf of everyone in advance."
"You have such a big face. When I help others, people will come to thank me. Do you need to thank me?" After Zhao Weilan said this, she glanced at the boss and said, that's it. She has drawn a clear line with the scumbag. He doesn't need to.
Be jealous anymore.
But the boss was still gloomy, and he didn't feel better until Ye Aiguo left.
Well, the boss is the boss, and the jealous Fang Zhen is different from others. Whether it's fighting, bickering, or saying nice things, they can't talk anyway.
He's just a bit overbearing, nothing else wrong with him.
After another two days, the weather finally cleared up. Everyone seemed very happy. The brigade also organized people to beat corn, sorghum and wheat.
But I didn't expect that Party Secretary Song came to see Zhao Weilan that day, coughing while talking.
"Xiao Zhao, I heard that you recovered from illness a few days ago?"
"Yeah, okay."
"You don't know, it's been quite cold these days. Several people are coughing...cough, just like me who keeps coughing. It's not easy to go away. Do you think there is any way to cure it?"
This attitude seemed to be much better than when he presided over her wedding before. Zhao Weilan was not happy because of this. Instead, she felt that some men in this village still looked down on women from the bottom of their hearts.
The attitude of the people they fled from other places would not be like this, only the aborigines would be like this.
People who have escaped from famine care very much about their wives and daughters, and they know how difficult it is to keep them company along the way.
But as for the aborigines, nothing major has happened and they are still the old feudal people.
Zhao Weilan thought so in her heart, but she still said on the surface: "This is a cold cough. You only need to pick a few kinds of grass and boil water to drink it, and it will be cured quickly."
"Then I'll leave this matter to you. When everyone is cured, everyone will thank you." Song Zhishu said.
Zhao Weilan snorted in her heart, who cares about so many people's thanks? Besides, your organization won't be able to thank you when the time comes?
She originally wanted to take out the prescription and let others collect it, but Ye Mingjie on the side said directly: "No."
"Is there any problem with this?" Party Secretary Song was still very polite to Ye Mingjie.
"She is young and her illness is just right." Ye Mingjie expressed his thoughts with a strong attitude. Zhao Weilan was still young and her illness was just right, so she could not go to collect medicine.
"This..." Several herbs need to be protected like this.
"Let's do this, party secretary. I'll write down what herbs are used. You ask a few people to pick them. After picking them, bring the herbs to me. I'll pick them and don't mix them with other things. Then let the sick people pick them.
Just take it back and boil water to drink."
"Yes, that's okay too."
"Okay." Ye Mingjie also agreed.
Party Secretary Song nodded and left. He didn't think much about it, but Zhao Weilan breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he didn't win any work points, he at least gained face for himself. Those people came to his house to get herbs. When Ye Aiguo saw it, he wasn't angry?
Zhao Weilan knew that this was a bit childish, but he had killed himself in his previous life. What happened to this man? She thought it was okay.
Turning back to Ye Mingjie, he said: "Brother Ye, I know you like Jing. However, there can be no mistakes in this herbal medicine. Can you be patient for a little longer?"
Ye Mingjie nodded and said, "It doesn't matter."
He is now speaking more and more fluently. Although he still can't speak more words, this kind of short conversation can still be achieved. Seeing that he only said three words and the other party seemed very happy, he couldn't help but shake his head.
: Silly girl, others are so happy when they use her. Fortunately, she was not allowed to go out to collect herbs, otherwise her feet would be swollen.
Although it is said that in this era, men are treated like beasts and women are treated like men. But his women have to be pampered and pampered. As long as he can do something, he will never let his woman do it.
It’s just that my legs are not good. If my legs and feet were good, then all the work must be my own.
Less than half an hour after Party Secretary Song went out, a young man came to get a list of herbal medicines. He was literate and could help others pick herbs.
Zhao Weilan gave him what she had written, and also wrote the name of the herbal medicine place on it. This way it was clear at a glance and he could understand it, said hello and left.
The young man had no problem picking some small weeds. They came back in the middle of the morning and brought back a lot of herbs. Each of them hugged each other, which made Zhao Weilan open her eyes wide in shock.
Was she going to pick herbs or hunt pigweed? Why did she get so much? She couldn’t laugh or cry, so she sat outside with a stool and started picking herbs. She tied a portion of the grass together, and after tying it three times, Ye Mingjie also mentioned
He sat next to her on a stool and started to make herbs as she did. When he was done, he showed Zhao Weilan. She nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Ye, you are so smart, you picked just the right one."