When Cheng Xue opened her eyes early the next morning, she felt dizzy and her eyes hurt.
I used to have no problem staying up for two long nights, but now I feel uncomfortable after half a night.
Seeing Li Heng, who was quietly dressing on the bed, he yawned and said:
"Your dad stayed up late yesterday doing accounting. Be careful when you go to the next door. If your dad falls asleep, don't call him. Go out and walk around by yourself."
"Yeah, okay." Li Heng said while tucking his brother into bed.
Cheng Xue could see clearly that the little guy's eyes showed some distress just now. Sure enough, parents' occasional weakness is very effective, and they should continue to strengthen it in the future.
She simply stopped lying down, got dressed, went to the outhouse, lit a fire and boiled the medicine.
The person next door has to take medicine whether he wakes up or not. It not only reduces fever, but also reduces inflammation and analgesia.
The voices of father and son came from the courtyard. The son asked me to go back and rest, and I told my son to stay out of his own business.
Listening to the conversation between the two, the corners of Cheng Xue's mouth rose.
In the past, Li Heng would never have been so close to his father. If he had something to talk about, or nothing else, he would rather sit aside and be bored than get close to him.
After the medicine was boiled and brought to the next door, the man had already woken up.
"How is it? Does the wound hurt? Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?"
Xiao Qinglin shook his head and said "no", took the medicine bowl and took a sip.
While drinking the medicine, he took the opportunity to look at Cheng Xue. For a very ordinary village woman, she really couldn't associate her with the master who sewed her own belly. But Li Hui had no need to trick him. As expected, people can't be judged by their appearance.
After drinking the medicine, he asked curiously:
"How did my sister-in-law think of using needle and thread to suture the wound? Is the thread always there? Not removed?"
Cheng Xue shrugged with a smile and deliberately thought for a moment before answering:
"It needs to be removed. The belly is different from cotton pants. The flesh can grow on its own. Don't blame us. Your breathing was too weak at that time, and it was not easy to send you to town. I had to save you randomly at home. Fortunately, you were not alive.
Damn it, luckily I hit it by mistake."
Xiao Qinglin tried his best to maintain his demeanor, but the twitching corners of his mouth still revealed his shock.
I bet she used his belly as cotton trousers, which is too cruel!
Adjust your mentality, pretend to be generous, and say:
"No matter whether it was my death that I deserved or my sister-in-law accidentally hit me. It is a fact that I was saved by my sister-in-law. I, Xiao Qinglin, will never forget this kindness."
As he said that, he took out a banknote from under the pillow and handed it over.
Cheng Xue shook her head hurriedly and stepped back a few steps:
"No, no, no, we feel guilty after using more than ten taels of broken silver. We don't dare to ask for this banknote. You can go to sleep and I will make porridge for you. The chicken porridge I made is delicious. Your injury is better than anything else.
, You don’t need to repay the favor, no need, no need.”
After saying that, she took the bowl and left quickly, as if someone was chasing her. When she reached the door, she knocked down the door frame. She was satisfied when she heard the chuckle behind her, and then quickly left the house.
Five hundred taels is so scary. It turns out that farmers are timid.
In this case, when the second uncle takes over the forest farm, gives her man another job, and helps them improve their status in the village, he should be able to repay the life-saving grace.
It's a pity that he had a good plan, but the hero was useless.
A few years later, Xiao Qinglin realized that there is a price to pay for naively judging a person...
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After Cheng Xue returned to the house, she used her special skills to make breakfast.
The last time I was so careful, I was taking care of grandpa. This time I was taking care of Liang Yan’s antiques.
Although he didn't say a few words before and after, this person's identity is by no means simple.
I came from the capital, and I only had more than ten taels of broken silver with me, not counting the two banknotes.
Such a giant crocodile wants to use banknotes to repay his kindness? It’s simply a fantasy!
Of course, she won't ask for this or that like a lion, but she just wants to save it for a rainy day.
Chop the cooked chicken breast into mince. Smash the ginger and garlic with a garlic mortar, filter out the juice and throw away the residue.
Pour in oil and stir-fry, add water, then pour in the rice that has been soaked overnight, and simmer over low heat.
After boiling the pot, the aroma is overflowing and very tempting.
Li Yue came out of the house, rubbed her eyes and said:
"Why did you get up so early? Did you take medicine?"
"I got up because I couldn't sleep." He looked up and saw that her eyes were as swollen as peaches, and added, "Soak the handkerchief in cold water and apply it on your eyes to reduce the swelling."
"It's okay."
After venting yesterday, she felt much better. Her mother also promised her that she would not ignore her again.
Li Yue is simply still in the stage of longing for maternal love. As long as she pays more attention to her in the future, the relationship can be repaired.
"Tangtang, my mother hasn't taken any medicine yet. Why don't you make some medicine for her while you apply it on your eyes?"
"Okay."
She likes the feeling of being assigned tasks.
In this way, she feels that she is indispensable and needed in this family and will not be "sent away".
The chicken porridge is ready, and Li Hui and his son are back from exercise.
It's obviously a little later than yesterday. It probably has something to do with not going to the forest farm to work.
Take out two bowls, an egg, and two steamed buns.
When Li Hui finished washing and entered the room, Cheng Xue pointed at something and said:
"I brought it to the next door to eat with him. The eggs were fat and he couldn't eat them. There wasn't enough porridge, so I made a pot of it. At noon, I cooked the noodles with chicken soup."
"Mom, have you been eating like this these past two days?" Li Heng jumped over, a little excited.
Li Hui patted his forehead, and the little guy said "Hey..." and grinned innocently.
"Dad, can I eat with you and that brother?"
"Call me uncle." Li Hui corrected the title.
Xiao Qinglin is 19 this year, and it seems that he has no problem calling him brother. But Li Hui is already frustrated with being a father to several children, and he really can't stand having a 19-year-old boy as an uncle.
Cheng Xue didn't want to be called "aunt" by a 19-year-old boy, so she stood over Li Hui and said:
"Tiedan has to be called uncle, and there is no difference in seniority. Help your father carry the food, and mother will serve you another bowl. If there is not enough, come back and serve it, so you take good care of your father and Uncle Xiao."
"Okay, mother, don't worry."
Li Heng, who is so out of the ordinary, is much more cheerful than the previous two days.
Li Hui looked at Cheng Xue, whose eyes were red, and whispered:
"I've worked hard for you these past few days. When I'm done, I'll take you to my uncle's house to relax and stay for a few more days."
"Come over quickly. If you need anything, send the iron egg back to get it."
Li Hui said "Hmm" and went out. Before entering the room, he heard Li Heng chattering.
Just after I said that the chicken porridge was delicious, I immediately changed the subject and said that the dog at home is very fierce.
Li Hui saw Xiao Qinglin's stiff face clearly and hurriedly cleared his throat and interrupted:
"You don't talk when you eat, you don't talk when you sleep, and you forget all the rules?"
"No, I'm afraid that Uncle Xiao will be boring, so I'll tell him about the customs and customs here." Li Heng defended himself, "Besides, I haven't eaten either, so I'm feeding Uncle Xiao! Dad, the porridge made by my mother is always delicious.
Yes, please try it quickly."
Li Hui stepped forward and took the bowl from his hand, urging:
"You go to eat. After you finish, write the big words you left behind. Don't go out crazy for the next two days. It's inconvenient at home."
"Oh, I got it."
Li Heng ran to the table in a daze, smelled the fragrant chicken porridge, and immediately smiled so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes.
Such a heartless look not only made Li Hui laugh, but also Xiao Qinglin.
It's a pity that he has an abdominal injury, so smiling like this is a bit life-saving...