The blood in the white porcelain cup was mixed with half a bucket of water and carefully sprinkled on the nursery. The sun was just rising.
The carpenter master and apprentice happened to come in, and Mu Yunhan greeted the two of them: "Can you two masters help me build a shed? It can be built on the nursery to provide shade."
If the blood and water have an effect and the seeds germinate, these buds will not be able to withstand the hot summer sun and must be shaded.
Mrs. Mu Er was kind, the wages were generous, and the food provided was sufficient. The carpenter quickly built a shed and asked his apprentice to help build it on the nursery.
After getting these done, Mu Yunhan packed up and went to Gu's house.
Old Man Gu was sitting in the yard preparing to bait the beast, and waved her over: "Last night I quietly fell behind you and saw a skinny monkey-like man following you. He is not from our town. Do you want to deal with it?"
Sure enough, someone was following her.
Mu Yunhan shook his head: "No need for now, let's see what he wants to do."
Old Man Gu nodded, lowered his head and continued working without saying any more.
Mu Yunhan helped Old Man Gu do something for a while, but found that Gu Fenglin and Mrs. Gu were still silent, so he couldn't help but ask: "Where are grandma and the young master?"
Old Man Gu said: "Feng Lin is not feeling well. Your grandma has gone to the mountains to dig medicine for him. Now that you are here, take care of him while I go hunting."
It must be because Gu Fenglin accompanied her to Gao's house in the rain and sat outside the house for so long, so he was tired and caught the cold.
"Master, can I come in?" Mu Yunhan stood in front of Gu Fenglin's door, and sure enough he heard a suppressed cough coming from inside.
The sound of ringing silver bells rang in the room, signifying consent.
Mu Yunhan pushed the door open and walked in, only to see Gu Fenglin leaning on the bedside with his hair disheveled, reading a book. His clothes were loose and loose, revealing a small patch of snow-white. He was so fragile that he looked very elegant.
She didn't dare to look at it after just one glance. She lowered her eyes and asked, "Are you cold? What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."
Gu Fenglin slowly tightened his collar and covered it up, as if he wanted to get up to write, but he coughed uncontrollably.
Mu Yunhan took two steps, supported him, patted his back, and comforted him: "Don't move, I'm here. I'll ask, if you want to eat, just nod."
Gu Fenglin smiled and nodded.
She then asked: "You have a weak spleen and stomach, and you are cold. Sweet potatoes can strengthen your qi, nourish your stomach, transform food, remove accumulation, and clear away heat. How about I make you a bowl of sweet potato porridge? It's sweet. You won't be afraid of the pain after taking the medicine."
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Gu Fenglin nodded again, and Xuan Jin also called out "Meow~" as if he could understand.
Mu Yunhan stroked Xuan Jin's fat head lovingly: "Are you hungry? I'll cook cat rice for you."
Xuan Jin stood up, stretched, jumped off the bed, twisted his waist and followed her to the kitchen.
Gu Fenglin looked at Mu Yunhan's back with deep eyes.
Mu Yunhan first soaked the rice, then peeled and cut the sweet potatoes into pieces. He added water to the rice and sweet potatoes and boiled them over high heat, then reduced the heat to low and simmered slowly, and then made cat rice for Xuan Jin.
When Xuan Jin saw her taking down the fresh pork liver and intestines sent from Butcher Zhang's house, he was so anxious that he just screamed strangely.
After getting busy, Xuan Jin ran to a corner to hide and eat, and also had sweet potato porridge.
When no one was around, Mu Yunhan took out the small white porcelain cup hidden in his sleeve, scraped out the dried blood inside, added it to the sweet potato porridge, stirred it carefully, and took it out.
Through the gap in the ajar door, you can see Gu Fenglin staring at the tent ceiling in a daze, his expression cold and indifferent, unattainable.
Mu Yunhan said with a calm smile: "Master, the porridge is ready." (To be continued)