Chapter 3: The Slob

"Daughter-in-law, wake up, Li Shengnan, do you see that the daughter-in-law is burning again?"

Song Chunan pushed his daughter-in-law who was sleeping back in her cage, called her in a low voice, and looked worriedly at the little girl who was sleeping in her daughter-in-law's arms and frowning.

It's still uncomfortable, it's uncomfortable.

Li Shengnan struggled to open his eyelids that were almost sticking to one place, turned his dry eyes, and looked at the soft ball in his arms.

"Ah, why is your face so red. ”

As soon as his eyes touched his daughter's reddened face, looking at it like a ripe tomato, Li Shengnan was startled, and he lowered his head without thinking about it, and took his forehead to test his daughter's body temperature.

"It's hot!"

You don't have to feel it carefully, as soon as you get closer, you are rushed by the rush of heat.

Li Shengnan sat up with a sigh of surprise and looked at her husband with a little trepidation.

"In the morning, the fever had subsided, and I was sweating, why did I burn again! What should I do? If I burn so badly, I will burn my brain. ”

"Go to the village clinic. Song Chunan decisively took out a few raw bird eggs from his pocket and motioned her to hide them.

"Hurry up and pack up. I went to my mother to ask for money, and by the way, I asked Lao Liu to borrow a bicycle from the brigade headquarters, and I will carry you to the township. ”

"Okay!"

Li Shengnan's head shook and drowsed, trying to cheer up, a few strands of sleepy hair in the twisted braids were curled as he wanted, and there were shallow indentations on the side of his face.

"Wrap your daughter up a little more, and don't blow the wind anymore. ”

Song Chunan told his daughter-in-law uneasily.

"Yes, you go. ”

Li Shengnan responded to the call, hid a few bird eggs in the kang hole, and re-blocked them with an old cloth bag wrapped in cotton shoes, urging him to leave quickly.

Song Chunan raised his hand behind him and strode out of the house without looking back.

"The girl woke up and drank saliva. ”

Li Shengnan washed his hands, quickly untied the braid and re-braided it, and kept his eyes on the little girl who was still asleep on the kang.

You can't wake up with such a big movement, don't faint, right?

Li Shengnan carried his heart, poured a bowl of white water, picked up his daughter and fed her, and called her in a soft voice with a suppressed heart.

Song Ci opened her mouth in a daze, feeling a cool flow in her mouth, slowly moisturizing her burning internal organs, and couldn't help but swallow greedily again.

"You also know that it's good to eat and drink. ”

Li Shengnan breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, a thin layer of sweat has broken out on his forehead.

"It would be better if you had some malt milk or brown sugar. ”

Li Shengnan grunted and looked at the locked door of his mother-in-law, and couldn't help but swallow.

Later, when Song Chunan wants to come home with the key, she has to make a bowl to feed her daughter, and those good things can raise people.

Last time, the sixth object came to the door and brought a lot of things, and she looked at it.

Li Shengnan thought about it, carefully fed his daughter a small half bowl of water, and peed in his daze, and then hurriedly turned out the good clothes at the bottom of the pressure box for the two to change into, ready to go out.

This Song Chun'an went out of the house and ran to the field in one go.

It is the season of green and yellow, and the sky is not beautiful, and the old farmers who watch the sky eat are faintly worried, and this year's year is not very good.

The captain and the village cadres held a meeting every day, and Baba calculated the surplus grain in the production team, racked his brains to study the amount of distribution, and took care of hundreds of mouths of the old and young in a village.

Rao is like this, there are still lazy gangsters who are idle and lazy, stealing and playing tricks all day long, not earning work well, and not being able to share a few rations.

If this person can't eat enough, he will make trouble and become a safety hazard in the village.

There are a few typical examples in every village, which are a headache.

The village chief looked at Song Chun'an, who was coming this way, and his dark face was stretched longer.

This bastard just said that the stomach ache was really pretended!