"Grandma, is your voice better?"

In Guandimiao Primary School, as soon as he entered the classroom, Guan Xiaojun greeted Guan Hongye.

Guan Hongye's throat has hurt so much in the past two days, and she has struggled to lecture, and her usual loud voice has now become a hoarse contralto, which makes her feel very uncomfortable, and after taking a few big pills, it still doesn't work very well.

I was coughing on the podium today, and I heard Guan Xiaojun's inquiry, Guan Hong Ye said: "Xiaojun is really sensible, my aunt and grandmother are fine, and my voice will be fine in a few days!"

He asked Guan Xiaojun curiously, "Xiaojun, what happened to the murderer who made trouble in your house the day before yesterday? Did your grandfather tell you?"

Guan Xiaojun said: "That person is not a murderer, the murderer was said by my father to scare him, in fact, that person is buying and selling children, the child whose arm was removed by him last time was bought by him, and it is said that he also stole children and sold them to human traffickers." I haven't said how to deal with the scene yet, but my grandfather said that these people should all be shot, but no one has claimed that child now, which is quite pitiful. ”

Guan Hongye patted his chest and said: "Oh, scared to death, scared to death! Evil, I thought they were really practicing martial arts, but I didn't expect them to be human traffickers! These people must be shot and punished!"

In the past two days, the news that the murderer ran into Guan Hongda's house and was arrested spread throughout the entire Guandimiao Village, and the people of the village were amazed at Guan Hongda, Guan Yunshan, father and son, they could even subdue the murderer, in the eyes of the villagers, they were even more ruthless than the murderers.

In fact, Guan Xiaojun's defeat of the bandits was not rumored by the Guan family, and Hong Xingang and others did not dare to talk nonsense, so the whole village thought that the bandits were arrested by Guan Hongda and his son.

Although the people of Guandimiao Village are fierce, but after all, they are still normal, and they are naturally afraid of murderers, which makes them think of those people very much, in fact, murderers are also ordinary people, but because of the name of killing, so in the eyes of the villagers, he is not ordinary, and has become the spokesperson of "evil" and "horror", so he is naturally afraid of this in his heart, and even with Guan Hongda and his son, he also gave the myth.

After Guan Hongye said a few words to Guan Xiaojun, he felt a terrible sore throat, and after coughing twice, the pain was even worse.

Just when she was uncomfortable, she heard Guan Xiaojun say: "Grandma, I have here the herbal tea brewed by our family, which can reduce the fire, and it is also useful for throat inflammation, can you try it in a few sips?"

When he spoke, he took off a marching pot hanging from his neck and handed it to Guan Hongye, "You taste it, this herbal tea is brewed together with a lot of Chinese medicine that my father bought from the city, and it cost a lot of money, and I am reluctant to give it to ordinary people!"

Guan Hongye smiled: "Oh, Xiaojun is really good, then why are you giving me a drink?"

Guan Xiaojun said: "You are my aunt and grandmother, others don't give it, you and I have to give it! You don't need money to drink, others have to spend money to buy it." ”

Guan Hongye said: "Hey, how much more money do you have to spend money?"

Guan Xiaojun said: "Acquaintances are five cents, and people are one!"

Guan Hongye opened his mouth wide, "Xiaojun, you can really ask for it!"

She looked at the kettle handed to her by Guan Xiaojun, "I've really drunk it, don't cry when you're done drinking!"

Guan Xiaojun said: "Well, I brought it specifically for your aunt and grandmother!"

People with throat inflammation want to drink water even if they are not thirsty, and they always feel panicked.

Guan Hongye saw that Guan Xiaojun was so filial, in fact, he was also very moved, it was really rare for a child to be so sensible.

She couldn't bear to refuse the child's kindness, and was ready to drink a few sips to deal with it, she didn't believe that Guan Xiaojun said that herbal tea could cure diseases, because she had never heard of what herbal tea was.

But when she drank the first sip of tea, the expression on her face changed, she only felt that this sip of tea was like a warm stream, and her throat was a dry crop field.

An indescribable sensation of refreshment emanated from the throat and then through the entire stomach, and the throat that seemed to be on fire just now was much better in a moment.

"Huh?"

Guan Hongye was surprised, she drank a few sips in a row, and then sniffed at the spout of the kettle a few times, "This doesn't look like tea, it looks like Chinese medicine soup, Xiaojun, didn't you say it was tea? Why do I smell a smell of Chinese medicine?"

Guan Xiaojun said: "This is tea, and it is also traditional Chinese medicine, which is boiled with traditional Chinese medicine." ”

Guan Hongye's face was abrupt, "Oh, so that's the case, this tea is really good to drink!"

She returned the kettle to Guan Xiaojun, "Okay, the water is also drunk, let's start class too!"

There is a big bell hanging from the crooked neck tree in the small academy of Guandi Temple, and when the big bell is ringed, each class starts to attend classes.

After this class, although Guan Hongye's voice still felt uncomfortable, but in general, it was a little better than before class, and in the afternoon, her hoarse voice slowly recovered, and she got up the next morning, and it wasn't until she went to class again that she found that her voice had improved.

Guan Hongye has been teaching for several years, and his throat is often uncomfortable, and he generally wants to heal, at most five or six days, at least three or five days, and he has never been so fast.

This time, he suddenly became interested in the herbal tea that Guan Xiaojun said.

She is a broken talker, she can talk for a long time when an ant goes up a tree, and now she has found a special effect tea, so she will naturally talk about it.

So in her spare time, as soon as she arrived at the office, her loud voice rang out.

"Red Wheel, Red Wheel, let me tell you, Guan Hongda's little grandson Xiaojun, brought a pot of herbal tea yesterday, he said that it can cure a sore throat, I didn't believe it at first, but after a few sips, guess what?"

The male teacher Li Honglun smiled: "You couldn't speak yesterday, but today it's so bright, do you still need to guess?"

Guan Hongye patted his thigh and said: "But isn't it! I used to have a bad throat, and I had to take injections and medicines for three or five days, but I didn't expect to drink a few sips of Xiaojun's herbal tea yesterday, and it would be fine in one day! Oh, it's really too godly! I didn't expect Hongda's old brother to have these things at home." I knew this, what kind of injections and medicines did I take, how good it would be to drink some herbal tea directly, it was sweet and delicious, and it could also cure diseases, better than syrup!"

Li Honglun was skeptical, "Is it really so godly?"

Guan Hongye said: "Didn't you see it all?"

Several teachers next to him also gathered around and said, "Is it really so godly?"

"What is herbal tea? Is it the leftover tea root?"

Guan Hongye began to show his knowledge, "Let me tell you, although this herbal tea is called tea, it is not actually tea, but a kind of traditional Chinese medicine soup, but it has the taste of tea, and there should be tea in it, but it is estimated that there is not much to put in it, and it is a little bitter to drink, but after bitterness, it is sweet, and it is better than cola!"

In Guan Hongye's cognition, the best thing to drink is honey orange juice, followed by cola.

In the past two days, the flu has been prevalent, and the throats of several teachers are not very good, and when they heard Guan Hongye say this, they were all very moved, "Why don't we try it with two sips?"