As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread.

Yuehua is physically strong, rarely gets sick, headaches and brain fever are rare, often such people are not sick and fine, once they get sick, they are not a minor illness.

Yuehua was sick for more than ten days, and Yuehua didn't want to delay Si'er, so she drove Si'er to work the day after she woke up. I got a small clay stove in the house, and I don't know what method Si'er used to go to the kitchen and get a bundle of firewood, and I don't know what recipe she thought of to get a wooden bucket with a missing corner, and she could only make half a bucket of water. Yuehua was lying on the bed, the stove was resting on the edge of the bed, and the firewood was piled up beside it.

Si'er insisted on coming over at night to sleep with Yuehua and take care of her, and before getting up and going to work every morning, he first gave Yuehua half a bucket of whom, and then made a fire for Yuehua, and put the medicine jar on the stove to heat it, Yuehua only needed to watch the fire in bed, Si'er was just a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, and it was not easy to do this.

The stove rests on the edge of the bed, the firewood pile is next to it and you can hook your hand, the medicine is decocted and you struggle to get up and drink the medicine, the medicine residue is poured out, the medicine jar is brushed, the water is poured into the boiling water to drink, there is no way to only have a jar, the boiling water decoction must use one, every time the boiled water is drunk, there is a smell of medicine, there is water to drink is better than no water to drink.

Yuehua had to find a way to repay her, and the fabric was on her hair, Yuehua saw that Si'er couldn't sew clothes, and the weather was cold at this time, so Yuehua thought about making a thin jacket skirt for Si'er. The cloth is a white coarse cloth, in fact, this cloth is not pure white, and the yellowish white, which looks old, is the same as the one that has passed through many years, and Yuehua knows that the undyed cotton is this color. Along with the white coarse cloth came a bundle of cotton, which seemed to have been in the warehouse for many years, old, and I don't know if it was warm, but it was always better than nothing, better than nothing.

Anyway, lying on the bed is fine, she crooked on the bed to make a jacket, she has one set of herself, one set of four, after all, she is sick, weak, headache and tinnitus, lack of strength, sewing for a while and resting for a while.

She recuperated alone in the small room, rested for a while, sewed for a while, and lived in a mess, not knowing what was going on outside.

Yuehua first sewed out Si'er's clothes, the beige jacket and the beige skirt were the same as the mourning clothes.

Si'er, this girl is a little cowardly, she doesn't like to talk, she is honest, and when she gets acquainted with her, she finds that she is just timid and doesn't dare to speak in front of people. In fact, she was very funny and lively when she was familiar with her, and on that day, Yuehua made the clothes and put them on her, and she smiled when she came back: "You don't know that the palace maids used to be dressed in green, and they went to work in the morning, and the people were like a green cloud from a distance, just like grass suddenly growing on the ground, and the grass would move!" At this time, the palace maids are all dressed in white, and when they go to work in the morning, they are white, and from a distance, they really look like a group of sheep being driven up the mountain to graze. ”

"......" Yuehua felt that this metaphor was quite appropriate, and pursed her lips and smiled.

"Actually, this analogy is not correct, we are now going out together as if the old people in the family were going to the funeral, except that there was no widow carrying a coffin, carrying a sacrificial table, playing white flags, and scattering paper money." Si'er thought of something again: "There are still two things missing, someone has to beat gongs and drums for the funeral, and there must be filial sons and daughters in front of the mourning." ”

"What is this...... but when I think of the palace maids all white, isn't it the same as a funeral from a distance.

Yuehua has been sick for more than ten days, and her health is almost better. Yuehua is alone, she knows how to take care of herself, who will take care of herself if she doesn't take care of herself!?

Qiu Yan has read books, knows a little bit of medical skills, and has taught her the most superficial medical theory, she will not see people, but her physical condition can be seen by herself, and she will get some food or medicine to regulate and condition her own little problems.

Originally, a small illness like a fever would be fine for two or three days, but this time she was sick for more than ten days with a small fever, and she knew that it was because she was too tired some time ago, and her body collapsed, and she was like a terrible illness when she got sick. She was only fifteen years old, and she didn't want to make a problem in her old age because of overwork, she wanted to take care of it, so in fact, her illness was almost better, and she still lay in bed for an extra day or two.

At noon on this day, Si'er brought food in: "Sister, today is white rice, I told you that the reservoir has been built, we don't need to go to the reservoir, this is the last day, and the last white rice." The first half of the sentence was very happy, and the second half of the sentence, especially when there was no white rice to eat, suddenly wilted.

Si'er would come over to bring her food at noon every day and talk to her by the way, Yuehua felt very moved: it is not far from the weaving room to here, it is a little troublesome, but the dam is so far, back and forth ten miles, and she has to run back and forth. This girl still has a hard time, Yuehua didn't let her come, she had to come, she didn't say that no one sent her food, she came every day, rain or shine.

People are particularly fragile when they are sick, and at this time, people are very grateful for being a little better to themselves, not to mention that people are still taking care of themselves rain or shine, Yuehua is not a person with exposed feelings, she keeps this kindness in her heart.

Yuehua is almost good for everything else, only her throat is still not completely good, as if something is stuck in her throat, she just mumbled and answered, lifted the quilt and struggled to get up and heat up the meal.

Without waiting for Yuehua to answer, she began to pour beans into the bamboo tube again, and began to say: "The things on the dam are over, and the other things above are almost done, and we will have to allocate people one by one." Si'er was very excited when she said this, and she was a little apprehensive when she thought about it.

"Who did you listen to?" Yuehua had a headache, what should come will come after all, Yuehua couldn't help frowning.

"That's a good thing! I also said that this time the military household will be divided into a lot of fields, and an ordinary military household can be divided into four tilts of land, and the tax will be halved. Si'er said: "Sitian Tian, my God, our ancestors and grandchildren were only ten acres of land in more than 20 people, sister, you get better quickly, don't let people pick all the good ones, you pick the rest." ”

Yuehua felt that there must not be such a good thing, the four tilting fields, Yuehua turned around at a very young age, but she only knew that if a family had a four tilting fields, it would be a very solid family.

"I guess it's not such a good thing, and it won't be our turn to call the shots, and whoever is pointed at it is estimated to be who." Yuehua was obviously not so excited.

"Haven't you thought about what kind of person you're going to marry!?" Si'er is the age of ignorance, the girls in the weaving room have exploded, a few people, more than a dozen people, and even dozens of people don't work, talking together, can't finish the work and don't even care if they can't eat, the housekeeper Chen Po came over and pressed it a few times and didn't suppress it, but Yuehua heard it as if she didn't hear it, with an indifferent face, Si'er remembered that Yuehua did it that night with a hairpin and Yanhong, and at this time she looked indifferent, and felt that this sister was not an ordinary person.

"I thought about it a long time ago, but then I didn't think about it, at that time there was no way, I couldn't think about it, and now I guess I have to think about it." Yuehua looked at her ignorant appearance, and sometimes she wanted to tease her when she saw Si'er's natural and cute appearance: "Actually, I can't tell what is going on, in short!" It's not that I don't want to, it's that sometimes I want to and sometimes I don't! ”

"My sister is talking back and forth."

"Well, that's it." It's because of one thing, it's really not a good thing, it can be said to be a piece of Yuehua's black history. Yuehua looked gentle, in fact, she was a strong person in her bones, she didn't want to tell others about this, and neither could Si'er.