Zhang Yiming endured the pain in his body, but waved his hand casually and said, "It's okay, it's okay to recuperate." ”

As he spoke, Zhang Yiming looked at his cheap son who was setting up the kang table.

casually asked: "Boss, your mother hasn't been sick again during this time, right?" ”

Zhang Qiubai didn't notice his father's abnormality at all, and only thought that he was chatting with him every day.

So he replied casually: "Mother, that is, on the morning of your injury, when you went to the thatched house and came out, your whole body was weak, and the sons were worried and wanted to ask for a doctor, but they were called by your mother." ”

Zhang Qiubai told Zhang Yiming in detail what happened that morning when Feng Yin came.

Zhang Xinghe, who was supporting Zhang Yiming on the side, added a few words, and finally said: "Fortunately, my mother's body has been much tougher these days." ”

"Not really."

Zhang Qiubai responded, "It seems that Dr. Xiao's prescription is very good, and I haven't seen my mother get sick again in the past two days." ”

Zhang Yiming closed his eyes and listened patiently to the words of the two cheap sons, his brain quickly analyzing all possibilities.

"Daddy."

Finding that his brother had finished speaking for a long time, his father was silent, Zhang Qiubai stopped his movements and looked at him.

Zhang Yiming opened his eyes and said, "Well, I know, when Ming'er goes to the hospital for a follow-up, you will supervise your mother and let Dr. Xiao take a look." ”

Zhang Qiubai: "My son knows, Dad, my son feeds you." ”

"No need, you can eat by yourself, don't let the family wait for you."

Zhang Yiming waved his hand, "Just come in and clean up later." ”

"Then dad, slow down, shout if you need anything, and my son will listen to your situation here at any time."

Brother Zhang Qiubai agreed, moved the kang table in front of Zhang Yiming again, and then got down from the kang, put on cloth shoes and walked outside.

After the two cheap sons left, Zhang Yiming took a deep breath, leaned on the folded futon, closed his eyes and slowed down for a while before opening them again.

Reaching out to the bowl, he drank the millet soup while biting into the black flour bun.

But in my mind, I was thinking about who that woman was?

Of course, if the other party is really dressed like himself, Zhang Yiming hopes that she is the woman who is attracted by herself on the plane.

But if not......

Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed unconsciously, and an inexplicable light burst out from it.

Brother Zhang Qiubai, who had already left the room, would never have thought of what terrible thoughts his father would have behind him.

The brothers returned to the hall, and the family carefully ate breakfast and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks under the low pressure of Feng Yin.

Zhang Qiubai said: "Mother, since I don't wash the pigs in the water for the time being, I will go to the mountains with my second brother to chop some firewood and come back." ”

"Go ahead, it just so happens that there are many places to use firewood at home now, and I really need to pick up more."

Of course, Feng Yin would not object to a reasonable suggestion, and looked at Zhang Xinghe, "Don't think that if you want to copy the Book of Filial Piety, you can stop working." ”

"And you too."

While speaking, she looked at Hu Shi, and added lightly, "The work has to be done, and the Book of Filial Piety must be copied." ”

"Mother, my son (daughter-in-law) knows."

Zhang Xinghe and his wife obediently agreed, turned around and went their separate ways.

Feng Yin entered the main room with two bowls of decoction and medicine, and a gentle smile instantly appeared on her face: "Husband, it's time to drink the medicine." ”

Zhang Yiming looked at her, although the woman's face smiled gently, there was always a thin layer of alienation in her eyes.

If you don't look closely, you really can't see this.

He took a deep breath and said gently: "It's hard work, and I don't know when my husband's injury will get better." ”

Feng Yin whispered softly to soothe: "Hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days, don't worry, just take care of it carefully." ”

"If the husband is really bored, he will flip through the book, and he can always relieve his boredom."

"Bored?"