After about an hour, Weiyang finally woke up.

But now he was coughing again and again, 'Collapse,' a voice that was extremely unpleasant, and he was crying and crying at intervals, and his little face was visibly slightly swollen and red, and his head was boiling hot.

Immediately after, he roared again: cold, cold, cold......

Weiyang's father was far away, and when he heard movement in the kiln, he hurriedly put down his head and trotted back to the kiln.

In the kiln, Weiyang's father saw that Weiyang had woken up, his face looked pale, he sat up, but curled up in the quilt, shivering, he coughed one after another......

Weiyang's father reached out and touched Weiyang's forehead, "God! It's still so hot! ”

He touched his face again, his face was so hot, and his face was still slightly red, so he couldn't hold it back and asked, "Weiyang, why is your face so red?" ”

Before the sheep was silent, he coughed dryly again.

"Weiyang, what do you keep coughing about? Hold on, don't cough! ”

Weiyang still did not say anything, but began to cry again.

"Hey, this baby, you're so decent, why are you crying?"

Weiyang was still crying, and at the same time, he coughed dryly.

"Weiyang, don't cry, if you cry again, I'll beat you, do you want to try?"

Weiyang ignored him, continued to cry, and continued to cough.

"Ah, Weiyang, don't you feel cold?"

Wei Yang finally stopped crying and nodded to his father.

Then his father went to the closet to find a bed of cotton wool, shook the dust in the air, and soon overlapped the original quilt again.

"Weiyang, my good son, are you still cold?"

Wei Yang nodded in a hurry, coughing continuously, almost coughing out his stomach.

Finally, Weiyang's father fell into deep thought again: This is strange, why doesn't the same decoction work this time? Moreover, even if it doesn't work, why is this condition getting worse now?

I've already covered this baby with such a thick quilt, why does he still feel cold? Now it's covered with two beds of cotton wool, and it looks too cold!

Oh! What's going on?

Uh, could it be-

Thinking of this, Weiyang's father finally thought of something, and he felt that the concentration of the decoction was not enough.

Either there is less ginger, or less radish, or less green onions, in short, at least one of them is missing.

This time, the father of Weiyang, who suddenly realized it, was busy boiling medicine again.

Weiyang's father is like this, no matter what kind of thing he does, he has one characteristic - his heart is too heavy.

His character is the same as his fear of one day running out of food and ending up on the street as a beggar.

For boiling this medicine itself, it is not difficult, just some simple materials such as onions, ginger and garlic, for the people of Weijia Village, this is simply the simplest medicine, even if any family is poor, they can afford to drink.

This time, Weiyang's father finally made a ruthless move, and he decided to double the radish, green onions, and ginger, and the water was still so much.

So, after more than half an hour, the medicine was boiled.

This time, the medicine is already quite thick, so to speak, and it looks like a bowl of porridge.

Before the medicine had completely cooled down, he hurriedly brought it to Weiyang to drink.

Unexpectedly, Weiyang was unusually this time, crying and crying, and refused to drink even if he was killed.

So his father raised his voice again and shouted, "Are you disobedient, are you not ......?"

This time he snorted three or four 'isn't it', as if his father and son had reached a similar consensus on keeping the covenant before, and then changed the style of painting, and said softly, "Be obedient!" If you don't take medicine, you won't be cured. ”

In this way, Weiyang finally obediently drank the medicine again.

He coughed incessantly while eating, and almost all of the medicine coughed and vomited, like something like batter, and suddenly vomited all over his clothes, which was a mess.

In this way, after Weiyang barely finished taking the medicine, his nervous father, suddenly, his brain was excited, and he thought of the little peach next door, who had a stubborn severe cold, no matter what medicine he took, he couldn't get better, and in the end, there was really no way, his mother gave him the kang hot and red according to the folk remedies, and then, covered his body with several layers of thick cotton wool, like a sauna, simmering and sweating, and then, sleeping again, woke up, and the disease was cured.

Weird good.

When Weiyang's father thought of this, his heart itched again, and at the same time, he felt that he was completely sure, and, judging from Weiyang's current condition, he was very convinced that Weiyang and Taotao had the same disease.

When he thought of this, he no longer wondered if it was a matter of the weight of the medicine.

After all, he thought, the living examples in reality were already clearly in front of him, what reason was there to doubt it? True, there is nothing to doubt about this.

At this time, Weiyang's father was almost suddenly thought of by him, and Taotao's case was touched, and he was proud that his head was good.

As soon as he thought of it, he started to do it, for fear of delaying for a second.

He was born to be a man of action.

The ability to execute is very strong, unlike those procrastinators, who only know to fantasize thousands of times in their heads, but never do it in their hands.

"Home remedies don't work, let's change to a more partial one! Can you see if he's still good? Weiyang's father muttered proudly in his mouth, "My brain won't be so stupid, I don't know how to be flexible!" ”

With that, he was busy getting ready.

In order to achieve a better effect, he simply pulled out all the cotton wool in winter, and then covered the skinny sheep on his body.

There were five quilts in total, three thin and two thick, and after covering Weiyang's body, it was as if he was pressed by some heavy object, which made him gasp for breath.

Weiyang's father was worried about where the wind would leak, so he folded the edges of the quilt one by one, then pressed it tightly, and stuffed it under Weiyang's body little by little.

After doing this, immediately afterwards, he was busy running to the firewood room to catch firewood, and soon, he grabbed a large basket of firewood, poured it out, and then stuffed it into the kang hole little by little.

Until the kang hole, it was stuffed to the brim. Finally, he found a match, struck one, and lit it.

Weiyang's father looked at the small flames in the kang cave, little by little, and finally burned into a raging fire. He squatted in front of the door of the kang cave, and the flames that came out of him roasted his forehead hot, and for a moment, he thought of Weiyang's hot forehead at that time.

For a moment, he saw a humanoid object in the fire in the cave of Laikang, beating in the flames, and the object was fiery and red, and it seemed to be a light and fluttering gas.

Weiyang's father was immediately startled, and his body couldn't help but fall back, and he actually squatted on the ground.

He pulled out the long, already burning stick, which was still thick with yellow smoke.

Soon, he bounced up from the ground again and threw himself on the edge of the kang to see if his sheep was still there!

Fortunately, Weiyang was still on the kang at this time, he was panting one by one, his face was red like a fire, and now the whole person seemed to faint, his eyes were closed, and he didn't say a word.

When the father of the sheep was on the kang, he subconsciously relieved himself. However, he was deeply puzzled by what he had just seen in his eyes.

"Why is there a humanoid thing in the fire?" Weiyang's father couldn't help but say to himself:

"What is that? God, I've never seen anything like that?

The fire is red, but how can the fire be so red? The red ones don't look like fire anymore!

But why is there a humanoid thing in it......

It's so weird! ”

Weiyang's father muttered to himself for a while, and then, unable to hold back his curiosity, he buried his head in the kang cave to look, and as soon as he bent down, tears welled up in his eyes that were smoked by the yellow smoke coming out of the fire stick.

Weiyang's father rubbed his eyes with his hands and muttered in his mouth, "Oops! What a bad luck! ”

Then, in a fit of rage, he threw the yellow smoke of the stick out of the kiln in hatred.

Weiyang's father leaned down again, bent his head down, and looked at the fire in the kang cave, but at this time, he couldn't see a trace of red. At this time, the fire was much more normal and much smaller.

So, Weiyang's father stuffed some firewood from the ground into it again, and then the fire began to rise a little more.

In this way, after a while, Weiyang's father couldn't hold back to look at it again, and he didn't see such a strange flame.

In the yard, the leaves are swaying, the cicadas are chirping, and in the chimney, a thick black smoke comes out, and the black smoke is straight and endless, rushing to the sky.

In the courtyard, the sun was falling upside down on the ground like a brazier, making the earth seem to be on fire.

In the kiln, Weiyang kept calling, his body was as cold as ice, and he kept shivering.