At night, after two days of exhaustion, everyone slept very sweetly. Suddenly, a child's cough woke up Widow Xiao, who was sleeping soundly.

Widow Xiao raised her hand and tested the child's forehead, and found that the child was having a fever. This frightened Widow Xiao.

Widow Xiao hurriedly got up and crossed the crowd to find a few people who had collected the night, and asked them to help go to the tent next door to ask Mu Qingliu to come and see the child, while she carried the child to the fire and waited for Mu Qingliu's arrival.

It's not that Widow Xiao didn't know how to call Mu Qingliu to the tent here, or to go to the tent where Mu Qingliu was with the child, but when they were in Heiyan Road, everyone didn't have more wood to build tents, so they set up two tents to separate the men and women.

In order to avoid suspicion, Widow Xiao could only carry the child to the fire where the night watchman was, but fortunately it was quite warm by the fire.

After a while, Mu Qingliu hurriedly came to the fire.

Mu Qingliu put his hand on the child's pulse, looked at the child's eyes, and tested the child's body temperature again.

After reading the basic situation of the child, Mu Qingliu turned his head and said to Widow Xiao, "The child should be cold and cold, and the situation is quite serious." ”

When Widow Xiao heard Mu Qingliu's words, she choked a little hard and said, "Third uncle, you must save Xiaohuzi!" My family has become a lone seedling. ”

"Don't cry yet, hurry up and boil some hot water to wipe his body, every two pillars of incense." After Mu Qingliu finished speaking, he went back to the tent.

Widow Xiao watched Mu Qingliu leave, but the child was helpless, so she had to helplessly pick up the child and return to the tent.

After carrying the child back to the tent and settling down, Widow Xiao returned to the fire to prepare a kettle of hot water to wipe the child's body.

When Widow Xiao returned to the fire, she saw that the people who were keeping vigil had already boiled water for herself, and Widow Xiao thanked them with tears in her eyes.

Widow Xiao saw that the water was hot, and was about to pick up the kettle and was about to wipe the child's body, when she saw Mu Qingliu who had gone and returned.

"This is Xiaohuzi's medicine, three bowls of water to boil a bowl of medicine, first boil with high heat and then slowly boil with low heat, boil three times." Mu Qingliu said as he handed the medicine to Widow Xiao.

Widow Xiao looked at the medicine handed over by Mu Qingliu, and half of the heart hanging in her heart was relieved.

Mu Qingliu looked at Widow Xiao's refusal to reach out for the medicine, and then looked at the kettle in Widow Xiao's hand, and said, "You go!" I'll boil the medicine for you here. ”

Widow Xiao shook her head and said, "Third uncle, that's not what I mean, I just think that Xiaohuzi is saved, I'm so happy." ”

Mu Qingliu said inexplicably, "When did I say that Xiaohuzi is not saved, and I know every day." ”

Widow Xiao hurriedly apologized and said, "Third uncle, it's my fault. You might as well go back and rest early! It's windy here. ”

Several night watchmen also spoke up to persuade Mu Qingliu to go back and rest.

Mu Qingliu looked at a few people and said, "I'll go to rest, do you guys know how to decoct medicine?" Xiao, you should hurry up and wipe the child's body, the child can't afford it. ”

A few people had to give up when they saw Mu Qingliu say this, but a few people sat by the fire and intentionally or unintentionally used their bodies to block the wind for Mu Qingliu.

Seeing this, Mu Qingliu didn't say anything, but thought in his heart that as long as these descendants of Mujia Village were united, they would be able to overcome any difficulties in the future.

Early in the morning, everyone woke up and smelled a large smell of medicine in the tent, and after asking the reason, everyone thought it was just a very small cold and didn't pay attention to it.

It's just that at noon, Xiaohuzi's fever hasn't subsided, which can make Widow Xiao anxious, and Mu Qingliu can't think of a better way for a while, so she has to let Widow Xiao continue to wipe Xiaohuzi's body.

Mu Qingliu looked at the heavier and heavier rain outside, turned to Mu Chenghu and said, "If Xiaohuzi's fever can't go down, it will be dangerous, if you can get some chaihu, Banlangen." ”

After a while, Mu Qingliu seemed to have made up his mind and said, "No, I have to go around here and see if I can find some Bupleurum and Banlan root." I must not watch Little Tiger have something in front of me and do nothing. ”

Mu Chenghu immediately objected, "No, you won't be able to stand such a heavy rain, and even if you go out, you won't be able to see it." ”

"Then what should I do, I can't watch Xiaohu disappear in front of me!" Mu Qingliu said with a sad face.

Mu Yao, who was standing aside at some point, opened her mouth and said, "Dad, my mother said that she has a way." ”

Mu Qingliu didn't think much about it when she heard Mu Yao's words, after all, with Liu Yao's former identity, she knew some things and didn't necessarily say them.

Mu Chenghu and Mu Yao found the catkins that were trying to figure out a way for the Han family to take out the leftover pork from the previous days and eat it.

"Asu, I heard Yaoyao say that you have a way to make Xiaohuzi have a fever." Mu Chenghu said straight to the point.

After listening to Mu Chenghu's words, Liu Wu looked at Mu Chenghu's father and daughter inexplicably.

Mu Chenghu knew at a glance that eighty percent of those who had a way were his own daughters, and Liu Wu was just Mu Yao's shield. At this time, Liu Yao also reacted, and the two looked at Mu Yao in unison.

Mu Yao looked around and found that there was no one, so she whispered, "Wine, rubbing your body with wine can reduce your fever!" ”

Mu Chenghu and his wife looked up at each other, thinking to themselves, why didn't they think of the rotten tricks used on this TV? However, it doesn't matter if it's bad or not.

"Liu, if you have any way to make Xiaohuzi have a fever, just say it quickly! The kid couldn't afford to wait. Mu Qingliu, who came over, said a little anxiously.

"Third uncle, I'm discussing with Chenghu what to do?" Liu Wu quickly explained.

"Yes! Where am I going to find wine? Mu Chenghu continued.

"Hey, what am I saying? I'm afraid you haven't forgotten the old drunkard in the east of our village. Mu Qingliu said with relief.

"But could he have brought wine?" Mu Chenghu pretended to be worried and said.

"You're still too young to know him at all." Mu Qingliu said a little speechlessly.

Mu Chenghu and the others found the old drunkard in the tent who was in a daze.

"The old drunkard got up quickly and found out what you had hidden." Mu Qingliu kicked the old drunkard and said.

The old drunkard, who had been kicked, turned around angrily, ready to settle accounts with the man who kicked him.

As a result, as soon as he heard Mu Qingliu's voice, he couldn't be obedient, but the old drunkard was a drunkard, so naturally it was impossible for him to admit that he had alcohol easily.

So the old drunkard said in a loud voice, "Uncle San, what are you kidding, where did I get the wine?" ”

"Okay, your tricks will deceive others, it's impossible to deceive me." Mu Qingliu's face, I have already seen through your expression.

"Third uncle, do you see that I have drunk wine all the way? I have wine, can I hold it? The old drunkard asked rhetorically.

"Old drunkard, this is a matter of human life, otherwise I will ask you for your wine." Mu Qingliu saw that the old drunkard still refused to let go, so he began to take the Huairou route.

At this time, Widow Xiao, who didn't know where to get the news, ran over and knelt in front of the old drunkard with a "poof".

"Please, save the little tiger! Please. Widow Xiao pleaded bitterly.

"If you want to say that you are saving people, can I not take it out?" The old drunkard pulled Widow Xiao up.

The old drunkard turned around and took out two jars of wine in his luggage and handed them to Mu Qingliu.

"Save some of these two altars." The old drunkard said reluctantly.

Mu Qingliu handed the wine to Widow Xiao and asked her to hurry up and wipe Xiaohuzi's body.

In the afternoon, Xiaohuzi's body temperature finally dropped, and the hearts of Mu Chenghu and his party finally relaxed. It's just that no one knows at this time, and this is just the beginning.