At this time, he had already arrived at the door of Zhao Fuzi's house, and after Buru got out of the car, he straightened his clothes before he began to knock on the door.

After reading more books, he gradually acted with a sense of elegance, which was pleasing to the eye.

It took a moment for the door creaked open.

The last time Bu Ru visited his master was before the Chinese New Year, and he hadn't seen him for more than a month, and the thin figure inside the door seemed to be even more haggard, and the whole person looked a few years older.

"Master Zhao, Happy New Year! We're here to greet you. ”

The old man didn't answer him, stared at the things in the car, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed to the meat, vegetables and pastries and asked; "Are these intended for me?"

These words seemed a bit rude, but Zhao Fuzi didn't realize it, and looked at Bu Ru with eager eyes.

"Yes." Bu Ru replied politely.

"Can you return these things now and give me cash?"

Bu Ru was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and looked sideways at Jiang Yi, who was also stunned.

Zhao Fuzi said with a cold face; "What's the use of sending me these? I want money, I want money! Speaking of the back, his voice was a little hoarse, as if it was howling.

"Master, my husband has finished reading "University", and I want to buy the rest of the "Analects", "Mencius" and "The Mean" with you......"

When Zhao Fuzi heard this, he asked eagerly; "So you're going to give me money to buy books?"

Jiang Yi nodded.

Zhao Fuzi was a little excited, and hurriedly said; "I'll give you the book now, and you can give me the money right away, okay?"

"Yes!"

When Zhao Fuzi heard this, he immediately turned around and hurriedly walked to the inner room, probably in a hurry, and almost fell in the courtyard.

Bu Ru didn't come to Zhao Fuzi's house on the first day, so he was not polite and followed him directly.

Jiang Yi jumped out of the car, took the gift and followed in.

Both of them thought that Zhao Fuzi was so abnormal, maybe something had happened.

As soon as he entered the living room, Zhao Fuzi stumbled out, holding three books in his hand, and handed them to Bu Rudao; "Where's the money? Give me the money. ”

Jiang Yi put the things on the table and immediately went to pay for it.

Bu Ru asked with a frown; "Master, what's wrong with you? What about Noh Li? ”

Nengli is the grandson of Master Zhao, and when he comes to Zhao's house usually, he can always see the well-behaved child practicing calligraphy or reading.

Seeing Jiang Yi take out two pieces of money, Zhao Fuzi grabbed it in his hand and said excitedly; "Neng Li is sick, I have been sick for more than ten days, and I am blamed for being useless, and I don't have any money for medicine."

"I went to the pharmacy to get medicine on credit for a few days, and after taking it, I got better, but then the pharmacy didn't want to give me the medicine on credit, and now it's been delayed for a few days, and if I don't take the medicine, he will ......" said this, a little choked.

"I'll go in and have a look." Jiang Yi also put the gift in his hand on the table and walked to the side room.

At this time, Master Zhao didn't care about any politeness or impoliteness, he raised his feet and hurriedly walked out, and said in his mouth; "You guys sit down first, and I'll go and ask Lang Zhonghe to grab the medicine."

With that, the old body ran out like a gust of wind.

Jiang Yi entered the dim wing, there was a musty smell from inside, and when she walked to the bed, she saw a strange smell under the quilt, covering a small body, only revealing a head.

"Mother, where are you? Mother ...... "He groaned faintly and unconsciously.

It is known that Nengli's mother was gone a year ago, and calling her mother at this time may be talking nonsense.

Jiang Yi stretched out her hand and touched his forehead, and found that it was terrifyingly hot, and she saw that she had a cold.

Wind chill is actually a kind of cold, and in later generations, such a disease will be fine with just two injections.

But this is in ancient times when medical conditions were treated, and although it could be cured, it would still kill people if they were not careful, especially such a weak and malnourished child.

Sometimes, even if cured, but not properly cared for, a high fever can burn a smart child into an idiot or an imbecile.

Jiang Yi hurriedly tucked the quilt, then spread the long hair on his head, and said to the stephen who came in; "Go get some cold water and get a clean handkerchief."

When the weather is cold, there is a high fever, and the body needs to be kept warm, but the temperature on the head must be physically cooled as soon as possible, otherwise even if the child is cured, his brain will burn out a lot, and he will definitely become stupid.

Bu Ru listened, turned around and walked out of the room, for these things he didn't understand, he had always listened to his mother's words.

Although it was winter, the well water in the yard was not very cold, Jiang Yi wet the handkerchief and rubbed it repeatedly on Zhao Nengli's forehead.

After only a few moments, Nengli's nonsense stopped, and he seemed to feel better.

"Boil some boiling water and bring the pastry in," I think that Nengli is very hungry at this time, see if he can eat something, there is something in his stomach, and his body will have a little strength, which will help him recover.

Bu Ru heard the words and went out again.

After a while, a bowl of hot water was brought and a piece of pastry was brought in.

Jiang Yi scooped some hot water with a porcelain spoon, took a little bit of the pastry into it, dissolved it into a paste, and fed it to Nengli's mouth.

The child smelled the sweetness of the pastry, perhaps so hungry that he opened his mouth and swallowed it.

quickly swallowed most of the pastry, and then Zhao Fuzi walked in with a person.

"Hey, can you still eat? It doesn't seem to be as serious as you say. Behind Master Zhao was an old man, who walked straight to the bed and looked at the back road.

"I have fed him before, and he rarely eats ......" Zhao Fuzi muttered in a whisper, he used to feed bran water, which was not only tasteless but also unpalatable, and the child was naturally willing to eat it.

"The patient didn't talk nonsense." The old man stretched out his hand and probed Nengli's forehead and said; "And it's not burning very badly."

"I just soaked a handkerchief in cold water to cool his forehead?"

"Oh? Who told you to do this? Lang Zhong was taken aback when he heard this, and then said unhappily; He was originally suffering from the cold, and you still wiped his forehead with cold water? ”

Jiang Yidao; "He is hot all over his body now, and he needs to dissipate heat to help reduce the fever, and besides, his forehead is a matter of his mind, if he doesn't cool down, he will burn his brain and become a nerd."

When Lang Zhong heard this, he asked with a staring face; "Who taught you to do that?"

"I had a cousin in my neighbor who also had a cold, and he met an old Taoist priest who traveled all over the world and cured him, he said it." In fact, she doesn't know much herself, but thanks to the development of information in later generations, as long as she pays attention, she can learn a little useful about many things in life.

In many travel novels, there are unexplainable things in the protagonist, and the excuse is that the old Taoist priest taught it, anyway, no one is serious about it, Jiang Yi thought with a smile in her heart.

"What did the old Taoist priest say?" The old man looked at Jiang Yi with some doubts, pondered for a moment and said; "I have been practicing medicine for decades, and I have indeed seen a lot of people who have had a cold, and after being cured, the whole person did not wake up as before, and was stupid for three points, in fact, I also thought about whether my brain was burned out, so it is useful to use cold water to lower the temperature of the head?"