"Maybe I'm thinking too much, who is right about natural and man-made disasters?" Yu Jiao didn't want Meng Dafu's family to panic, but just reminded her out of kindness.

She added, "I brought some cotton paper and tung oil, and my uncle didn't want to learn how to make umbrellas, so I could use them to practice my hands." ”

"What's so embarrassing?" Last time, Yu Jiao received ten taels of silver, Yu Huangqi was embarrassed to take advantage of it again, and waved his hand again and again, "You bring it back to your father and make them, now your uncle wants to take care of me, and he can't care about making umbrellas to sell." ”

"I bought a lot, and the waterproof effect of the cotton paper brushed with tung oil is still excellent, and it can also prevent the grain from getting wet when wrapped in the sack." Yu Jiao pretended to be inadvertent.

She hinted so hard, she only hoped that Yu Astragalus would be able to use those cotton papers in the future.

Yu Huangqi smiled, "I have an idea when you say this, your mother's house is always leaking, and the next time you ask your uncle to go over to repair the roof for them, spread this cotton paper brushed with tung oil under the tiles, it will not be useful." ”

"My mother's house doesn't need to be repaired, I want them to move to the city, the family has no land, my mother can find a job to do in the city, and it is closer to the academy, so it is convenient for Fei Ge'er to study." Yu Jiao said.

"It's better to move to the city and live there, so that there is less right and wrong." Yu Huangqi felt more and more that Yu Jiao was a girl with a good character, and the water splashed out by the girl who married out of the city, it was rare that she had been worrying about Liu Sanniang's mother and son.

Orphans and widows have few gossips in the village, and her uncle Meng Qingzhou's family is not easy to get along with, not to mention taking care of their orphans and widows, and often comes to the door to find faults.

After talking to Yu Huangqi for a while, Yu Jiao and Yu Qiyu left the Meng family.

Before leaving, Yu Huangqi did not forget to remind Yu Jiao to take the album.

Yu Jiao held the album, as if she had taken a hot potato, and hid it in her sleeve, for fear that she would be discovered by Yu Qizhen.

Because of the rain, it got dark early, and when the two returned to the village, it was already dark.

Yu Jiao said to the driver apologetically, "Brother hard, you have been running all afternoon, be careful on the road, go back quickly." ”

The coachman smiled shyly, "It's okay, then I'll leave first." ”

The Yu family had already had dinner and left food for Yu Jiao and Yu Qiyu on the stove, and when they saw the two coming back, Song went to the stove room to bring the food to the two of them.

Yu Mengshan saw that Yu Qiyu was holding a lot of cotton paper in his arms, and said loudly, "The cotton paper and tung oil at home haven't been used up yet, why did you buy these again?" ”

Yu Qiyu looked at Yu Jiao, and Yu Jiao said loudly, "Is there anything else at home?" I thought I was running out, so I bought some more. ”

"Let's eat." Song interrupted Yu Mengshan's nagging, took the cotton paper and tung oil in Yu Qizhen's hand, and stacked them in the corner of the house.

Taking advantage of Yu Qi's stinging to fetch water and washing his hands, Yu Jiao hid the album in his sleeve into the western room, afraid that Yu Poria would accidentally turn it over, Yu Jiao changed several places in a row, and still felt that it was not appropriate, and finally had an idea to hide the album in the book taken from Yu Qi's room, Yu Poria did not like to read books the most, and should not turn over these books.

Yu Jiao, who felt that she was hiding very tightly, got up and went to eat outside.

Song and Yu Lingling sat in front of the sewing basket, one sewed clothes, the other made new clothes, Yu Mengshan moved the candlestick to the two of them, the three chatted about homely things, Yu Jiao and Yu Qizhen ate on the side, the atmosphere was very warm.

After eating, Yu Jiao packed up the dishes and chopsticks to wash, and when she came out of the stove room, she heard a rumbling thunder, and then the rain became heavier.

Yu Jiao returned to the West House and brought a cold wind into the room, and the lights and candles were almost blown out.

Yu Mengshan blocked the wind with his hand, "Let's rest early, it's too disturbing this day, I originally said that I and my eldest brother will go to the town tomorrow to sell umbrellas, but the rain will be like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to go tomorrow." ”

Song put away the sewing basket and said with some worry, "The last rain drowned a lot of seedlings in the field, and it has only been sunny for a few days, and now it is raining like this, and I am afraid that the harvest at the end of the year will not work." ”

The people who rely on the sky to eat, the most concerned thing is the harvest in the field, a few days ago, many people went to the field to replenish the wheat seeds, this successive rain, not only Song worried, other villagers as well.

In the middle of the night, the rain became heavier and heavier, hitting the roof with a 'pop', the window sash was closed, but there was still rain seeping in through the cracks, Yu Jiao slept not very steadily, and was woken up by thunder several times at night.

When I woke up in the morning, it was still raining, but there was no more thunder and lightning.

Rainy days, perfect for sleeping.

Yu Jiao wanted to stay out of bed, but she still had something to do, so she struggled to sit up.

It was the first time for Yu Lingling to see her so sleepy, and she said loudly, "Otherwise, you can sleep a little longer, and when my mother cooks the meal, I will call you again." ”

Yu Jiao shook her head, got dressed, and went to the outside room to wash up with a yawn, she took some oil paper that Yu Mengshan had brushed with tung oil, and went to the west room where the herbs were placed.

After counting all the herbs stored by Mr. Yu, Yu Jiao picked out forsythia, rehmannia root, houttuynia cordata, honeysuckle, licorice and other medicinal materials that can clear the plague and prevent the epidemic, and wrapped them in oiled cotton paper.

After doing this, Old Man Yu and Yu Zhou also got up, and Yu Ruhai saw that Yu Jiao was in the herb room in the morning, and asked loudly, "But there are patients who need to go to the doctor?" ”

Now that he has split up, Yu Ruhai has no money in his hand, and his heart is inevitably unsteady, but fortunately, as long as Yu Jiao sees a doctor, he can still get fifty percent of the consultation fee, so he is particularly concerned about whether Yu Jiao wants to see someone.

Yu Jiao shook her head, "I was afraid that the medicinal herbs would get wet, so I wrapped them in oil-cotton paper." ”

Yu Ruhai was a little disappointed after hearing this, and sighed lightly, "No one has come to see a doctor recently, and I don't know why." "I went outside to wash up.

After dinner, Yu Jiao was going to the town, Yu Qiyu had been running out with her recently, Yu Jiao was afraid of delaying him from reading, so she planned to find Yu Zhixing to send her.

Before she could go to the East House, she saw Yu Qiyu walking out of the room wearing a robe.

"Didn't you want to show your mother-in-law the house? Let's go. He picked up the oil-paper umbrella behind the door, opened it, and turned to look at Yu Jiaodao.

Yu Jiao hesitated, "Will it disturb your study, otherwise I'll find my eldest brother to send me, right?" Besides, your body can't get drenched in the rain, if you get sick again......"

Before she could finish speaking, Yu Qiyu had already stretched out his arm and took her to his side, "My body is already well, and it will be okay to get some rain." ”

After speaking, he propped the umbrella on top of her head and walked outside with Yu Jiao in his arms.

Such a strong move made Yu Jiao blush and heartbeat, and recently Yu Qizhen gave her more and more like an adult man, no longer the good-looking but still young boy she used to be.

Yu Jiao in his arms is extremely petite, as if she has to be carefully cared for, but Yu Qiyu knows that she is not a silk flower and never depends on anyone to live, but he hopes that she can get used to relying on herself and can't do without herself.

Yu Qizhen lowered his eyes and looked at the black hair on Yu Jiao's head, his eyes were deep and stubborn, and he couldn't help but tighten his arms around her.

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