Song Chun glanced up at her, "Why am I crying?" My brother is still alive and well, and I'm not uncomfortable. ”

Although she said this, Song's tears flowed out, and she wiped it, "This smoke is very smoky......"

Zhang's eyes turned red, and he snatched the burning stick from her hand, "Chunniang, don't ...... like this"

Song Shi seemed to come back to his senses at this moment, and he cried loudly, his voice whimpering, "My son...... My stinging brother...... It's hard to ......"

Zhang also cried when he heard this.

Song Chunzhi was dazed in front of his crying, his whole body was drained, and he leaned on Zhao's body, his throat was hoarse, and the tears were still flowing down his cheeks.

Zhao's stomach, who couldn't wait for breakfast for a long time, rumbled several times, although he had already heard Song Chun's crying, he still couldn't help but come to the door of the stove room and urged, "Second sister-in-law, you've been crying all morning, and it's over?" The whole family is waiting for dinner! If you're done crying, cook now! ”

"Zhao Xueru, are you talking about human words? Are you starving? If you want to eat and do it yourself, who is born to serve you? Zhang couldn't help but tear his face angrily.

The Zhao family was yelled at by Song Chun early in the morning, and now that the Zhang family gave her no face, the anger in her heart went straight up, and she called Zhang's name, "Zhang Qiulan, what are you sprinkling?" Say I'm starving to death, so you don't have to eat in your big house? If you have the ability to drink the northwest wind, don't eat the food at home in the future! ”

Zhang's family has long been unaccustomed to the three-room couple, relying on the old lady's eccentricity, eating and being lazy all day long, and loving to call people, now it seems that there is an outbreak, and all the resentment that has accumulated in the bottom of his heart over the years has also surged.

Zhang was about to scold, but Song grabbed her and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to cook." ”

Zhang Shi hurriedly said, "Chunniang, you go back to the house to rest, I'll cook." ”

Song Chun shook his head, and went to wash and chop vegetables mechanically.

Zhao outside the door of the stove room snorted coldly and left.

When Yu Qiyu woke up again, it was already mid-afternoon, and he got out of bed slowly due to fever and severe dryness of his lip flap.

He came to the table and wanted to pour some water, but the teapot was empty.

Yu Jiao walked in with the porridge, saw Yu Qiyu standing at the table, and said with a smile, "I calculated that you should wake up, the rice porridge that Aunt Song boiled for you has been warm on the stove, you drink it quickly." ”

Yu Qiyu glanced up at her, sat down at the table, Yu Jiao put the porridge bowl in front of him, raised his hand and touched his forehead, Yu Qiyu stepped back, staring at Yu Jiao vigilantly, "What are you doing?" ”

His voice was hoarse and weak, and Yu Jiao forcefully put his palm on Yu Qiyu's forehead, "What are you afraid of?" I'll test your body temperature. ”

The hot forehead suddenly covered with a cool softness, and Yu Qiyu miraculously felt a lot more comfortable.

It's just that the softness was quickly taken back, and Yu Jiao said, "There is still a little fever, you eat some porridge first, and then I will go and fry a pair of medicine for you." ”

Yu Qiyu looked at the porridge on the table, although his stomach was empty, he didn't have half an appetite, and forced himself to use a small half bowl, he put down the spoon.

Song walked in from the outside, her eyes were slightly swollen because she cried too hard in the morning, she smiled and said, "Why did you drink half a bowl of porridge?" You haven't eaten anything all day, drink some more to pad your stomach, and you'll have to drink medicine later! ”

"It's raining out there?" Yu Qiyu listened to Song's words, picked up the spoon, and continued to drink porridge.

Song shook his head, "Not yet, it's much smaller than yesterday." ”

"Uncle, they're back?"

"Come back, I don't know how many days the rain will fall, your uncle and Uncle Zhou hunted a wild boar on the mountain yesterday, and they were afraid that they would be hungry if they were delayed on the mountain, so they came down the mountain while the rain was light." Song said.

Yu Qizhen tapped his jaw, and when he saw Song's red and swollen eyelids, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, and finally said nothing.

Song Shi noticed his son's gaze, tried his best to pretend to be fine, grabbed the kettle on the table, and said with a smile, "Mother is busy and dizzy, you haven't found the tea in this house is gone, I'll go fill the pot of tea." ”

In the stove room, Yu Poria followed Yu Jiao obediently, diligently like a maid, helping Yu Jiao wash the medicine jar and the medicine stove, but whenever Yu Jiao wanted to do something, she rushed to help do it, which can be described as pleasing in every way.

All this is naturally for Yu Jiao to be able to treat Yu Qiyu's body well.

After Yu Poria and they went home from the mountain, they knew that Yu Qiyu was sick, and Song's eyes cried like that again, Yu Poria naturally wanted to get to the bottom of it, Song couldn't hide it, and Yu Fuling's words were known by Yu Poria, and after the mother and son hugged their heads and cried, Yu Poria immediately remembered Yu Jiao's life-saving straw.

When Song's mother and son hugged their heads and cried, Yu Jiao cut Yu Qizhen's pulse, although Yu Ruhai was a quack doctor, but his words were not misdiagnosed.

But the people she Yu Jiao wants to keep, Hades wants to receive, and she has to endure it.

Yu Ruhai's antipyretic prescription was a little poor, Yu Jiao prepared another pair of medicines and handed them to Yu Poria to decoction, and she picked up those herbs picked from the mountains and began to condition Yu Qi's body.

The rain was sparse and rained for another two days, and it was sunny on the third day, Yu Qizhen took Yu Jiao's decoction for three days in a row, and the weather improved on this day, and the wind chill gradually improved.

In the past, Yu Qixing was sick, and it was difficult to see a good one for ten days and a half months, so that Yu Poria became Yu Jiao's little heel, and the Song couple learned that Yu Jiao Xing might be able to help Yu Qiyu recuperate, and they changed their despair and sadness a few days ago, and they were full of hope for the days to come.

Yu Jiao specially mentioned that everyone in the second room could heal Yu Qi's body, and she must not tell others, including other Yu family members, otherwise the recipe she prepared would not work.

Yu Qiaoshan and his wife didn't dare to ask anything, but they were convinced of Yu Jiao's medical skills, not to mention that now, they can only pin their hopes on Yu Jiao's body, just like grabbing a life-saving straw when they drown, the possibility of being born in despair, even if they don't, they have to lie to themselves.

Yu Qi's cold is good, Yu Jiao does not intend to delay time, and then boils a decoction to condition Yu Qi's body, Yu Ruhai does not mind her taking the herbs stored in the west room to toss, although Yu Jiao clearly showed him that she can't cure Yu Qizhen, but Yu Ruhai is still unwilling to just give up Yu Qizhen, the grandson who once won the little Sanyuan.

However, Yu Zhou's and Zhao's family mocked a few words in front of the second room, disgusted Yu Qizhen for wasting herbs, those herbs treat people, they can earn back money, and it will not be good for Yu Qizhen to eat his body, it will only be wasted.

No one paid attention to them in the second room, Yu Jiao would still go to the west room to get the medicine as usual, anyway, Yu Ruhai didn't say anything to stop it.

Knowing that Yu Jiao wanted to decoct the medicine, Yu Poria put down the wedding dress to be embroidered and ran to give her a hand, she just entered the stove room, and saw the medicinal materials that Yu Jiao put into the medicine jar, her eyes widened, and she stepped forward in disbelief, and looked down at the medicine jar carefully.