In the next few days, the homeless man had a second low-grade fever, but it was not as dangerous as that night.

Xin Ziqi came to see it once and helped open the window for the bandage.

At this time, the wound had healed a bit, and in order to prevent the bloody gauze from becoming infected, a dressing change was performed.

After that, I saw that there was no problem and left.

He is very busy now, and the things that Ji told him need to be digested, started, and built...... There are so many things that need to be done.

Ji told again that the advent of any kind of drug must go through countless experiments and repeated clinical demonstrations, and it is not sloppy at all.

Moreover, narcotics are destined to attract the attention of the world, and they have neither connections nor wealth at the moment, and if they don't get it right, they will be guilty.

Last time, I asked Xinzi not to rush to launch it, and there are also reasons for this.

Xin Ziqi obviously has a number himself, so he puts the focus of the current stage on the equipment workshop first.

Ji agrees.

Compared with anesthetics, medical devices are much more secure, there is no shortage of markets, and they will not cause much repercussions and attention.

Xin Ziqi walked simply, and said that Ji was in charge of the process of recuperating from his injuries, and he was completely relieved.

He was relieved, only suffering for the season, running at both ends of the day and night.

also suffered Hu Dacheng, he was called to serve the homeless man, wash, change clothes, and whatever.

He had been afraid of the face of the homeless man, and since he had seen the cave, he had nightmares for many days when he went back, but now he had to face each other day and night.

In fact, this errand was not his, but someone from the Hu family started a new house, Hu Liang was called to help, and Hu Dacheng was arrested by Ji.

In this regard, Widow Xie fully agreed.

Now she hopes that the homeless man will recover soon, and her hands and feet will be fine, and she can leave Dafeng Village.

Besides, he hasn't been out of the stall recently, Hu Dacheng is idle at home, so it's better to find something for him to do.

"My mother just cut it from the garden, let you make dumplings to eat, and when it comes over, it won't be as delicious as in spring."

Hu Dacheng sent a small half basket of leeks.

Ji pondered for a while, and asked Dabao and Hu Dacheng to each move a small bench to sit at the door to choose vegetables, and she turned around and walked to the board, took out the basin and planned to make noodles, but she didn't want to make dumplings.

The noodles are reconciled, and it takes about a quarter of an hour to wake up, just when the leeks are finished.

Ji cleaned the leeks selected by the two children, controlled the moisture, chopped them finely, and put them in a small clay pot.

"Dabao, burn the pot."

Led the fire for Dabao, took four or five eggs out of the egg basket, added a little salt and beat them in a container, until the oil was hot in the pot, poured the egg mixture into it, and crushed them with a spatula while frying.

Place the scrambled eggs in a leek bowl, add salt and a pinch of pepper and mix clockwise.

Then roll the dough into long strips and divide it into small dough of equal size.

Sprinkle the board with dry flour, take a small dough and flatten it first, and use a rolling pin to quickly roll it into a round sheet.

The filling was put in, the two sides were closed, one hand was on the bottom, the other hand was sealed, and soon, a leek box with lace was wrapped.

Wrap all the leek boxes in turn, brush the pot clean, and reheat the oil.

There is no pan, you can't frry, you can only fry.

"Dabao, the fire is not too big." Ji turned over the leek box while letting Dabao turn the heat down.

Dabao sat upright in front of the pot door, listened to Ji's words, and withdrew a few sticks of firewood.

Hu Dacheng didn't dare to rush to burn the pot with Dabao, and he didn't want to grab it, so his two eyes stared at the "big dumplings" that were gradually forming in the pot.

Ji didn't let him down, and the first leek box out of the pot was handed to him after a little control of the oil.

"Did your mother tell your brother when the stall would reopen?"

Ji then fried the rest of the part, and chatted with Hu Dacheng by the way.

Affected by last year's snow disaster, this year's spring ploughing was delayed by nearly a month, and correspondingly, the maturity of crops was later than in previous years.

As usual, it was almost the end of May when it was busy, but now it was almost mid-June, and the crops in the fields were still not ready for fire.

Recently, some of her Nanshan spices have been harvested one after another, and they are all spread out in the backyard to dry after processing. But only one-third, and two-thirds of the ground is not yet ready.

Hu Dacheng squatted at the door holding his golden dumplings, and the hot hissing did not delay his mouth.

"My mother originally wanted to wait for the Cao family to return my brother's Geng post and implement the divorce, so that she could go out of the stall with peace of mind. As a result, after waiting for a few days, there was no news, and Sister-in-law Yun Yun ...... It was only then that he escaped death, and it was not easy to urge. ”

The Cao family is also unusual, at the beginning, Widow Xie came to the door to ask for Geng post, but they refused to give it because they still had the hope of reuniting.

Now that his face is torn, Hu Liang also nailed his words to death, and they all agreed, but they still didn't mention the matter of returning Gengti.

Did you forget, or did you make some calculations?

"So you're just waiting?"

What Ji meant by this was that instead of waiting for the Cao family to send Geng Ti to the door, it was better for the two families to sit down and talk openly.

Cao Yunyun's search for death is pitiful, but this can't erase the mistakes she made before, so there is no need for the Hu family to feel weak at all.

And having come to this point, no matter how tolerant the Cao family is, they will not be grateful, on the contrary, they will only feel that the soft persimmons are easy to pinch.

Hu Dacheng misunderstood, thinking that Ji was asking when he would come out of the stall.

"My mother said she wouldn't wait, she would be out of the stall tomorrow morning!"

When the words fell, he suddenly remembered something and scratched his head.

"But Miss, my sister doesn't want to go to town, I have to go with me tomorrow, so what if no one helps you?"

When he said help, he naturally meant the homeless.

"Anyway, he lies down all day, it's not a big deal, and now he can almost go down on one leg with crutches."

Hu Dacheng rolled his eyes.

In fact, the homeless man's right leg was able to fall to the ground on crutches two days ago, but it was tied to the white and hard thing, which was not very dexterous.

And this morning, he washed his face with his left hand, which was only half of his palm......

But he didn't dare to tell the young lady, because the homeless man said, "Don't tell her." ”

Somehow, he was a little afraid of the man.

"No, my mother said, I can't let you stay alone with the homeless, you will have to marry in the future. In this case, I'll go to the earthen house as soon as I get back from town, and if you have anything to do, just put it aside and wait for me to come back. ”

Hu Dacheng thought hard for a long time before he came up with such a compromise solution.

Ji Ren smiled: "Okay, you, now you are like a little adult, much more reliable." Here, I'll reward you with one more. ”

Hu Dacheng took it happily, and was about to eat, when he caught a glimpse of Dabao's unhappy face, hesitated, and handed over the big dumplings in his hand.

"Dabao, you eat, I'll cook the pot for you."

Dabao added firewood to the stove with a small face, and did not reply.

Hu Dacheng was a little confused, so he had to ask Ji for help.

Ji knew what he was messing with.

After all the fried were finished, more than a dozen leek boxes were newly loaded in a small pot and asked Hu Dacheng to take them back to his family to eat.

After Hu Dacheng left, Ji pulled Dabao to wash his hands and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

"You're not happy to praise someone?"

Dabao's cheeks on both sides were slightly bulging and he didn't speak.

Ji pinched his face and personally picked a good-looking one and handed it to him.

"No matter how good Dacheng is, it can't be compared with our Dabao, our Dabao has always been like a little adult, sensible, well-behaved, and won't get angry, right?"

The bulging little fleshy face was retracted little by little.

Dabao took the big dumplings that Ji personally chose for him and nodded: "I'm better than him." ”

Ji cried and laughed: "Okay, you're the best." Then you sit at the door and eat, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back in a while. ”

Dabao knew that she was going to deliver food to the homeless man again.

I was very reluctant, but remembering Ji Gang's words of praising him, he nodded a little depressedly: "Come back." ”

"That has to be."

Ji locked the courtyard door and went to the earthen house with a basket of rice.