The night passed quietly. In the second half of the night, Zhao Hui's fever finally subsided, and Ye Shi also breathed a sigh of relief. The mother and daughter rested on the side of the bed in the same position, until there was a rooster crow outside and a glimmer of light came through the window, and Li Jinshu stretched his waist and woke up from his sleep.

I slept on my stomach all night, and the back of my neck was really uncomfortable. When she moved her head, Ye Shi also broke open her misty eyes. The oil lamp on the bedside table had long since been extinguished, and there was not much oil left in the lamp. Ye reached out and probed Zhao Hui's forehead, and found that his body temperature had returned to normal, so he got up and went out.

The mother and daughter worked together to make breakfast - corn porridge with flatbread, and after eating, Ye planned to go to the field to harvest corn. This matter was also discussed by the mother and daughter yesterday. Although there is still a Zhao Hui lying in the house, since he is no longer in serious trouble, the work at home naturally cannot be left behind.

"Keep watch at home! If he wakes up, give him the porridge to be warm. Ye didn't plan to let her daughter go to the field to suffer.

However, Li Jinshu thought about it, shook his head and said, "I can't wake up for a while when I look at him like that." Mother, I'll go to the field to help you harvest corn twice. ”

It's the time when the farm is busy, and there's nothing to be pretentious. The mother and daughter went out together with a basket and a sickle.

Because the location of the land is not very good, the acre of corn in their family is really not as good as others. Not to mention the corn cob that is obviously smaller than others, just look at the height of the corn stalk can compare the advantages and disadvantages.

However, Li Jinshu and Yip's will not dislike these little corns. After all, it's also rations, so I can exchange it for some money, don't want it in vain.

This is the time of the corn harvest, so the villagers are busy in the fields early in the morning. Ye Liuqing's mother and daughter couldn't compare to the strong laborers in the village, so the speed of breaking corn was much slower.

Li Jinshu carried a small basket on his back, put the broken corn into his basket, and poured it into the big basket on the ridge after it was full. The mother and daughter worked together, and after loading most of the corn in the basket, Ye carried the corn home. Li Jinshu stayed behind and cut off the corn stalks in the field with a knife......

After working back and forth for nearly an hour, the mother and daughter were sweating on their foreheads. Ye felt sorry for his daughter, so he took the initiative to say: "Fill this back basket, let's go home and rest for a while!" ”

Li Jinshu had no objection.

There's already a pile of corn in front of the house, but that's just the beginning. Li Jinshu put down the basket and poured two bowls of boiled water into the house. There was no fan at home, so she could only shake her palms to cool herself.

Ye didn't forget that there was still someone in the house, so he went to check on Zhao Hui's situation first. Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered, she saw Zhao Hui sitting on the bed with a puzzled expression.

"Child, you're awake! Is there anything else uncomfortable? Ye's tone was very soft, making people unguarded. Zhao Hui is the same.

Li Jinshu also entered the back room when he heard the voice, and as soon as he entered, he met Zhao Hui's gaze.

"Are you alright? My mother asked you, why don't you make a sound? She frowned slightly, she really didn't know how to get along with a child with this kind of character.

Zhao Hui didn't know what he was thinking, he just shook his head and said that he was fine. Seeing this, Ye didn't force him, and after telling Li Jinshu to take care of the person, he went into the kitchen to give him hot porridge.

"Your name is Zhao Hui, right?" Li Jinshu walked to the bed, stared into his eyes and asked.

After waiting for a long time, Zhao Hui still did not respond. She was a little discouraged, and couldn't help complaining: "It's like a stuffy gourd, and I don't even open my mouth." ”。

"If you're all right, get up and eat!" She had given up communicating with the man, and walked out.