After eating and feeding medicine, Sister Zhen was in better spirits and looked like she was fine.

Children are like this, even if they are sick, as long as that period has passed, they will be refreshed again.

"Lady and rest assured, although this child can't speak, he can't lie, as long as his spirit comes back, he is slowly improving." The pediatrician said to Lu Fenghe after hearing the abdomen again.

"Lady, hurry up and use the morning food, the slave and maid guard the sister."

Lu Fenghe didn't feel hungry at all, even if it had been a long time since the time to use the morning food, and the subordinates had already used it, Lu Fenghe just poured a stomach of water.

"Have you arranged a boat to return to Piling?" Lu Fenghe asked.

Before the next person could reply, Lu Fenghe was interrupted by the doctor.

"Lady think twice, your sister is really unwell to go to the river to blow the wind at this time because of the high fever caused by the stomach, besides, the sister is in good spirits now, usually this kind of illness always has to recur the fever several times, and it is also difficult to find medicinal herbs on the boat, if the lady is not in a hurry, why not linger here for a few days, and wait for the child to get better and then come back."

The doctor hesitated for a few breaths and then added, "If the lady can't trust the old body, she can invite the doctor from Jiangning Mansion and Changzhou Mansion to come over, it is really not suitable to take the child back at this time."

Qin Ling'er also persuaded Lu Fenghe, "What the doctor said is reasonable, although it is not as convenient as at home, it is much more convenient than on the boat, even if you let the doctor from Biling come over than you to take the child back."

"Besides, there is still the business name of my grandfather's family here, there is a bright spot, if you really lack anything or less, you won't be completely panicked."

Lu Fenghe turned his head to look at Sister Zhen'er, and then looked at Qin Ling'er.

Finally, he said to the doctor, "The doctor should not be vain, it's not that he can't trust the doctor, it's that I'm like it, and I just think that it's inconvenient to be away from home."

The doctor didn't really think that Lu Fenghe didn't believe him, even if he didn't trust him, it was normal, this family's style was not a small family at first glance, generally such a family was familiar with the doctor even if they didn't raise a doctor in the local area, and it was normal to find a doctor from the hospital temporarily.

It's just that the doctor is benevolent, since he has found himself and given enough consultation fees, as long as he does not speak out and does not cooperate everywhere, any doctor will do his best to heal.

What the doctor said is also true, Sister Zhen was originally sick from the wind on the ship, and it is really not suitable to suffer from the wind again.

Don't say anything to be careful, pack tightly, no matter what, there will always be wind and waves on the boat.

Yangzhou is not a poor rural area, and common medicinal herbs can be easily bought, but not necessarily on a ship.

Lu Fenghe thought about it, so he just thought about it for a few days, and then went back when his sister was better.

So he sent someone to tell the sand boat that had been arranged, not to leave.

This time and again, the Zhao family business naturally got the news, and if they asked why they were in a hurry to go back, they would know that Sister Zhen was sick.

Although Lu Fenghe didn't say anything, Qin Ling'er still sent someone to send a message, asking Biling and their familiar little children's holy hands to come to Yangzhou as soon as possible.

In this way, both Zhao and Lu were convinced.

The female scroll of the Zhao family is still in Piling and has not returned to Suzhou, and the Zhao family has a total, Lu Fenghe did not return to Piling, but the Zhao family took the *** lady and the female scroll of the Zhao family to Yangzhou.

But that's all for later.

The most important thing at the moment is Sister Zhen'er's.

Lu Fenghe drank half a bowl of porridge and ate two small soup dumplings, saying that he couldn't eat anything.

No matter how Qin Ling'er persuaded her, it was useless to ignore her, the child was the meat of her mother's heart, and there were some who couldn't eat it, and she still ate a little.

"Cheng, I don't care about you anymore, you take care of your own body, I'll go to see the two boys, Brother Zhi'er is too skinny, don't disturb Brother Fang'er to study."

"I'm really lacking in skills, so Brother Fang will work hard for you." Lu Fenghe said.

Qin Ling'er snorted angrily, "Just say that Brother Fang called me aunt, and I didn't care about him, what are you talking about, I see it."

Lu Fenghe smiled flatteringly.

"That's hard for us, too

Lu Ba Niang."

Qin Ling'er pretended to be annoyed, and after a few words of fighting with Lu Fenghe, she got up and left.

Brother Fang came to see Sister Zhen in the morning, talked to Lu Fenghe, and was taken to another courtyard by Qin Ling'er.

Brother Fang is reluctant to play with Brother Zhi'er, and would rather study by himself than play with Brother Zhi'er.

So there was an interesting scene in the courtyard where Qin Ling'er lived temporarily, Brother Zhi tried quite well to play with Brother Fang'er, flip through Brother Fang'er's book, and dance with his pen for a while.

Brother Fang raised his head and looked at it, Brother Zhi hurriedly put the things in his hand at the moment, and when Brother Fang looked down at the writing again, Brother Zhi'er's small hands were idle.

Qin Ling'er sat on the side and looked at Brother Zhi'er, who was being treated by Brother Fang'er, and held back her laughter.

I don't know if Lu Hachiro, who was covered in ink by his own son Lake, will be angry and hurt when he sees the scene in front of him.

Brother Fang finished today's schoolwork, and when he was sorting out the big characters, he saw the red drawing of the previous day, how to look at it and how he was not satisfied, so he pulled out the two big characters that he had written with a yawn the day before.

Qin Ling'er saw that Brother Fang had packed up the paper and pen, thinking that he had finished his schoolwork, and was about to get up and take them to the back to see Sister Zhen'er, but she didn't expect that Brother Fang had spread out the new paper again.

"Not finished yet?" Qin Ling'er asked.

The sun was not early, and Brother Zhi yawned several times in boredom, and the kitchen also brought warm and hot soup.

Brother Fang shook his head, "Today's homework is done, this is yesterday."

"Is this going to be rewritten?"

Brother Fang nodded, "Mother said, if it's so-so in doing homework, it's better not to do it."

Qin Ling'er looked at Brother Fang with a serious face, this seemed to be said by Lu Fenghe, but this was not something He Niang would do.

He Niang understands all the truths in her homework, but she may not necessarily do it.

Unless the master says that the homework cannot be done, it is impossible for He Niang to take the initiative to start over.

"Eat something before you do it?" Qin Ling'er proposed.

Brother Fang looked at the snacks on the table and swallowed his saliva, he was a little hungry, but ......

Brother Fang'er's eyes are so painful.

"You've finished your homework for the day, so you can take a break. Even in the academy, don't you leave school when the time comes?" Qin Ling'er said.

Brother Fang turned his head to look at the homework he had completed, and then looked at the snacks on the table, Brother Zhi still grabbed a piece and took a bite and came to Brother Fang to give it to his brother.

Brother Fang made a difficult decision.

He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, shook his head and refused to treat him, "Brother, you eat first, brother will eat later."

After speaking, Brother Fang picked up the pen again, and deliberately turned sideways, so that he could not see the table with hot soup for dim sum.

Qin Ling'er looked at the little man who pursed her mouth tightly, and sighed in her heart, no one handed him over this, this must be genetic, or follow his father.