Early the next morning, Ganlin, the county magistrate who hadn't woken up yet, was directly broken into the door by his younger brother, and the concubine on the side exclaimed, so frightened that Ganlin hurriedly got up.

"Gan Liang, you are fooling around!" Gan Lin was furious, and scolded while protecting the concubine.

Gan Liang said with a bitter face: "Brother, don't sleep, something is wrong!" Someone is going to rebel against you! ”

Gan Lin first put on a coat for the concubine and sent her out, and then asked with a sinking face: "Say, what's wrong?" ”

Gan Liang handed his brother a piece of white paper, and Gan Lin looked at it, and his face became even more gloomy. The inscription on the paper is the "Xijiang Moon" written on the auspicious day last night.

"This is the son of the farmer you killed?"

Gan Liang didn't dare to say a word more, just lowered his head, and looked like admitting punishment and admitting punishment. Gan Lin sighed and continued: "Where did the poem come from, ruined. The Queen Mother's birthday is coming, don't delay the big event. ”

Inside the medical hall, Ji Mu had already come to her senses, but her face was still pale. Lang Zhong brought the boiled medicinal soup, Ji Ri tasted it first, felt that it was too hot, let the medicine cool a little, and then fed it to his mother spoonful by spoonful.

As soon as the decoction was fed, it was less than a cup of tea, and Jimu vomited it all. Lang Zhong frowned, and said: "This medicine is the best grade for blood tonic, but Ling Tang is difficult to swallow, I'm afraid it ......."

"Doctor, is there anything else? I can't just watch my mother! "Ji Ri's dazed sorrow is surging, and now he has to resort to any suitable method.

Lang Zhong pondered for a moment and said: "The method of replenishing blood is not only medicinal stones, but also food supplements, if you eat red dates every day, although the recuperation is slow, it will always recover slowly." ”

The auspicious day was overjoyed, and immediately bowed to Xie Langzhong, and immediately went out to buy jujubes. The water and soil of Huze are rich in red dates, and it didn't take much effort to buy them on an auspicious day, but when I passed the butcher shop, I suddenly remembered that the pork liver is also a blood nourishment, so if I bought some pork liver back, it might get better faster.

The butcher who killed the pig and sold the meat was a little puzzled and asked, "What do you want the pig liver for?" It was fishy and astringent, and it was fed to dogs on weekdays. ”

Ji Ri just begged the butcher to sell him pig liver, just to cure his mother's illness. When the butcher heard that it was for curing diseases, his face was embarrassed, he took out a piece of pork liver and said: "Little brother, it's not that I won't help you, it's just that the pig has been slaughtered until now, and the liver is no longer fresh. If thou wilt heal it, get up early to-morrow, and I will send thee to do a good deed. ”

Ji Ri said: "The eldest brother is so kind-hearted, the younger brother is grateful, and the eldest brother is troubled, and the younger brother will be grateful in the future!" ”

He returned to the hospital with the red dates and pork liver, washed the red dates and fed them to his mother first. On weekdays, my mother loves to eat the jujube trees at home, but now the jujube is dried, and it tastes spicy, and my mother still can't swallow it.

Seeing this, the auspicious day slices the pork liver when making it, and after taking wine to remove the smell in the kitchen of the pharmacy, cooking soup, the mother is not in harmony; Stir-fry tenderly, still do not drink. Lang Zhong couldn't stand it anymore, and said: "I don't know where you learned that the liver can replenish blood, and I also used it when boiling medicine, so Ling Tang didn't drink it, can you eat it if you cook it like this?" ”

Lang Zhong's words reminded him of the auspicious day. It's nothing more than that you can't swallow the taste when you can eat it, and if you can slowly get used to it, there will always be a time to see the light of day. Ji Ri remembered his own steamer, which could just use the steaming method to penetrate the flavor, but the steamer in the shop was damaged, and he had to go to Junling again.

Just as Jiri was running around for his mother's illness, Chen Tingjing and Chai Rong were investigating the situation in front of the steamed bun shop.

"Brother Chai, I can do this thing, you will be promoted today, why meddle in such a small matter, in case it is self-defeating, it is not beautiful!"

Chai Rong didn't care, he looked at the poems on the ground, and then at the door on the wall, and said, "Brother Chen, tell me, this little doll is really as you said, is it just to accompany your son-in-law for two years?" ”

Chen Yuanwai nodded affirmatively. Chai Rong sighed with emotion: "The pearl is covered with dust! This son knows Lun Chang Dali, and he knows how to take advantage of the situation, I want to see how this steamed bun boy can fight against the order of Ze County! ”

Where did Chen Yuanwai allow Chai Rong to watch the play, and said: "The auspicious day is to herd cattle in my house for ten years, and I will save his life if I don't mention poetry, you better hurry up and get on the road, don't miss the time, and provoke the saint to cure you for a crime of neglect." ”

Chai Rong laughed and said, "If you are sluggish, you will be sluggish, I just remember that you still owe me a steamed bun, and if you don't eat it, you will drive me away, where is this hospitality?" ”

Chen Yuanwai was silent, he was an arrogant and unruly character when he met Chai Rong, he hadn't seen him for ten years, although he was a little restrained, but after all, his nature was difficult to change. The two did not leave until the slaves of Ganfu came to eradicate the handwriting, knowing that the county order also had the intention of calming people.

What is most angry about this matter now is not the auspicious day of the bitter master, his mind is all about treating his mother's illness. But the scolded Gan Liang is different, what he wants on weekdays is not what he can't get, but when he saw a new thing yesterday, the old woman repeatedly shirked it, clearly looking down on herself.

Not only did the other party not send steamed buns today, but also dared to write poems to ruin his reputation? Gan Liang is not as easy to talk as Gan Lin, since the steamed bun kid doesn't know how powerful he is, he clearly told him what is the surname of Zecheng!

Despite the earth-shaking changes in the city, Ji Ri still remembers his mother. This is the third time I have come to Zhu Tianqi's house. Zhu Tianqi looked at the auspicious day that was burning in a hurry, and asked, "Where are the steamed buns?" ”

Ji Ri said: "The shop is smashed, the steamer is broken, how can there be steamed buns, make another one." ”

Zhu Tianqi was a little speechless and said, "Where can I find bamboo for you in such a big steamer for a while?" Wait, it's better to be okay than anything! ”

This last sentence, Zhu Tianqi thought it was a relief, but Ji Ri thought of his mother on the sickbed, and his eyes were a little red, but he finally held back and said: "This time it doesn't need to be so big, just fit the iron pot at home, my mother is in a hurry to use it." ”

Zhu Tianqi saw that the situation was not right, silently took out a few bamboos from the house, sat on a stool and knitted them. While making it up, he asked Ji Ri: "How is your mother?" ”

Ji Ri paused and said, "Qi and blood are lacking, and they need to be recuperated." ”

These eight words are not light, but they are not heavy, Zhu Tianqi honestly does carpenter work and does not ask more. In a few moments, a simple and sturdy bamboo cage was braided.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhu, I'll give you the money for the plaque."

Zhu Tianqi waved his hand and said, "If you have money to spend on the blade, what is a few pieces of bamboo, it's true to go back and take care of your mother quickly." ”

When Gan Liang couldn't find an auspicious day, and Chai Rong pulled Chen Yuan out to watch the play, only Liu Xi, the shopkeeper of Liubiju, was injured tons. Today, because of the poems on the ground, there are a lot more guests, but when they leave, they will smile at Liu Xi, and then leave a sentence.

"Shopkeeper, this doorman next door is talking about you, right?"