Sheng Qingyuan took a lot of effort to get Shen Zhao on his back, holding the tree trunk on the side, and it took a lot of effort to carry Shen Zhao on his back.

Shen Zhao was a few years older than her, but he was much taller than her, and his heavy body pressed against her thin back, as if he could bend someone at any time.

Sheng Qingyuan gritted his teeth and returned home with Shen Zhao on his back.

It's only a mile away, but it's as far away as walking a hundred and ten miles.

When he got home, Sheng Qingyuan was obviously too tired, but he didn't dare to rest at all, so he quickly gave Shen Zhao a basic examination to see if he had any other wounds, and then he didn't feel at ease, so he went to the doctor in the village.

It's just that the doctor's medical skills in the village are far inferior to her, and he can't give any good advice at all.

There are many large and small wounds on Shen Zhao's body, but they are only a superficial layer of skin trauma, which can be healed in two or three days, and it is this head.

A bag was picked up where Shen Zhao hit the stump, but there was no bleeding.

There are no professional medical equipment for examination here, and now Shen Zhao has been in a coma, which makes her very worried, worried about whether this collision will have any impact on Shen Zhao.

On this day, Shen Zhao never woke up, and Sheng Qingyuan didn't dare to leave easily, so he stayed by his side all the time.

Shen Zhao was in a coma for a day and a night, and when he woke up, he saw Sheng Qingyuan sitting next to him on the cold ground, leaning against the edge of the bed, and his head was little by little.

When he was unconscious, although he couldn't wake up, he faintly felt that someone was guarding him all the time, giving him medicine, wiping his body, and feeding him water.

Looking at Sheng Qingyuan next to the bed, that little face seemed to have lost a little weight, and there was a shallow dark blue under his eyes.

Shen Zhao involuntarily raised his hand and stretched out towards Sheng Qingyuan's little head.

As soon as her hand touched Sheng Qingyuan's head, she woke up and said happily, "Are you awake?" ”

Sheng Qingyuan immediately stood up, but because he was in too much of a hurry, his eyes suddenly turned white and he almost fell.

Shen Zhao immediately reached out to support her.

Sheng Qingyuan smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just in a hurry, what do you think now?" Does your head hurt, do you feel dizzy and want to vomit? ”

"It's fine." Shen Zhao said in a cold voice.

This seemed to be a little colder than usual, but Sheng Qingyuan didn't pay attention to it.

I guess I just woke up and didn't want to talk much.

Sheng Qingyuan checked his pulse and confirmed that he was fine, so he reluctantly put his mind at ease, but he still couldn't help but admonish:

"Although you don't have any serious problems now, but if you knock your head, this matter can be big or small, you still have to rest and don't think nonsense."

"Hmm." Shen Zhao nodded lightly, and said very little.

Sheng Qingyuan brought warm water to Shen Zhao again, and the buns he made before.

At noon, Sheng Qingyuan took some chicken, split the chicken breast part into shreds, made a pot of shredded chicken porridge, and made two light side dishes.

It looks light, but the aroma is overflowing, and it makes people smell like an appetite.

The entrance of shredded chicken porridge is very fresh and sweet, the shredded chicken is cooked just right, it is very tender, and it is still cold weather, a mouthful of hot shredded chicken porridge entrance, I feel warm all over.

When he first woke up, Shen Zhao's face was cold, and he seemed to have been melted a lot by this pot of hot shredded chicken porridge.

Shen Zhao looked at Sheng Qingyuan, who was very concerned about himself after being busy, but did not obviously not have too much love between men and women, and fell into silence.

Shen Zhao took advantage of Sheng Qingyuan's busyness, took out paper and ink, and wrote something on it.

Shen Zhao's handwriting in Su Rili is relatively neat, but you can vaguely see a bit of hidden domineering.

But today's handwriting was very vigorous and powerful, and after the last stroke, a cold light quickly crossed his eyes.

When Sheng Qingyuan came in, he saw Shen Zhao put the things he had just written down in the furnace and burned them.

"You should have a good rest." Sheng Qingyuan said with a little dissatisfaction.

After speaking, he was afraid that his tone was too heavy, so he added: "I don't want to condemn you, but since you are a patient now, you should listen to the doctor, so that you can get better faster, at that time, I won't stop you from doing whatever you want to do." ”

"Listen to you." Shen Zhao nodded slightly.

"If you're bored, read the book, and if you're done, I'll go to town tomorrow to see if there's any other interesting book, and if you're going out in the sun, I'm afraid it won't work today, and you'll have to rest for at least another day."

Looking at Sheng Qingyuan's small mouth and horn chattering, Shen Zhao didn't feel impatient at all, on the contrary, he felt very warm.

It's like suddenly falling into a glacier, and the white expanse in front of him doesn't know where the road ahead is, at this time there is a warm sun, and a torch appears, which may not be able to show him the way forward at once, but it gives him the motivation to move forward.

"Okay." Shen Zhao nodded in response.

In the past two days, the focus of Sheng Qingyuan has been on Shen Zhao's body, and the amount of sour bamboo shoots produced has decreased.

Seeing that Shen Zhao's condition had stabilized, he didn't see anything wrong after observing him for a few days, and the bag on his head began to slowly disappear, so he found time again to continue to be busy with the production of sour bamboo shoots.

Sanniu's voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Is Brother Shen at home?" ”

At this time, Shen Zhao was sitting in the room reading a book, heard his voice, turned his wheelchair, and went to the door: "Brother Sanniu, why did you come suddenly?" ”

Sanniu was suddenly stunned when he saw Shen Zhao coming out of the house.

I always feel that this Shen brother seems to be different from usual, but he can't say what the difference is.

"Brother Sanniu?" Shen Zhao called again.

Sheng Qingyuan heard the movement, and also walked out and asked, "But what's the problem with the sour bamboo shoots over there in the restaurant?" ”

Sanniu came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It's really a bit of a problem. ”

Sheng Qingyuan's heart lifted up and asked, "What's the problem?" ”

The smile on Sanniu's face was even worse, "The problem is, there are too few." ”

Sanniu explained with a smile: "The sour bamboo shoots and recipes provided by my sister-in-law are excellent, the guests like it, these days our restaurant is full every day, and we are busy, so our shopkeeper asked me to ask if my sister-in-law can supply more?" The shopkeeper also said that if his sister-in-law could supply it, he was willing to give his sister-in-law an extra five cents per jar. ”

Sheng Qingyuan thought for a while and said: "Naturally, it is possible, but it takes time for sour bamboo shoots to pickle, and there are still some here, you can take them first, and in a few days, I will provide more for you." ”

"Okay, the shopkeeper asked me to give my sister-in-law some money first, which should be regarded as a deposit, and then give the rest of the money to my sister-in-law when my sister-in-law sends the sour bamboo shoots." Sanniu said happily.

"Thank you for your hard work, it's almost noon dinner, do you want to come and have a simple meal?" Sheng Qingyuan invited.

Sanniu declined: "Next time I'm free, I'll come again, the business of the restaurant is so good these days, I have to go back to help first, goodbye to Brother Shen, goodbye to sister-in-law." ”

"If it's too hard, don't force it." Shen Zhao said with a faint distress in his eyes.

Sheng Qingyuan shook his head and said: "It's a fool not to make money, it's just that a larger amount is needed, and it really can't be done by me alone." ”

After thinking about it, Sheng Qingyuan's eyes lit up: "There you have it!" ”

If she was alone, she wouldn't be able to provide much, but what if more people could come?

In the afternoon of the same day, Sheng Qingyuan sent a message in the village that she was willing to spend money to buy bamboo shoots from the mountain.

After the news got out, few people believed it, and everyone thought she was just joking.

After all, that thing is not delicious, and it will eat bad people, and there are so many on the mountain, who would be willing to spend money to buy it?

Until the next day, no one came.

The first to come were Mrs. Sheng and Aunt Sheng.

"What are you doing here?" When Sheng Qingyuan saw these two people, his face couldn't look good.

Aunt Sheng immediately accused: "Mother, what kind of attitude do you think she has?!" Let's kindly remind her that she actually talks to us like that! Sheng Qingyuan, do you still have us elders in your eyes? ”

Sheng Qingyuan said coldly: "Elder? The so-called elders who swallowed what my father and mother left me, but didn't give me a mouthful of food for many years? Are you worthy? ”

"You, you, mother, look at her!"

Old woman Sheng ordered with a calm face: "You hurry up and stop the news of what kind of bamboo shoots you are collecting, you are teasing the people in the village like this, you are going to kill the Sheng family?" ”

Sheng Qingyuan's face became more and more cold, "First, I don't have much to do with you, you don't have to worry about the so-called involvement; Second, I never wanted to fool the people in the village, and since I said that I would spend money to buy it, I would not deceive everyone. ”

"That broken thing is unpalatable, and it will eat bad people, what fool would ask for this thing, and you still spend money? At first glance, it must be a lie. Second Aunt Sheng said with disdain on her face.

Sheng Qingyuan didn't want to continue to entangle with them: "If you don't come to send bamboo shoots, then please leave or not." ”

"It's really against you!!" Aunt Sheng said angrily, and as she said that, she raised her hand and was about to step forward and slap Sheng Qingyuan.

On the side of Sheng Qingyuan's body, Aunt Sheng Er pounced in the air, and had an intimate contact with the earth in embarrassment.

"It's the other way around!!" Mrs. Sheng was angry.

When Mrs. Sheng was about to teach Sheng Qingyuan a lesson, Shen Zhao's cold voice sounded: "As elders, the two of you have never fulfilled your responsibilities as elders. Now that you don't understand the facts clearly, you will indiscriminately accuse and curse, and even do it, how can you be worthy of being an elder of Qingyuan?! ”

The anger in Sheng Qingyuan's heart, when he heard Shen Zhao's voice, his heart suddenly warmed, and his anger also decreased a little.

"You ......" Mrs. Sheng was about to retort, but another voice sounded.

"Sheng girl, I went up the mountain to dig some bamboo shoots, can you see if you can use them?" Li Gen carried a basket behind him, one in each hand, which was filled with fresh bamboo shoots.

When Sheng Qingyuan saw it, his eyes suddenly lit up: "It's useful, these bamboo shoots dug by Uncle Genzi are excellent, and they are exactly what I need." ”

Sheng Qingyuan immediately counted the number and weight of these bamboo shoots, and calculated the money for Li Gen.

Li Gen hurriedly refused: "This can't be collected, it's just a bare hand, there are so many bamboo shoots on the mountain, it doesn't take much effort." ”

Sheng Qingyuan insisted: "Uncle Genzi, I only need a lot more bamboo shoots in the future, and I also point to more people who can bring me more bamboo shoots like Uncle Genzi, but if you don't accept this money, I will be embarrassed to let you help in the future." ”

"But that's too much." Li Gen looked at the money in his hand and was a little uneasy.

"No more, no less."

"But, girl, what do you want so many bamboo shoots for?" Li Gen asked suspiciously.

"If Uncle Genzi is free today, it is better to stay and have a meal, so that you will understand." Sheng Qingyuan said with a smile.

Mrs. Sheng and Aunt Sheng looked at the money that Sheng Qingyuan gave to Li Gen, and their eyes were red with jealousy.

"Sheng Qingyuan! Where did you get the money?! At a young age, you actually learned to steal and deceive! Mrs. Sheng angrily accused.