novelaction Chapter 835 Sun Xiaobao Has a Fever
Chapter 835 Sun Xiaobao Has a Fever
In addition, there were those who were injured in the battle and those who contributed greatly.
The villagers had no objections to this.
Upon seeing this, the two elders proceeded with the division of the land as they had just agreed upon.
After receiving the roster, they read out the amount of supplies each person would receive.
After the reading was finished, the entire threshing ground remained deathly silent.
Actually, the villagers considered these things to be quite a lot.
But at this time, most of the villagers' families had suffered deaths or injuries.
Even if we share the food with them, we really can't be happy.
These things are as if they were obtained at the cost of a loved one's life.
Seeing that no one was making a move, Uncle Wu sighed and began calling out names.
The villagers whose names were called came forward one by one to receive their gifts.
Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang also received some grain, firewood, and more than ten taels of silver.
After Uncle Wu finished distributing the items overnight, he reassigned the guards.
This time, no one complained about not wanting to be on duty.
Lu Qingqing and the other three carried the food and other supplies they had been allocated back to the small courtyard.
Even after sitting back down on the kang (a heated brick bed), Old Man Zhuang was still somewhat shaken.
He just went to see the battlefield, and the scene was horrific.
Even if you've seen it before, seeing it again is still terrifying.
Seeing that he couldn't sleep either, he volunteered to keep watch.
Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang did not refuse, as they had exhausted themselves that night.
Coupled with lack of sleep and extreme fatigue, I went straight back to my room to sleep.
I slept until almost noon before waking up.
The two of them only learned after they got up that the Wu family had come by that morning.
He originally intended to thank them in person, but after learning that the two were still asleep, he left the gift and departed.
Old Zhuang pointed to the pile of thank-you gifts on the ground and shouted that he wanted to eat those smoked pork trotters for lunch.
Lu Qingqing remembered the smoked pig's trotters stewed with radish that Old Man Zhuang had made before, and immediately raised her hand in agreement.
Although Qin Lang and Sun Yue had never eaten there before, they had confidence in Old Man Zhuang's cooking skills.
After the vote was unanimously approved, Chef Zhuang rolled up his sleeves and got to work.
At lunchtime, the table was set with fragrant smoked pig's trotters stewed with radish, a large plate of dried chili potato shreds, and a small bowl of seaweed soup.
The aroma of the smoked pork trotters filled the house after they were stewed.
Lu Qingqing and the other two couldn't wait to sit down at the kang table and wait for dinner to be served.
Seeing the three of them looking so hungry, Old Man Zhuang quickened his pace.
After the heated steamed buns were brought to the table, it was announced that dinner was served.
As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Qingqing picked up a piece of stewed cured pig's trotter.
One bite reveals its soft, chewy texture and rich, savory flavor.
Qin Lang and Sun Yue, standing nearby, were also eating without even looking up.
During the process, he didn't forget to give Old Man Zhuang a thumbs up.
Old Zhuang was pleased to see them like this.
At the same time, he secretly thought to himself, "If only I hadn't studied medicine back then, I would have studied cooking instead."
Who knows, he might be a famous chef by now.
Old Zhuang thought to himself with satisfaction, picked up a piece of stewed cured pig's trotter, and took a big bite.
After the meal, everyone finished their bowls of stewed pork trotters.
While washing the dishes, Sun Yue felt it was a waste to throw away the soup, so she mixed it directly into the horse feed.
During feeding time, all the horses except for Little White ate happily.
After all, there's quite a bit of salt in this soup.
In the afternoon, Lu Qingqing's family was also busy, with knocks frequently coming in at the gate.
These were all families whom she and Qin Lang had saved the previous night, and they came over with gifts to express their gratitude.
The last to arrive were Mai Sui and her son.
This time, Wheat Ear Mother's spirits and energy were noticeably different.
He now dares to look people directly in the eye when he speaks.
The wheat ears have also changed a lot, no longer as restrained and repressed as before.
It seems to give one a sense of liberation from constraints.
Lu Qingqing thought of what she had heard last night and asked about Sun Laolai's funeral arrangements.
When Mai Sui Niang heard her mention Sun Lao Lai, her body stiffened for a moment.
Seeing the kind looks in their eyes, he still recounted what had happened that morning.
This morning, all the families in the village who had died buried their bodies in the Sun family ancestral cemetery.
In these special times, there are no coffins or anything like that.
Those families with slightly better financial conditions would take a straw mat that they didn't usually use, wrap the body in it, and then bury it.
Those with poor conditions, or like Mai Sui's family.
Not only did they not roll up a straw mat separately, they even stripped the still relatively intact old cotton-padded clothes off the corpse.
After all, the dead are dead, and the living still have to survive in this cold winter.
Therefore, Sun Laolai, dressed in a thin undergarment, did not stand out much in the burial procession.
Recalling the scene from that morning, Mai Sui Niang still felt a little flustered.
She had prepared a lot to say, intending to tell it all if anyone questioned her.
Under no circumstances should my daughter be branded as a murderer.
To everyone's surprise, no one brought up the issue until the burial was completed.
When I got home, I ate lunch with Mai Sui with trepidation.
Looking at his well-behaved and sensible daughter, his initial desire to pay for Sun Laolai's life on her behalf gradually faded.
Life is so good now, and she and her daughter have an even better future ahead.
After thinking it through, I felt even more that it wasn't worth paying for Sun Laolai's life.
She and her daughter went over their statements to make sure that if anyone asked again...
The two then said that Sun Laolai was murdered by that group of merchants.
Ultimately, no one saw how he died.
After coming to terms with it, I feel more hopeful about life.
Lu Qingqing was happy for Mai Sui and her son, who had changed so much.
A few days later, at Sun Laohai's house.
The weather is getting colder and colder, but we don't have much firewood or coal at home.
To save firewood, the whole family, regardless of age or gender, squeezed onto one kang (a heated brick bed).
Because there weren't many blankets, Sun Erhe and his wife Sun Laohai squeezed into one blanket, while Sun Dahai squeezed into another blanket with his wife and son.
At this moment, Sun Erhe was wearing a cotton-padded coat and huddled under the covers, his teeth chattering from the cold.
He felt as if even the blankets were covered in frost, and it was cold everywhere.
"Dad, I think I'm freezing to death. Let's add more firewood to the stove!"
Sun Laohai isn't much better off than his son right now.
But then I think about all the coal left in the house, and how things are going these days.
With several months still to go before winter was over, they simply refused.
At the very edge, Sun Dahai's wife woke up when she heard the noise.
She instinctively hugged her son, who was huddled under the covers.
As she moved, her fingers touched her son's burning forehead.
She screamed in fright and grabbed her husband's cotton-padded coat.
"Dahai, Xiaobao has a fever, his forehead is burning hot, please come quickly!"
That shout startled the whole family, making them sit up.
In their family, Sun Xiaobao is their only grandchild.
She's only a little over two years old now.
At this age, it would be difficult to keep him alive even in normal years.
Not to mention the current cold winter weather.
Since the temperature started to drop, the whole family has been very worried about Sun Xiaobao.
Normally, he was not allowed to get off the bed except to relieve himself.
Upon hearing that he had a fever, the whole family panicked.
Old Sun was calmer. He remembered that Old Zhuang next door was a doctor and might have antipyretics.
After he got off the kang (heated brick bed), he shivered from the cold.
After tugging at his wrinkled, huddled cotton-padded coat, he picked up Sun Xiaobao, who was wrapped in a quilt, and rushed outside.
At this moment, inside Old Man Zhuang's house.
Because the cold winter was coming and going, the four of them stayed in the old man's house during the day to save firewood.
At this moment, Old Man Zhuang and Sun Yue were sitting cross-legged at the kang table, studying medical books.
Qin Lang and Lu Qingqing, on the other side of the heated kang, leaned against the quilt and read books.
Hearing the howling wind outside, Sun Yue got off the kang (a heated brick bed).
He opened the doorway a crack and looked outside.
Seeing that the snow in the yard was falling even more heavily than before, and glancing at the snow layer on the roof, he quickly closed the door.
"Master, Qingqing, I see that the snow is quite heavy, and there's a thick layer on the roof again."
"I'm afraid I'll have to go back to clearing snow from the roof later."