Little Fubao from the farmhouse takes space to flee famine

Chapter 17 Fever and Cold
When Wang Yonglin saw his family members, he wiped the sweat scarf on his shoulders, and waved to them with a smile.

Even in the severe winter, the men on the pier always wear a thin coat, at most they put a piece of cloth on their shoulders, otherwise the shoulders will be worn out.

"Hot steamed buns, steamed buns just out of the steamer."

"Noodles, hot noodles."

The stall owners on the side began to yell, and they were very enthusiastic towards the men on the pier.

It was almost noon now, and work was about to end for dinner on the pier.

Fang Cuiying was envious of these stalls, and she really wanted to set up one. The last time I visited, I found that doing business is not so easy. There are several here that she can do.

The family came to a place where cotton was sold. It was a small workshop, and the sound of cotton playing was endless, like playing a piano.

The one who was playing cotton was an experienced old man, pulling and flicking, the cotton wadding was flying around, and white wadding was hanging all over his body.

"Are you going to play cotton? How many beds do you want to play?"

The one who came to talk was the hostess here, probably over 50 years old, picking cotton husks on the stool.

"The ones that make five beds must be bigger and thicker." Liu Chunlan carefully observed the cotton in each cloth bag, and there were some slag and cottonseed mixed in.

"That is to make a bed of ten catties. This catty of cotton costs ten Wen, plus thirty Wen for handwork, and five beds cost 650 Wen."

Fang Cuiying stabbed her sister-in-law with a hand abductor, which was too expensive. They sold ten rabbits and vegetables for just over 500 Wen today.

"Why did the price go up? It used to be five renminbi a catty of cotton. This is to kill us. Do ordinary people want to live?"

The old woman was helpless. The market was like this this year. Prices were rising rapidly. The quantity of cotton shipped from the north was small and the price was high. They bought these second-rate goods mixed with cotton husks at high prices.

Father Wang took his two daughters-in-law to other places, and the price was doubled.

Enduring the pain, he tore out five big quilts, all of which were ready-made, and spent all the money he got today, without even warming it up.

An Ran looked at the cotton, the quality was really not that good, in her eyes the cotton was snow white, mixed with the smell of the sun.

But there are more or less slag in these cotton, and the cotton is a little yellow.

She has unlocked 56 kinds of seeds now, and she has not planted cotton yet.

"Ah Qiu!" An Ran shook her head and sneezed several times.

Father Wang was terrified, and quickly touched her head. The temperature was normal and warm.

"This little girl shouldn't be cold, you see, the snot is flowing."

An Ran couldn't control it either. Her nose and snot flowed to her lips. It was salty and tasted a bit good. What's going on?

Father Wang didn't dare to stay outside any longer, thinking that he would be warmer when he returned home.

An Ran didn't expect that just a little wind from her small body almost killed half her life.

An Ran developed a fever that night, and Father Wang was so frightened that he wanted to carry her to the town to find Dr. Ji. He should not have taken her to Huichun Hall today.

An Ran was in a daze, and found some medicines for her illness in the pharmacy by herself, thinking that she was still a child, so she took half of the dose.

Father Wang blamed himself very much. He called Fu Bao. It was cold and windy outside the house. Doctor Ji lived in the town, but An Ran's face was red and she fell asleep in a daze.

"Who is it?" Tong Yuan was shivering with his coat on.

"It's you, what's the matter?"

Tongyuan saw that the old man had a red nose and frost on his eyebrows, and a man in his 20s was next to him, he was very big, and he was holding a baby in his arms.

"My granddaughter is sick, please ask Doctor Ji to take a look."

"Brother, please call Doctor Ji for us, please."

Tongyuan had a severe headache, so his master went to see a doctor. He had been seeing doctors day and night for the past few days, and he felt very distressed. Besides, there was still a question about whether his master could return safely.

"My master has gone to the Lin Mansion, and he won't be back for a while. There is more than one pharmacy in this town. Go somewhere else."

It's winter, I can't sleep well, there are always people seeking medical advice in the middle of the night, they are not gods, it's annoying.

"I wonder if the little doctor can help to take a look first, the child can't wait."

"Tong Yuan, let them come in first."

The person who welcomed them in was a very young boy with a fair face, heroic features, and a faint cyan color under his eyes, showing a tired look.

The boy opened the cotton cloth and found a chubby baby inside. The baby's fat cheeks were flushed, and the pink mouth was spitting bubbles of saliva.

"It should be caused by the wind and cold. How long has it been since the fever? Now the body temperature is very high. Go to my room first."

Wang Yonglin nodded while answering the boy's question, without any thought that the person in front of him was a half-grown child.

The boy's room has a fireplace. In order to provide better lighting, the boy took out a new candle from the wooden box and lit it, and put the lampshade on it to make the whole room brighter.

"Tong Yuan, go and get some hot water. This is the prescription. You follow the medicine, fry it and bring it here."

The young man took a pen to write down the letter and handed it to his junior brother, and took off An Ran's coat, only wearing a small jacket.

The slender and bony left hand holds Anran's right wrist a little bit above, and the index finger and middle finger of the right hand push along the center of Anran's right forearm inside, from the wrist crease to the elbow crease.

The ancients called it "Qingtian River Water", and this simple method can quickly reduce fever.

Soon Tong Yuan called hot water, added some cold water to make it warm, wetted it with a square towel, handed it to his senior brother, turned around and went to decoct the medicine again.

He is also a caretaker, the old and the young all come out of the same mold, the master doesn't stop in the middle of the night, and the senior brother doesn't stop in the middle of the night.

Let's see how long this body can last. There will be a lot of sick people tomorrow.

In a daze, An Ran only felt that her body was not so hot anymore, she just felt that she was in dire straits and was about to suffocate.

The young man massaged his meridians for a while, and then used warm water to help An Ran cool down.

This milk doll is the chubby child he has ever seen, with small arms like lotus joints, and a soft and delicate body. Compared with many children he has seen, he is well-raised.

Soon Anran's temperature subsided, but the child often had repeated fevers, and the medicine he prescribed was very mild, and the medicine that was mild and did not hurt the spleen and stomach would be much less effective.

"Uh~uh~" An Ran opened her eyes. Her head was so heavy that it seemed like she would close them again the next second.

I put the medicine in my mouth with a spoon. The medicine is not bitter but has a grassy taste, which is not good to drink.

There were quite a few people in her line of sight, and her light-colored robes swayed from her sight, and she also had a pair of beautiful hands, a faint herbal smell, and a nice voice, revealing maturity and stability in her youthful sense.

In the end, An Ran couldn't resist the drowsiness, yawned, turned over, made a few puff puffs, and farted to sleep.

The young man smiled and said: "The temperature has dropped, and the turbid and cold air has also been discharged. Don't blow the wind at night, just take the medicine for three days and you will be fine."

"Thank you, little doctor. The little doctor is so skilled in medicine at such a young age, and the apprentices brought out by Doctor Ji are as good as him."

"Uncle Wang's award is due to his teacher's good teaching. There are many children who get sick in winter, and he has accumulated some insignificant experience.

If it wasn't for the master's visit today, Xiaosheng wouldn't dare to take it on his own, not to mention thanks to the medicine sent by Uncle Wang. "

Seeing that the conversation was going to go wrong, Father Wang asked his son to take Fubao back after thanking him.

"The child can rest here today. It's too cold, and the child can't stand the toss. If you don't dislike it, you can live in the pharmacy next door and leave tomorrow morning."

"Thank you doctor, you are such a good man, he is like a living Bodhisattva descending to earth." Father Wang was at a loss for words, only these words of praise.

I think back then their military doctors told them to survive as long as they couldn't die.

(End of this chapter)