Not being able to take care of dinner, the drinking with blacksmith Luo could only be postponed until night. Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang hurried to Lao Mu's house.

At Lao Mu's house, there was no one in the yard. Fallen leaves were spread all over the floor, and the kitchen was deserted.

There was no one in the main room, Chen'er was guarding the west room where Mu Zichuan was.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang come in, Chen'er quickly stood up from the bed.

"Father, mother, you are here. Uncle Zichuan is having a fever. I called him, but he didn't respond," Chen'er said.

Luo Fengtang nodded, passed Chen'er and went straight to the bed, raised his hand and pressed it on Mu Zichuan's forehead.

He turned to Yang Ruoqing and said, "My forehead is as hot as a charcoal stove."

Yang Ruoqing frowned, "I don't know how long he has been burning. The two servants in the yard are also missing."

Chen'er said: "A few days ago, before the school officially had its annual holiday, Uncle Zichuan sent the two servants back to his hometown to celebrate the New Year. These days, Uncle Zichuan has been living alone at home."

Yang Ruoqing was startled. She hadn't been to Lao Mu's house for a while.

On the one hand, the twelfth lunar month is busy. Not only is my family busy with New Year celebrations, but business in several places is also at the end of the year.

In addition, the old Yang family, the Sun family, and the Zhou family were giving birth to babies, getting married, getting engaged, and breaking their legs in turn. She felt that she was never stopped.

Furthermore, she also knew that Chen'er was in love with Muzichuan and would often come to Muzichuan to talk and discuss academic matters when he came back.

Therefore, she naturally wandered around less often.

Unexpectedly, Lao Mu's servants were sent away a few days ago, and Mu Zichuan has been living alone these days.

"I'm really ashamed. Your father and I don't even know this. It's up to you, my son, to tell us." Yang Ruoqing said.

After that, she raised her head and said to Luo Fengtang: "Hurry up and ask Uncle Fu to come over and take a look. If it doesn't work, we have to send it to the town hospital."

Chen'er said: "Father, mother, I'll ask Uncle Fu to come over."

Yang Ruoqing said: "You go home and have dinner, and mother will call you."

Chen'er: "But..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Chen'er, be obedient. It's okay to come over after you finish eating. Your grandparents are still waiting for you to go back and have dinner together. Mom, I made boiled beef tenderloin, you can try it."

Chen'er left obediently.

Here, Yang Ruoqing also stood up and was about to call Uncle Fu, but was stopped by Luo Fengtang.

"I'll go and you stay to take care of Zichuan," he said.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "The difference between men and women is inconvenient. Besides, there is no special care at the moment. What I can do, you can do too, is to get some cold water and twist a towel on his forehead to cool down."

Luo Fengtang thought for a moment. Although he believed in his wife, she also had a sense of propriety.

But the daughter-in-law's concerns were right. If she was left alone to take care of Zichuan in the west room, if she was seen by those people in the village who like to gossip, she might have to make up a lot of things.

"Okay, then I'll go get a cold water handkerchief for Zichuan to cool down." Luo Fengtang got up and went to the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing went to the south end of the village as quickly as possible to find Uncle Fu.

When she took Uncle Fu back to Lao Mu's house, Mu Zichuan still didn't wake up, lying there with a handkerchief on his forehead.

Luo Fengtang stood beside the bed, rubbing his hands nervously with an anxious look on his face.

When he heard footsteps coming in, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Fu, please come over here!" He hurriedly came over to help take the medicine box from Uncle Fu.

Uncle Fu nodded, without any unnecessary greetings, and went directly to the bedside to feel Mu Zichuan's pulse, check his eyelids and tongue coating...

"If he catches the wind and cold, I will give him medicine to dispel the wind and suppress the cold and take it first." Uncle Fu said.

Luo Fengtang said: "Uncle Fu, how can we cure his high fever that won't go away?"

Uncle Fu glanced at Luo Fengtang and smiled: "Your wife Qing'er is the best at reducing fever. Just ask her. Her method of reducing fever is combined with the medicine I prescribed. As long as Mu Zichuan doesn't go out for a few days to get into trouble."

If you catch the cold, it will gradually get better."

Yang Ruoqing was boiling medicine in the kitchen, while Luo Fengtang stayed by Mu Zichuan's bed and took care of her.

During this period, Chen'er and Luo Baobao came over again after having a full meal.

"Chen'er, go home and ask your uncle for some soju, and tell him that we are going to relieve your uncle Zichuan's fever." Yang Ruoqing ordered.

Chen'er hurried home to get it, and after a while he brought soju.

It takes a while to boil the medicine, and it takes three bowls of water to boil it into one bowl.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing boiled a large pot of hot water, poured some shochu into the hot water, and brought it into the west room.

Open Muzichuan's closet and find clean underwear for him.

Suddenly her fingers found a stack of paper at the bottom of the cabinet, and she took it out and flipped through it.

This sight made her hands tremble in fright, and she quickly stuffed the paper back into the bottom of the wardrobe and put it in its original place.

"Qing'er, have you found the clothes?"

Luo Fengtang came behind her at some point and asked.

This surprised Yang Ruoqing even more. She turned around, not daring to meet his eyes, as if she had done something extremely modest.

Fortunately, Luo Fengtang didn't seem to notice anything. He took Mu Zichuan's clothes from her hand, and then said to her calmly: "Chen'er and I will help Zichuan wipe his body to reduce the fever and change clothes. You and the baby can go out first.

"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Then I'll go to the kitchen to serve the medicine."

He quickly took Luo Baobao's hand and left the house and came to the kitchen.

Squatting in front of the small stove, holding a cattail leaf fan and gently fanning the fire at the bottom of the stove, she was absent-minded, and her mind was filled with the paintings she had seen before.

Although she only saw a few pictures on the top, she had a hunch that she must be drawn on all the drawings at the bottom.

Standing, sitting, front, side, smiling, tense...

Happy, frowning, surprised, indifferent...

She herself had never observed so carefully that she had so many colorful expressions, but Muzichuan painted them all on paper.

I don’t know when he painted it. Didn’t he say he had put it down? Why are you still painting those things?

Can't he dig out from the past and start a new life?

Hasn't he already agreed to the Liu family's marriage? Liu Doukou is still waiting for him to come out of his filial piety period and marry her.

He really shouldn't be like this. Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel a little irritated!

The movements in his hands couldn't help but become faster, and the cattail leaf fan made a clanging sound.

"Mother, mother!"

Luo Baobao suddenly jumped up to her and held her hand.

"What's wrong?" she asked in surprise.

Because the eyes of the girl in front of me were wide open and full of surprise.

"Mom, I have to ask you now, what are you thinking about? You are so lost in thought that the medicine is boiling out!" Baby Luo said, pointing to the medicine jar on the small stove.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the small stove and said, "Oh my gosh, it's really boiling."
Chapter completed!