When Su Qingluan came back with her sister in her arms, the little girl was a little wilted and sleepy in her arms.
But Su Qingluan didn't dare to let her sleep outside. It would not be fun if someone accidentally caught a cold.
"Xueyan, let's go back to the house and change into our middle clothes before going to bed. We'll be home soon - look at the yard in front, isn't that our home?"
Following Su Qingluan's gaze, Su Xueyan also saw the Su family's small courtyard. It was just different from the darkness before they left. Two lanterns were hung at the door, swaying back and forth in the cold wind, as if their parents were waiting for them to come back soon.
"Look, our parents have lit lanterns for us. Let's go quickly, otherwise none of them will be able to sleep well." Su Qingluan muttered and quickened her pace.
She guessed right. Although Su Xuanhe had already fallen asleep, Yang had been worried about Su Xueyan's condition. But she was also sick herself and couldn't go out, so she could only worry.
Later, Su Xuanhe coughed, and Su Guangfu, who was responsible for taking care of him, woke up. When he put on his clothes and went out to pour water for his second son, he saw a faint light coming from the main room. When he walked in, he saw Yang alone. Mending clothes and sewing for family members by candlelight.
After asking, I learned that the three girls had a high fever and convulsions, and the eldest girl went to see Mr. Mu for treatment late at night. Now both of them couldn't sleep.
After Su Guangfu fed his son water and put him to sleep, the couple chatted together in the main house while waiting for Su Qingluan and the others to come back.
In order to prevent Su Qingluan from tripping when she crossed the threshold - not to mention she was holding a small child in her arms - Su Guangfu hung two lanterns outside in the dark.
The light of the lantern is limited and can only illuminate part of the doorway near the threshold, but it is better than nothing.
The two of them just sat outside for the second watch. Su Qingluan finally came back with the night breeze and cool air. As soon as he entered the house, he brought good news: "Xueyan is fine for the time being. Mr. Mu will take over for me." She gave her an injection and re-prescribed her prescription. After cooking for you tomorrow morning, I will go to Huichun Hall to get some medicine."
"What are you cooking!" Yang took Su Xueyan from Su Qingluan's arms, "Your father and I have rested for the whole day and are in much better spirits. You should go back to your own room quickly and don't come into our house. Sick!"
Seeing that Su Qingluan wanted to move towards the main house, Yang quickly drove her out.
Seeing that both children had returned safely, Su Guangfu wanted to go back and continue to take care of Su Xuanhe. He also waved his hand towards Su Qingluan: "It's not like the two of us can't do this little work - today I hang up the lantern by myself, and your mother was still doing embroidery work under the lamp just now."
As he said this, he pushed and pushed Su Qingluan out.
Su Qingluan also understood that her parents were afraid that she would also be sick, and they also felt sorry for her to take care of several sick people in the family, so she said she could take care of it.
But no matter how assertive she was, Su Qingluan understood that her father and mother's physical condition could not be deceived. They were obviously weaker than usual and more prone to fatigue.
After all, after a busy day and the first half of the night, Su Qingluan, although her mind was full of things, fell asleep immediately as soon as she touched the pillow, without even having time to blow out the candle.
By the next morning, Su Qingluan had something in mind, so she got up at dawn.
Due to lack of sleep, Su Qingluan felt that her eyelids were very heavy and her mind was a little dizzy and unclear.
Her heart sank: She couldn't be so unlucky. She just stood at the door of the main house yesterday and was infected again, right?
Fortunately, she was not a crow's mouth this time. The direct reason why Su Qingluan felt dizzy was that she was a little tired during the day yesterday and lacked sleep at night. By the time I finished changing my clothes, the particularly sleepy feeling had alleviated a lot.
Turning around, she saw that the candle placed on the low table in the room had turned into a pool of candle tears. Su Qingluan was stunned for a moment before she remembered that she was so sleepy last night that she even forgot to blow out the candle, which resulted in the candle burning in vain. One night.
Coming out of her room, Su Qingluan looked at the misty pastoral roads outside, and did not dare to go too far - it was autumn, and it was before sunrise in the morning. It was also a time of thick fog, and the visibility was exaggerated. I can't see the face clearly.
In this case, it is equivalent to covering your eyes with a thick white cloth. Even if the surrounding terrain is familiar, it is best not to take risks.
Although the distance from the house to the stove is only ten or twenty steps now, it is still very dangerous with the current visibility. What's more, the sun has not risen and visibility is poor. It is pitch dark inside the kitchen, making it easier for problems to occur. Su Qingluan decided to wait until the sun came out to disperse the thick fog.
Taking advantage of this gap, Su Qingluan did some simple stretching yoga in her room to make her mind clearer.
This process didn't take long, only about a quarter of an hour, and the light outside became much brighter. At least I could clearly see the traffic conditions within a dozen steps nearby.
Su Qingluan walked towards the kitchen - sure enough, although the sun had not fully risen yet, the light in the kitchen was no longer the kind of darkness that could not be seen, and there was a faint light leaking from the closed window frame.
Su Qingluan propped up the windows at the front and back of the kitchen and opened the door, making the light inside brighter.
Since everyone in the family except herself is sick, and she was forced to stay up late yesterday because she didn't sleep in the first half of the night, and her appetite today is not very good, so Su Qingluan planned to make a lighter breakfast this morning.
Because it wanted to be light, Su Qingluan used rice and millet to make two-meter porridge. The mustard shreds Su Qingluan had made before had been pickled and flavored, and many spices had been added in advance.
Fortunately, Su Qingluan had the foresight to consider that there were two little guys at home who couldn't eat spicy food, so he didn't add too much Evodia as a spicy seasoning during the process of pickling the shredded mustard greens. Therefore, although the shredded mustard greens this time have been Pickled with salt and sugar until completely dehydrated, but fortunately not spicy.
Otherwise, the throats of those patients would not be able to bear it.
Su Qingluan thought for a while, then added sesame seeds and sesame oil to make the mustard shreds richer in taste and aroma, so that her younger brother and sister could more easily accept the slight pungency of the mustard shreds after fermentation.
After cooking porridge, there are pickles to go with the meal, but both of them are very easy to digest. Even if you don't do heavy physical work and only eat porridge and pickles, you will easily get hungry again. What's more, there is nothing to replenish physical strength. After all, staple food and protein are still needed.
Su Qingluan frowned: the shredded pork that slipped into the porridge required buying tenderloin in advance, and the pork at home has basically been salted into bacon and cannot be used.
Protein... Su Qingluan thought about it, her eyes lit up: How could she forget this!
