Probably because the night before, except for the two children who didn't know how difficult and dangerous childbirth was, everyone was worried about Sun Guixiang and tossed and turned. No one had a good rest. Everyone in the Su family went to bed early this night.
The consequence of insomnia on the first day was that the three adults who were supposed to get up early this morning did not get up even after the two children, Su Xueyan and Su Xuanhe, got up and started dressing. The two little guys even thought that everyone was sick. fall down.
Although Su Guangfu, Yang and Su Qingluan were just trying to make up for their lack of sleep the night before.
"Auntie, I'm going to Mr. Mu's place later today." Su Qingluan ate the tender and smooth egg custard and looked up at Yang.
Yang and Su Guangfu looked at each other: "Why are you going again?" Didn't you just go there yesterday?
Not to mention Yang and Su Guangfu, even Su Xuanhe couldn't help but said: "Sister, have you been to Mr. Mu's house quite frequently recently?"
Su Qingluan was naturally very confident: "Isn't it fortunate that I called Mr. Mu over yesterday, so Aunt Guixiang saved the day?"
Then she looked at her parents and explained: "Didn't I come back yesterday to get my charcoal pen and paper? In fact, I recorded Aunt Guixiang's medical records. Mr. Mu said he couldn't understand and asked me to help today. Go tidy up.”
Of course, the content of the medical record itself, Mu Xingzhi, cannot be remembered suddenly, but Su Qingluan cannot guarantee that Mu Xingzhi will always be in Huaxi Village - who knows whether he "recovered" or "unfortunately died" that day A golden cicada sheds its shell. At that time, if Sun Guixiang had any questions and wanted to check the consultation status this time, where in the world could he go to ask Mu Xingzhi?
Now that Su Qingluan thought about it carefully, she even felt that the name "Mu Xingzhi" might not be true.
However, Su Qingluan couldn't really put these reasons into words, but what she said was enough to convince Yang and Su Guangfu.
However, the two of them repeatedly told Su Qingluan not to stay too long after the matter was done and to come back as soon as possible.
Su Qingluan couldn't laugh or cry: "Where else can I go if I don't come back?" If it's not necessary, who would like to go out in the freezing cold wind like a knife?
She now wished she could sit next to the stove all day and all night, drinking hot tea and warming herself up!
When Su Qingluan left, Su Xuanhe went to review his books, and Su Xueyan went to play by herself. When only Yang and Su Guangfu were left, Yang sighed: "I said you are the head of the family, look at our eldest girl Is it really impossible to have Mr. Mu? I think they match each other very well."
"It doesn't matter how we look at it. Mr. Mu is well-educated and sensible, but our girl, Feng Feng Huo Huo, is obviously not from the same group at first glance," Su Guangfu shook his head, "And the eldest girl herself didn't say anything about this kind of thing, so she may not be happy with it."
"What does she like? She just likes to make money!" Yang couldn't help but feel relieved and a little headache at the same time: Normally, teenage girls either like rouge jewelry or want clothes and handkerchiefs every day.
Her family is very good, and she is obsessed with money.
Of course, being able to shoulder the burden of the family in this way makes parents feel happy and distressed at the same time. However, seeing that next year, my daughter will be fourteen years old, and in another year, she will be a child. Let’s not talk about getting married, let alone talking about them becoming fathers. No matter what my mother thinks, the gossip behind the backs of those people in the village is enough to make people unbearable.
It just so happens that this daughter is very good at making money, but when it comes to marriage matters, she is like a piece of wood that doesn't know how to make money. Yang did not mention this matter either explicitly or implicitly. Su Qingluan agreed readily, but before the young man Yang liked could speak, Su Qingluan had already started working vigorously and resolutely. .
As a result, several young men murmured for a long time and were too embarrassed to speak. Su Qingluan himself did not realize that this man came several times to "see the marriage", and even twice used him as a subordinate by the way.
"Although we have to listen to our parents on matters of marriage, we still have to make sure she doesn't hate her..." Yang and Su Guangfu were very considerate of their daughter, but Su Qingluan was simply not getting enough, which made Yang very distressed. .
"You can't rush this." Su Guangfu patted the back of his wife's hand comfortingly, "You were almost eighteen when we got engaged."
In this era where many people even get married at the age of 12 or 13, and 15 or 16 years old is considered the "popular marriageable age", 18 years old without getting married is already considered "old age".
"Isn't it?" When mentioning the past, Xiang Fang also showed a nostalgic and somewhat teasing expression, "My parents were so anxious at that time that they wished they could catch someone alive and marry me. Fortunately, I met you. It’s fate.”
"So this is all fate. It was destined by God. We can't rush it." Compared to Yang, Su Guangfu was much calmer. It's not that he doesn't care about his daughter's marriage, it's just that Su Guangfu always feels that their daughter has her own ideas, and since she doesn't reject marriage, she naturally has a plan in mind.
As parents, they only need to bring the young man they think is suitable to their daughter without leaving a trace, and give the children a chance to see each other.
Su Qingluan naturally didn't know that her parents had started worrying about her life-long events early in the morning. At this moment, she was sitting in the front hall of Mu Xing's House with some teasing, looking at the master and servant opposite: "How are you? How much do you understand?"
Mu Xingzhi laughed: "It's not a book from heaven, it's better than a book from heaven."
This sentence is very vivid and very pertinent.
Su Qingluan laughed so much that she looked out the door. Mu Xingzhi winked at Song Bo, and he turned around and went out.
Seeing that no one else came to disturb her, Su Qingluan said frankly: "I also want to restore Aunt Guixiang's medical records. After all, although you can remember all the contents of yesterday's diagnosis and treatment, there is no guarantee that you will be able to do this when Aunt Guixiang needs it." Are you here when you write a medical record?"
Su Qingluan said, picking up the shorthand "Medical Record" and flicking it with her fingers, "But in the final analysis, this is secondary. More importantly, don't you think that this kind of record can record a lot of information in just a few words?" Is the method useful?"
Mu Xingzhi was naturally very discerning, and he knew the elegant meaning of the song after hearing it. He looked up at the paper that was written in shorthand: "You mean... espionage?"
Su Qingluan nodded: "I know that you or other relevant personnel have a self-contained language system for transmitting information, but it probably also relies on other tools, right?" For example, a certain book or a certain letter.
And because the technology of movable type printing has not yet been applied in this era, large-scale unified versions of books basically do not exist. Most books are handwritten copies, which means that they are affected by the habits and fonts of each copyist. Due to the limitations of the paper itself, a book looks the same, with different thickness, layout, binding, etc.
Therefore, this caused considerable trouble for intelligence work-just like on TV, the situation of using the Xinhua Dictionary from the same publisher as an "intelligence comparison translation book" does not exist at all, because every book The same text appears on different page numbers.
