After all, being with Yan Qingyao who is not sick is much better than being with them.
But they never expected that Chen Xiaoyu drank the medicine they were worried about without thinking.
There was no movement between the two of them for two hours. The village chief's wife was still able to move. Just when she was about to stand up and go to the kitchen to take a look, she saw Yan Qingyao walking in with Chen Xiaoyu in her arms.
She is petite, and except for a little flesh on her face, her limbs are very thin, but when she picked up Chen Xiaoyu, it was as easy as lifting a small object.
"Xiaoyu..." After a few hours, the village chief's wife's throat had already started to become hoarse. Looking at Chen Xiaoyu, she felt even more distressed and disbelieving.
Yan Qingyao said expressionlessly: "You touch it."
These words were said without any emotion, as if something big had happened. The village chief's wife was frightened, and she quickly reached out and touched Chen Xiaoyu's body.
The village chief's wife breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she was still warm.
But when she touched it, she began to feel something was wrong, and then reached out to touch his forehead. He had a cough and fever since last night. When she looked at him just now, his face was flushed, and it seemed that he had a serious fever.
They had fever-reducing medicine given by the doctor, but they were the village chief after all. In order to protect the interests of the whole village, they only kept two packets. No one dared to take them, just to keep them for Chen Xiaoyu.
She ate a packet for him last night, and cooked a packet for him this morning while she still had the strength. However, it had no effect at all, and instead made him feel more and more feverish.
It looked like I couldn't survive it, but now... the fever has actually subsided...
With tears in her eyes, the village chief's wife turned to look at the village chief lying on the bed: "Chunsheng, Chunsheng, Xiaoyu's fever has gone away. He has finally gone away."
Chen Chunsheng was lying on the bed, glanced at Chen Xiaoyu in Yan Qingyao's arms, and nodded happily: "Okay, okay, Qingyao son, since you saved our Xiaoyu, I will give you all my fields. Thank you. A great kindness."
These words were generous. When he said that Tian Quan would be given to her, Chen Chunsheng was not reluctant or sad at all. Instead, he kept smiling and his eyes fell on Chen Xiaoyu kindly.
The family's only hope is that he can survive.
The village chief's wife immediately took two steps back, sat down by the bed, looked at Yan Qingyao, and said apologetically: "Miss Yan, please help me put Xiaoyu back in the room. It is always inappropriate to stay here. "
Yan Qingyao nodded, and after sending Chen Xiaoyu back to the room, she went to the village chief's room. She didn't know when she had two more bowls in her hands, and put them next to their mouths: "You guys also drink, one bowl for each person."
The two of them looked at each other, and neither of them spoke or moved their mouths.
"Leave it to Xiaoyu! We are all old bones."
After hearing the village chief's words, the village chief's wife wiped away the tears that shed unintentionally and nodded. Yes, my wife was right.
Only then did Yan Qingyao understand what they were thinking. She was not questioning whether there was something wrong with her medicine, but was worried that the medicine was too rare and that if they finished eating it, they would take their grandson's life-saving medicine.
"There are many, don't be afraid, I will not only save you, but also the whole village!"
When Yan Qingyao said this, she seemed to see a golden light coming from behind her, just like the Buddha, with immeasurable merit.
It was the same in the eyes of the village chief and his wife. After drinking the medicine, although they didn't feel better immediately, they could still feel their bodies slowly getting better.
So the next day, as soon as Chen Chunsheng could get out of bed, he hurriedly ran around and told Yan Qingyao that he would gather people to his house, so that she could sit in her house and wait for people to come to her door.
Yan Qingyao nodded, but within a moment, people came one after another, carrying something in their hands.
Seeing Yan Qingyao sitting at the village chief's house, everyone in the village looked unbelieving, and no one dared to be the first to do so.
Chen Xiaoyu, who had a good sleep yesterday, also relied on his young age to be active and lively as if nothing was wrong. When he saw Yan Qingyao sitting in front, Chen Xiaoyu tugged on his sleeve: "Sister Yaoyao, there is still candy. Really? I still want to eat, and I’ll ask my grandpa to come back and give you money.”
Yan Qingyao was amused by his childish words, and she conjured a piece of candy from her arms like a magic trick.
"for you."
Chen Xiaoyu immediately raised a smile and put the candy into his mouth.
The crowd immediately exclaimed, followed by a burst of coughing.
"Isn't this Chen Xiaoyu?"
"I saw that he had a fever yesterday. Is he cured today?"
One word caused a stir!
Everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on Chen Xiaoyu. Chen Xiaoyu also showed his co-ordinating ability as the village chief's grandson and said to the villagers: "Hurry up and line up. The medicinal materials are limited. If anyone doesn't get it, don't blame me. We don’t have any more for you.”
Before these words were spoken, they had already secured their positions.
At the first house, she seemed surprised that she had grabbed the first spot. She had no time to be surprised. She hesitated and took out three layers of cloth in her hand, and finally a cloth bag.
Open the cloth bag, there is silver inside.
She said with some embarrassment: "The village chief said that you can either buy it with land or all your family's silver to buy medicine. I only have thirty taels, but there are seven people in my family..."
Yan Qingyao was stunned and recalled what the village chief said when he went out. He clearly said that this medicine would save the lives of the whole village and let them receive it for free. Why did he change his story again?
"It's okay." Yan Qingyao could only reach out to accept it and gave her medicine for seven people: "Three times a day, come here to get the amount for tomorrow."
"Okay, okay, thank you, Miss Yan."
Unexpectedly, the second one was the old aunt. Looking at her pale face, she was not as arrogant and domineering as before. Instead, she had a sick feeling that was easily blown away by the wind, and Yan Qingyao couldn't sympathize with her.
If others could give it away for free, then this old lady would definitely have to spend all her money in exchange for it.
Seeing that she had been standing for a long time without any intention of paying for it, Yan Qingyao raised her eyebrows and said, "Auntie, if you don't want to buy medicine, don't occupy your position here."
If Yan Qingyao said it alone, she could still be more cheeky, but her voice was loud or soft, just enough for the few people behind to hear it, and the people behind her would glare at her even if they had a cough or fever.
The old aunt pursed her lips and took out ten taels of silver from three layers in her arms: "This is all my belongings."
Yan Qingyao only glanced at it lightly and made a gesture of invitation. The old aunt walked out of the team in confusion. Yan Qingyao asked the third person: "How many people are in your family?"
The old aunt's cough became more and more serious: "Yan Qingyao! What are you doing?"
Yan Qingyao just said lightly: "If you don't give me what you should give me, naturally I won't give you the medicine."
