Seeing Jiang Michia come back, Jiang Chunyu hurriedly greeted her, "Sixth Sister, you are back."
"Waiting for me here so anxiously, do you want to know what good things I have brought for you?" Jiang Michia asked with a smile.
"It's really not true." Jiang Chunyu shook his head like a rattle, stretched out his hand to tug on Jiang Michia's sleeve, "Sixth sister, please go to the workshop to see the sixth brother-in-law..."
Little son-in-law?
Jiang Michia was stunned, "What happened to your sixth brother-in-law?"
"It's hard to say..." Jiang Chunyu's face was filled with confusion, "Anyway, Sixth Sister can just go and take a look."
Jiang Michia didn't care about anything else and ran to the bamboo weaving workshop with Jiang Chunyu. When she rushed all the way to the workshop, she saw Song Jingyun weaving waterproof bamboo boxes in the workshop yard.
The bamboo strips were flying up and down under his hands very fast. When the speed was fast, it was as if he could see the tragic afterimage left behind by the bamboo strips.
Moreover, Song Jingyun was so focused that he didn't seem to hear the noise around him. He didn't even notice that Jiang Michia entered the courtyard.
"It seems okay." Jiang Michia looked at Song Jingyun again and again, but couldn't see anything wrong.
The son-in-law usually does the same thing when weaving baskets.
"But Jingyun has been knitting here continuously for an hour and a half..." Jiang Youcheng said, "After lunch at noon, you walked to the town, and he went to the workshop and started knitting baskets. By now, he was weaving baskets. I didn’t drink the water, I didn’t even go to the latrine, I didn’t stop.”
Three hours of weaving baskets without stopping?
Jiang Michia herself was startled. She walked up to Song Jingyun and reached for the half-knitted bamboo basket in his hand. "Don't knit anymore. Take a break."
Song Jingyun was stunned for a moment with his hands frozen in the air. When he looked up and saw Jiang Michia, he immediately became energetic and said, "My lady is back."
Jiang Michia didn't reply to his words, just took his hand and looked at it.
Because he has been weaving baskets here for a long time, even if he wears the single-sided gloves specially designed by Jiang Michia for those who work in the bamboo weaving workshop to prevent wear and tear on the palms or scratches during work, Song Jingyun's palms and fingers are still wet at this time. All red.
He had already communicated with Song Jingyun before that he should make money in a moderate manner and not work too hard, but now he is still working so hard and not paying attention to his health.
Is it okay to eat just to be greedy?
What's more, the family is not short of money now!
Jiang Michia felt angry, and when she spoke to Song Jingyun, she was full of questions, "What are you doing?"
"What are you doing?" Song Jingyun was a little confused when asked, and seeing the obvious anger on Jiang Michia's face, he became even more timid, "I'm not doing anything, I'm just making up the box..."
Worried that his explanation was unclear, he added, "There are still some waterproof boxes from the batch that the tea garden asked for, so I'm making this up."
"I know." Jiang Michia said, "I'm asking you, why haven't you been knitting for more than an hour, and your hands are so worn that you don't know how to take a break?"
"Ah?" Song Jingyun looked up at Tian'er and was surprised when he saw that the sun had indeed set in the west. "Is it already so late?"
"I really didn't pay attention... I just thought about making these things up quickly and delivering them early, so I kept making them up, and then you came back..."
Jiang Michia, "..."
Is it because you are too focused?
"Then why did you make no move when we called you?" Jiang Youcheng asked in confusion.
During this period, he saw Song Jingyun knitting boxes here. He called out twice, but Song Jingyun didn't react at all.
Jiang Youcheng originally wanted to take the things away from him and force him to take a rest, but he also remembered that Jiang Michia had told him before that if Song Jingyun did something extraordinary while she was away, she must not forcefully stop him. , have to wait for her to come back to deal with it.
So Jiang Youcheng didn't dare to make any move and just sent Jiang Chunyu to wait at the entrance of the village. As soon as he saw Jiang Michia, he quickly asked her to come to the workshop to take a look at Song Jingyun.
"Have you ever called me?" Song Jingyun looked at Jiang Youcheng blankly.
Jiang Youcheng, "..."
he shouted, twice.
But now that Song Jingyun has nothing to do, it doesn't matter whether he yelled or not.
At this point, Jiang Michia felt something was not right.
Song Jingyun learned things quickly and was serious enough to be focused and focused.
But working so hard for three hours in a row, this concentration is a bit too much...
Jiang Michia thought like this and reached out to touch Song Jingyun's forehead.
very hot.
"I have a fever." Jiang Michia said, "No wonder you look depressed. Go home and take a rest."
It's so hot that you need to do some physical cooling first.
"I'll go to Dayangshu Village to ask for a doctor." Jiang Chunyu volunteered.
The porcelain kiln has been busy for many days. Zhu Yongwu can't bear it anymore, so he will take a day off today. Jiang Chunyu has nothing else to do today.
"Go back quickly and tell Dr. Yang that your sixth brother-in-law has a high fever." Jiang Youcheng warned.
"Don't worry, I'll go right away." After Jiang Chunyu finished speaking, he disappeared.
Jiang Michia took Song Jingyun home.
The little husband-in-law, who was suffering from high fever, didn't face red at all, but when he walked, his steps were a little slow and he looked a little weak.
Jiang Michia helped him into the house, tidied the bed and asked him to lie down.
I went to get a basin of warm water, soaked the towel, and put it on his forehead. Then I dipped the towel in water and wiped his neck and armpits to physically cool him down.
Song Jingyun cooperated obediently, raising his arms when asked, and raising his neck when asked.
When Jiang Michia wiped his neck, she could feel the slight burning sensation in his breath.
Fever is a particularly uncomfortable thing for adults.
Today, my son-in-law kept weaving baskets, and he must have felt very uncomfortable. But this was the first time he had experienced this situation, and he didn’t know what to do, so he had to use mechanical repetitive movements to relieve his physical discomfort.
There are usually signs of fever, but she didn't notice it, which shows that as a wife, she didn't care enough about her husband-in-law. She even misunderstood him at first because he was greedy and kept working.
Jiang Michia felt quite guilty.
"How are you feeling now? What's wrong with you?"
"My head is a little heavy." Song Jingyun pointed at his head, "It feels like it has gotten bigger. My body is a little cold and my throat hurts."
Seems like typical symptoms of a cold.
"Do you want to cough? Do you feel uncomfortable here?" Jiang Michia pointed to his chest, "What about other places? Do you feel anything different from usual?"
"No, I don't feel uncomfortable." Song Jingyun answered truthfully, "I don't feel uncomfortable in other places either."
Seeing this, Jiang Michia was slightly relieved.
Judging from Song Jingyun's condition, it's probably not a fever caused by other illnesses, but a common cold. However, the specific condition still has to wait for Dr. Yang's consultation.
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Ah, today is the last day of July. I hope that all the little cuties in August will go well and that all their wishes will come true. I also hope that as an author, I can write like a spring and write diligently~
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