When Han Chunlin heard that his mother was asking him to weed and plant vegetables in the vegetable garden again, Han Chunlin quickly shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'll just copy the books at home."
A few days ago, when he didn't want to study, Wanwan suggested that he go weeding in the fields. He was very happy at that time, but he was happy too early. Just weeding would have exhausted him to death. If it weren't for his weak strength, , and her mother asked him to dig the ground with a hoe. Although the ground was not dug, she did not take a break when planting vegetables. She took a water ladle and scooped up water to water the rapeseed that had just been sown.
Of course, in order for him to have fun and play happily in the field, Mo Ziyuan and Yu Silian left the grass in the field for about half a month and allowed them to grow freely. In addition to the work of pulling weeds, Yu Silian also prepared After plucking everything from the ground, he could replant the seeds and plant vegetables. He couldn't plow the ground, but he could still sow the seeds and water them.
He didn't let him work alone in the fields. Yu Silian was also helping, but she was pulling cabbage. After pulling the cabbage, she resisted digging with a hoe and worked at a speed that was more than half as slow as usual. However, the work of the men can be slow, but the words cannot be slow. They kept urging Han Chunlin to pull the grass the whole time!
In order to let Han Chunlin have an intuitive feeling about reading and not reading, Mo Ziyuan finished reading the book of the day and copied two pages of large characters before taking Han Silu to play in the yard. The two of them ran and made trouble in the yard. As he listened, the sound of play in Han Chunlin's ears attracted him like a magic spell. Suddenly, he felt that the fun vegetable patch in the past was not fun at all. Not only was it not fun, it was also very tiring.
It was almost noon, and Han Chunlin wanted to escape from the vegetable field while having lunch, but her mother seemed to have forgotten to cook and was busy in the field. Of course, she dragged Han Chunlin in the field and couldn't leave. , it was past noon before he stood up and stretched and said: "Chunlin, Mom, go back and cook. You scoop out the water from the bucket and pour it down. After pouring the water, you go back to the house to rest for a while. Let's meet again later. Wash out the cabbage." Then he said: "After watering, you go find Wan Wan and bring your sister back. It doesn't matter if she doesn't come back. We are still busy for the rest of the day. We will have more to do later. Wash out all the cabbage from the fields." My son can be hungry, but my daughter cannot be hungry, so Mo Ziwan and Han Qiulu went to Mo's house for dinner.
Han Chunlin immediately replied that he would read a book for the rest of the day!
Yu Silian was very satisfied with his reaction. Yes, it would be good if you still remembered the lesson from last time, but she still pretended to be disappointed, "I also thought that with your help, I would be able to relax, but it's better to study." It’s important, Mom can’t delay your studies! Just study hard and come back to help Mom when you are free.”
How Yu Silian used her own education to guide Han Chunlin? Mo Ziwan, who was sleeping on the bed, had no idea. She only knew that she was very uncomfortable. In her sleep, she saw herself being abandoned in a wooden basin flowing with the water. Seeing that my grandfather fell ill, my grandma also fell down. I watched helplessly as they fell one after another but there was nothing I could do.
There seemed to be a huge stone weighing a thousand gold pressing down on his chest. Not to mention moving, even if he wanted to open his mouth and shout, he couldn't scream. Being unable to move or call out made her anxious. She waved her hands and kicked her legs anxiously, trying with all her strength to push away the stone pressing on her chest.
But no matter how much she struggled to push the big stone away from her chest, struggled to open her eyes, struggled to cry out, in the end she failed, until a soft voice entered her ears, and then she felt someone touching her. own forehead.
Not only did I not feel relaxed when I woke up, but I felt even more tired. When I slowly opened my eyes, Yu Silian's concerned face came into view. Under the orange oil lamp, Yu Silian's eyes looking at Mo Ziyuan became softer. "But are you having a nightmare?" Yu Silian asked with concern.
Mo Ziyuan nodded tiredly and replied: "Yes."
Yu Silian gently stroked Mo Ziwan's forehead, slowly relieving her nervousness and fear, "Your grandpa's leg has been reattached. The doctor said that he will be fully recovered after a few months of rest."
After Mo Ziwan heard this, most of the worries and fears in her heart disappeared. Her nervous mind finally relaxed and her fatigue became much lighter. She asked, "Have my grandpa and the others come back yet?"
Yu Silian replied: "I just came back for a while. I thought you had already fallen asleep, so I didn't come to call you."
After Mo Ziwan fell asleep, Yu Silian first talked to Han Chunlin for a while, and then put her brother and sister to sleep. After the brother and sister fell asleep, she half-leaned on the bedside and waited for Han Shuxian to come back.
It was past midnight when Han Shuxian came back. When he got up and helped Han Shuxian wash up and then returned to the house, he found that Mo Ziwan was sleeping very uneasily, so he woke her up.
Although Mo Ziyuan didn't know what time it was, she thought that she had already slept, so it must be very late, and Aunt Yu clearly looked like she hadn't fallen asleep yet, so she consciously leaned closer to the bed and said, "Thank you for your hard work, aunt." , Auntie, come and have a rest."
Han Shuxian went to Han Chunlin's house to rest. That night, Yu Silian accompanied Mo Ziyuan and Han Silu to rest. After falling asleep again, Mo Ziwan felt less worried and slept much more peacefully.
Early the next morning, Mo Ziwan got up and ran back home.
When they got home, Song Nanzhi was no longer in the bedroom. Looking at the fragile Mo Tingyu lying on the bed, Mo Ziyuan's eyes became sore again, tears rolled down uncontrollably, and she shouted softly with a thick nasal voice. :"grandfather."
She is not afraid of not eating well, nor does she care whether her clothes are good or bad, nor does she care whether her life is difficult, but she does not want to see her grandma and grandma injured, and see them lying lifeless on the bed. She would rather be lying there. She, because theirs is hard enough.
Mo Ziwan's heart ached for Mo Tingyu, but Mo Tingyu was the same. Not to mention letting her granddaughter suffer, it was very heartbreaking to see her crying again. She raised her hand and gently touched Mo Ziwan's face. She gently touched her fingertips. He wiped away her tears and comforted her: "It's okay, grandpa is fine. Wanwan won't cry anymore! When grandpa's legs heal in a few days, he will be able to hold you and play around again."
Mo Ziyuan blinked the tears from her eyes after Mo Tingyu's words, nodded and said, "Well, I won't cry. Grandpa will definitely get better soon." After speaking, she asked with concern: "Grandpa, my leg still hurts badly. No?"
Mo Tingyu said: "It doesn't hurt anymore!"
Mo Ziyuan then asked with a concerned look: "Dr. Liu, do you have any explanations? What did he say to pay attention to? But what can't be eaten?" Thinking that Chinese medicine generally pays attention to taboos, she would definitely not think of it in modern times. She had to avoid eating, but now she would rather avoid eating more, hoping that her grandfather's legs would recover faster.
Thinking that there are taboos, there are also foods that can promote wound recovery, and then asked: "Or what should you eat more to help wounds recover faster and better?"
Mo Tingyu's legs were still hurting all the time. The pain kept him awake all night, making him even more haggard and depressed, which made Mo Ziyuan burst into tears when she saw him. , but at this time, seeing the concern and anxiety on her granddaughter's face, and her chattering, which seemed a bit verbose, Mo Tingyu, who was mentally exhausted, suddenly became a little more energetic, and said with a smile: "I told you, your grandma has already take note of it."
Mo Ziyuan also showed a smile, "I'm going to get water for grandpa to wash up."
After Mo Ziyuan finished speaking, she ran to the kitchen. When she entered the kitchen, she saw Song Nanzhi standing motionless holding on to the stove, "Grandma!"
Song Nanzhi's dizziness occurred again, and this time the dizziness lasted longer than before, and his ears were buzzing so much that he couldn't even hear Mo Ziwan's shouts clearly.
Although she knew her granddaughter was back, she did not dare to turn her head to look, fearing that she would be even more dizzy if she turned around. She only agreed: "Wanwan is back." Then she said: "Are you hungry? Wait a little longer, then Grandma will prepare the meal later."
Mo Ziwan walked over and held Song Nanzhi's legs, "Grandma is dizzy again?"
Song Nanzhi said: "One thing, don't worry, grandma will just stand there for a while."
Mo Ziyuan turned around and walked to the kitchen, pulled out the bench that was placed in the kitchen, and dragged it behind Song Nanzhi, "Grandma, sit down and rest for a while. Just rest for a while." Still following their instructions, rest for a while. , just sit for a while and stand for a while.
After Song Nanzhi slowly sat down, Mo Ziwan stretched out her hand to press Song Nanzhi's temples, "It must be that grandma got dizzy because she didn't have a good rest last night. I'll rub it for grandma."
Mo Ziyuan picked up all the good ones and said, Song Nanzhi continued what she said: "Yes, I was dizzy because I didn't get a good rest last night. I can have a good sleep tonight, and I won't be dizzy after I sleep." .”
Song Nanzhi continued what Mo Ziwan said, but Mo Ziwan did not continue what she said. He continued what he had said before and said: "After breakfast, grandma will go back to the house to have a rest, and forget that she didn't sleep well last night." I won't feel dizzy after getting enough sleep." Of course, she knew that her grandma wouldn't go back to the house to rest just because of her words, and then added: "If grandma also falls ill, what will grandpa and I do?"
How could Song Nanzhi not know that he had to rely on himself for everything at home now, but he had long been accustomed to enduring the discomfort, hunger, cold and heat in his life. Her granddaughter's words were in her ears, and her little hands were still pressing back and forth on her temples. She didn't dare to bear it any longer! I'm really afraid that if I can endure it any longer, I'll fall down too. What will they do?
Perhaps Mo Ziyuan's compressions had some effect, and perhaps because of the break, Song Nanzhi's dizziness became less severe. She was no longer dizzy, and she felt a little more relaxed. A smile appeared on her face again. She pointed her finger at the tip of Mo Ziwan's nose and said with a smile, "Little fox." Then he said, "Grandma, I will listen to you and eat it." Let’s take a rest after dinner.”
Seeing her promise, Mo Ziyuan felt happy and relaxed, "I'm not a little fox." She pursed her lips and smiled, and then said sweetly: "Grandpa and grandma taught me to be smart."
Seeing that grandma agreed, she put down her pressing hand and walked towards the stove. Seeing that the fire in the stove hole had been extinguished, she picked up the flint and steel put aside and said to Song Nanzhi: "Grandma, you are right there. Look at me, watch me light the fire, okay?"
Song Nanzhi was about to get up immediately after hearing this, but Mo Ziyuan's next words made her stop, "What if grandma's dizziness keeps getting worse? I learned how to cook. Not only can I cook for myself, but I can also take care of her." Grandpa and grandma, so grandma, can you teach me how to make a fire and cook now? I'm very smart, I can definitely learn it in no time."
Song Nanzhi's heart felt sour, her eyes couldn't help but turn red, and she even thought that if the old man hadn't hugged her back, she might have met a good family, so she wouldn't have to suffer with them. , reached out and stroked Mo Ziwan's little face, "It's so painful for my Wan."
