When Han Chunlin heard that his mother was going to ask him to go to the vegetable garden to weed and plant vegetables again, Han Chunlin 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,

, her mother also 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 rapeseeds 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 can replant and plant vegetables. He can't plow the ground, but he can still sow the seeds and water it.

He was not allowed to 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,

, you can work slowly with your hands, but you can't be slow with your words. He 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 vegetable patch, which was fun 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 not until noon that he stood up and stretched and said: "Chunlin, mother goes back to 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'll be busy for the rest of the day. We'll 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 she 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, and then again and again.

Seeing that my grandfather fell ill, my grandmother also fell down, and I watched helplessly as they fell one after another but there was nothing I could do.

Her chest felt like a huge stone weighing a thousand gold was pressing down on her. Not to mention moving, she couldn't even open her mouth to shout. The inability to move or call made her anxious. She waved her hands and kicked her legs anxiously, using all her strength.

I want to push away the stone pressing on my chest.

But no matter how much she struggled to push away the big stone on her chest, struggled to open her eyes, struggled to scream, in the end she failed, until a soft voice entered her ears, and then she felt someone touching her.

own forehead.

Not only did she not feel relaxed when she woke up, but she became even more tired. When she slowly opened her eyes, Yu Silian's concerned face came into view. Under the orange oil lamp, Yu Silian's eyes looking at Mo Ziwan became softer, "But what to do?"

Is it a nightmare?" Yu Silian asked with concern.

Mo Ziyuan nodded tiredly and replied: "Yeah."

Yu Silian gently stroked Mo Ziwan's forehead, slowly relieving her nervousness and fear, "Your grandpa's leg has been reattached, and the doctor said that he will be fully recovered after a few months of rest."

After Mo Ziyuan heard this, most of the worry and fear in her heart disappeared immediately. Her nervous mind finally relaxed and eased, and even the fatigue on her body 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 the brother and sister away 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 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 Ziwan and Han Silu to rest. After falling asleep again, she felt less worried and Mo Ziwan slept much more soundly.

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 they have suffered enough.

Mo Ziwan's heart ached for Mo Tingyu, but Mo Tingyu was no different. 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, with her fingertips gently

He wiped away her tears and comforted her: "It's okay, grandpa is fine. Wanwan won't cry anymore! In a few days, when grandpa's legs heal, 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 a lot.

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 should you 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 in the hope 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 heal 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've told you, your grandma has already

Note it down."

Mo Ziwan also showed a smile, "I'll go 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 become dizzy if she turned her head. She only agreed: "Wanwan is back." Then she said: "Are you hungry? Wait a little longer, then again.

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. It'll be fine if you 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 sat down slowly, Mo Ziwan reached out and pressed her 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 just felt 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. 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 now she has to rely on herself for everything at home, but she has long been accustomed to enduring in life, enduring discomfort, hunger, cold and heat. Her granddaughter's words are in her ears, and her little hands are still on her temples

She was pressing up and down, but she didn't dare to bear it any longer! She was really afraid that she would fall down if she could bear it any longer. What would they do?

Maybe Mo Ziyuan's compressions had some effect, maybe because he took a break, Song Nanzhi's dizziness became less severe. He was no longer dizzy, and he felt more relaxed. There was a smile on his face again, and he stretched out his arms.

She pointed at the tip of Mo Ziwan's nose and said with a smile: "Little fox." Then he said: "Grandma listens to you and goes to 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: "It was my grandpa and grandma who 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."


Chapter completed!