With these words, the whole family's eyes immediately fell on Xiaobao.
Su Hang put his hand on his daughter's forehead, and the abnormal temperature made his face change drastically: "Ling'er, Xiaobao has a fever."
Luo Ling'er was shocked. Her daughter's body has always been weak and easy to get sick. It seemed that she caught a cold after playing in the water for too long during the day.
"I'll take Xiaobao back to the house." After saying that, Su Hang picked up his daughter and walked inside.
Luo Ling'er also quickly followed.
Su Jianjun stood up suddenly and wanted to follow him, but when he remembered what happened during the day, his feet seemed to have taken root and he was a little afraid to move. This time he really regretted it.
"Xiao Mengzi, how are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Hao Mei also realized the reason and quickly asked her grandson beside her.
Xiao Mengzi shook his head: "Grandma, I'm fine."
Hao Mei breathed a sigh of relief, but gave the old man a fierce look: "If you hadn't taken Xiaobao to play in the water, how could Xiaobao have a fever? You stinky old man."
This time, facing Hao Mei's scolding, Su Jianjun did not dare to say any more.
He hesitated for a long time, then walked to the door of the back room: "Suhang, how is the child now? Do you want to see a doctor?"
Hearing the old man's caring tone, Su Hang forced a smile.
"It's okay. I'll try physical cooling on her first. She'll be fine."
Su Jianjun didn't understand, but nodded anyway.
He didn't feel comfortable returning to the house until there was news that his granddaughter's fever had subsided, so he simply moved a chair and sat outside.
Su Hang carried his daughter to the kang and said to Luo Ling'er: "Ling'er, bring over the medicine box I prepared before."
Luo Ling'er quickly took out a small box that Suhang had placed under the cabinet.
Suhang opened it, took out the medical alcohol inside, and wiped Xiaobao's palms and soles.
Luo Ling'er looked at him like this and was a little puzzled: "Can this really cool down?"
Su Hang nodded: "Don't worry, trust me."
Luo Ling'er saw that her daughter was not feeling uncomfortable, so she sat next to her.
Seeing the scene of Suhang caring for her daughter, Luo Ling'er suddenly felt a little sad.
I remember when her daughter was sick, she was the only one who stayed with her. At that time, she had no money for her daughter’s medical treatment, so she could only hold her daughter and cry.
Luo Ling'er murmured in a low voice: "Suhang, it's great to have you here."
The voice was very low, but Su Hang heard it clearly.
He raised his head with gentle eyes: "I will be here from now on."
This short sentence made Luo Ling'er feel warm in her heart. She smiled and nodded: "Our whole family is here."
Half an hour later, Xiaobao's fever finally subsided.
Looking at his precious daughter who was already asleep, Su Hang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let her sleep for a while and let's go have dinner."
Luo Ling'er nodded and walked out of the house with Suhang's support.
The two of them were shocked when they saw Su Jianjun sitting at the door: "Dad, why are you sitting here?"
Su Jianjun was a little embarrassed: "How is Xiaobao now? Has the fever... gone away?"
Su Hang deliberately restrained his expression and looked at him without saying a word.
Su Jianjun suddenly felt unsure and stood up suddenly: "I...I'm going to find a doctor!"
After saying that, he was leaving.
Luo Ling'er quickly stopped him: "Dad, Xiaobao is fine now, the fever is gone."
Hearing what she said, Su Jianjun finally let go of his worries.
Su Hang slowly said: "Dad, Xiaobao is young, and the water in the pond has bacteria. Don't take her to play in the future. This time it's just a slight fever. If it gets serious, it may be life-threatening."
Su Jianjun also knew that his son was not joking. He nodded immediately: "I won't go. I will never take them with me again."
The corners of Suhang's mouth rose.
The stubborn old man finally knew he was wrong!
Early the next morning, after having breakfast, Su Hang went to the home of village chief Jian Datong.
Jian Datong had a sad look on his face. When he saw Su Hang, although he was snoring as usual, Su Hang could tell that he seemed to have something on his mind.
"Su Hang, come inside and sit down."
Jian Datong let Su Hang into the room.
Su Hang was not polite, sat opposite him, and asked bluntly: "Village chief, what's wrong with you? What happened?"
Jian Datong sighed: "Something happened, and it was a big deal. I don't know what to do now."
Su Hang looked curious: "What happened?"
Facing Suhang's inquiry, Jian Datong spoke again: "Now is the season when persimmons are ripe. As you know, many villagers in Sujia Village plant persimmons, but the market is not good this year. No one comes to the village to buy them. Seeing that
So many persimmons will be wasted. As the village chief, can I not be anxious?"
When Su Hang heard this, his eyes lit up.
It seems that God is helping him!
Seeing Su Hang actually smiling, Jian Datong was a little unhappy. He frowned and said with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone: "Su Hang, you have made money now, do you look down on us farmers?"
When Su Hang heard this, he quickly put away the smile on his face. For fear of Jian Datong misunderstanding, he quickly said: "Village Chief, I can help you solve the persimmon problem."
Jian Datong's eyes lit up, he grabbed Su Hang's hand excitedly, and asked anxiously: "Su Hang, you... you didn't fool your uncle?"
Su Hang smiled and said: "How dare I deceive the village chief? I can really help you solve the difficulties you are facing, and I can also solve the labor force in our village."
Jian Datong suddenly heard such good news. He didn't react for a while and looked at Su Hang blankly.
It wasn't until Su Hang patted him on the shoulder that he came back to his senses, with a smile on his face: "You... tell me your plan quickly."
Su Hang smiled and nodded: "I can buy all the fresh persimmons in our village."
Jian Datong's eyes showed joy and he nodded repeatedly.
Suhang spoke again: "And I can provide the technology for making persimmon cakes, and then let our villagers make persimmon cakes according to the method I provided. I will pay you ten yuan a month, how about it?"
ten bucks?
Jian Datong took a breath of cold air.
This ten yuan is a huge amount of income for farmers like them.
"Su Hang, are you... telling the truth? Do you really want to give everyone ten yuan?"