Aunt Wang was also anxious, but no matter how anxious she was, there was nothing she could do..., no, in fact, it was not completely missing. She only took one of the antipyretics that Wenxin gave her child at the time, and Aunt Wang kept treating the remaining one as a prescription.
Keep it as prepared. It’s not like the child didn’t have a fever on the way, but the fever was not serious, and Aunt Wang was reluctant to use the medicine. Now that the child’s fever is so bad, it’s time to use the medicine no matter how reluctant she is.
Behind everyone's back, Aunt Wang quickly took out the medicine and fed it to the child. After taking it, the child stopped crying for a while, and the fever gradually subsided. But who knew that the fever did not completely subside. That night
He had been suffering from fever over and over again, and the weather was unfavorable. It actually started to snow in the already cold middle of the night.
Wang Xiaoni looked at the heavy snow in the sky and couldn't stop crying, "God didn't give us any way to survive."
Faced with such a scene, Wenxin really couldn't stand it, but she really couldn't give the same antipyretic medicine, but other antipyretics were not impossible. Wenxin came to Wang's house with the antipyretic granules that had been dissolved in the space in advance.
, she handed it to Aunt Wang secretly, and Aunt Wang was pleasantly surprised, but she made sure to say the ugly things in advance, "This medicine may not be effective. It has antipyretic ingredients, but it is more for treating typhoid fever. Is there any medicine?"
It’s better than myrrh.”
Aunt Wang took the medicine without hesitation. Maybe it contained sleeping ingredients. After a while, Wang Ping'an fell asleep again. Although the fever came over and over again, it was not as hot as before.
Now, the Wang family's gratitude to Wen Xin has naturally increased.
Wang Ping'an was just a little better here, but Jing Bo and Wen Shan had a fever again. They gave the medicine to other children, so naturally it was impossible not to give it to their own children. Wen Wenxin made two packets of medicine and secretly fed them to the two.
The children drank it, and because they drank it in time, the fever of the two children subsided in a short time.
They have medicine here, but other villagers don't have medicine. Now it's not just the children who have a fever, adults also have a fever. Although she can't bear the villagers to starve to death, she might as well forget about giving away medicine.
, and we are going to the next village soon, so it’s not impossible to ask Jingchen to pick up some medicine when he gets the food, so he’d better endure it first.
No, after finally settling down in the village, each and every one of his bodies, which he had been holding on for so long, couldn't help but collapse.
Even Jingchen couldn't bear to watch this scene.
Jingchen, Wenxin and Wenyu left here in tacit agreement. After the three communicated secretly, Jingchen took Jingbo and left for a day. Only one day later, the Wen brothers and sisters came to the agreed place and brought food and medicine.
They took them all out, called the three members of the Li family, and dragged them back to the village.
The village chief looked at the hundreds of kilograms of grain and various medicinal materials in front of him and couldn't help wiping tears from the corners of his eyes, "I really, really don't know how to thank you."
"Village Chief, let's not talk about this for now. Is there anyone who is in good health? Let's take the medicine first. After taking the medicine, we will drink porridge. When the body is better, we will kill the tiger. Eat that
Don’t worry about your poor health.”
The village chief nodded repeatedly, "Yeah, yeah."
The village chief responded repeatedly but couldn't say a word. Then he invited a few people in the village who could still work to cook porridge together. Seeing that there was porridge, the villagers were very energetic even if they were sick, but they should give it.
The money is still given.
The village chief said: "I'm afraid I spent a lot of money on this food. Jing Orion, the village bought this from you. Let's eat it together as a whole village. We will give you the money."
Before Jingchen could speak, the village chief said: "Jing Orion, please don't refuse, this is our life."
However, Jingchen didn't want to refuse at first, mainly because Wen Wen explained that he would charge money, so he paused and said: "The price is the same as in Pingyao County, one tael of silver per catty, and there is a total of one hundred catties here, which is one pound of grain."
One hundred taels."
It's not that the village can't get out the one hundred taels. They had already collected two hundred taels from Miss Zhang's family, but apparently Mr. Zhang, a wealthy businessman in the same team, didn't want the village chief to pay. Mr. Zhang jumped out of the crowd.
Said: "I'll pay the money, village chief, I know you have money in your hands, but if it's money, don't be polite to us. We walked together along the way, and our Zhang family has also suffered from the disapproval of the villagers.
It’s a small favor, so village chief, please don’t refuse this one hundred taels of silver.”
After saying that, Mr. Zhang took out one hundred taels of silver from his wallet and handed it to Jingchen. Jingchen glanced at the village chief and saw that the village chief was at a loss, so he took it, "Okay, since Mr. Zhang gave it
Well, why don’t you just save the village chief’s money and buy more in the next county.”
After all, it's not like they will be able to stay in the next county.
The village chief thought the same thing, and then expressed his gratitude to Mr. Zhang, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."
"You're welcome, you're welcome."
The matter of food and medicine has been taken care of. As for whether these people can survive in the future, it really depends on God's will. The Chinese New Year is approaching again, and the village chief also feels that everyone needs to have a good New Year in a certain place. Whether they are reunited or not, it is still a Chinese New Year.
Ah, he said: "It will be warm in the south after the Chinese New Year. It's only two days until the Chinese New Year. I suggest that we just rest where we are. We also have food now. It won't be a problem to eat for a few more days.
Let's wait until the body has recovered and the coldest period is over before we move forward."
The villagers have always listened to the village chief. They will listen to whatever the village chief says. Naturally, they have no objection. "It's okay, village chief. We all listen to the village chief."
The villagers had no objections, and neither did the Zhang family. Naturally, the three Li family members also had no objections.
After taking medicine and drinking porridge, the cold bodies of the villagers finally felt a little warmer.
And that night, some villagers did not survive the plague and cold, and left here on the eve of the New Year. The only thing that could give them some comfort was that they finally had a full meal before they died.
After the day passed and the dead villagers were buried, the people who were in better health began to deal with the tiger that had been dead for two days.
The tiger skin had been tanned on the way, but the remaining meat was not divided into pieces. Firstly, it was impossible to prepare it. Secondly, the smell of tiger meat was too great. It was impossible to swallow it without seasoning.
The only seasoning is the salt cubes they carry.
The villagers didn't care. The main reason was that the salt they usually consumed was this kind of salt. They had never eaten other salts and naturally they didn't find it unpleasant. However, the Li family, the Zhang family and Wen Wen really didn't want to eat this salt anymore.
It was lumpy. Wen Xin tugged on Wen Yu's sleeve and whispered in his ear: "Second brother, I can turn the salt lumps into fine salt. Can we eat fine salt?"
Wen Yu tensed up and quickly covered Wen Xin's mouth, "Xin'er, don't talk nonsense. This is a serious crime of beheading."