Every year during the wheat harvest, God seems to be deliberately against the poor, and there will always be heavy or light rain before and after the wheat harvest.
This year Wei Yan came back to help, and the wheat from the three acres of land finally arrived at home before it rained.
But Weiping didn't care much. He had to cut the wheat and transport the wheat home all by himself. When it rained, there was still half an acre of land that had not been cut yet.
At this time, every household was rushing to cut wheat before the rain started, and no one bothered to help him.
While Wei Ping was getting anxious, Wei Yan, who was still helping his parents pick wheat ears in the field, glanced at his eldest brother and said, "Dad, eldest brother can't do this alone, so why don't we go and help him!"
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Father Wei had been waiting for his words for a long time. Hearing the words, he said: "We are a family after all, so let's help him!"
Wei Ping had just finished cutting a crop of wheat in the rain. When he turned around, he saw Wei Yan and his parents coming to help. He wiped the rain off his face and didn't know what to say for a moment, so he had to use all his strength to cut the wheat.
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Fortunately, the rain wasn't very heavy, so the four of us worked together and soon helped Wei Ping finish cutting the remaining wheat.
On the way back, Wei Yan felt more and more top-heavy as he walked. He knew it was because he had been working in the rain just now.
No matter how careful Mr. Yang was, he noticed something strange about his son.
"Second brother, what's wrong with you?"
Wei Yan smiled weakly: "Maybe it's because I got caught in the rain just now and is a little dizzy."
Yang touched Wei Yan's forehead and found that he did have a fever, so she looked at him worriedly and said, "When we get back, mother will make you some ginger syrup. After you drink it, you can cover your sweat and it will be fine."
After returning home, Mrs. Yang ignored cooking and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of ginger syrup. She watched Wei Yan drink it and covered him with a quilt.
When Shen Xiu came back, she heard from Yang that Wei Yan had a fever after being exposed to the rain.
Wei Yan was lying on the bed drowsily, and suddenly felt a cold hand put on his forehead.
He opened his eyes slightly and saw Shen Xiuzheng sitting in front of the bed.
"You're back." Wei Yan said, probably because he was ill, his voice was low and hoarse.
Shen Xiu originally wanted to scold him for working in the rain, but thinking that he was sick, he softened his voice and said: "I've boiled a pot of medicinal soup for you, and you can drink it in a while. Wait until you drink the medicine."
, you’ll get better quickly.”
Wei Yan was slightly relieved. After falling ill in the rain, the only thing he worried about was that Shen Xiu would say that he was being brave again.
"Don't worry, I've already drank the ginger soup and I'll be fine if I cover my sweat."
Shen Xiu tucked him into bed and said, "Be obedient. You will get better quickly if you drink the medicinal soup."
Wei Yan said nothing more this time and nodded slightly.
After the medicinal soup was boiled, Shen Xiu filled a bowl and fed it to him personally, "If I had known you would have a fever, I should have bought more medicine."
The medicines she bought were all tonics, but what Wei Yan got was wind-cold.
Fortunately, when she was reading in the past, she had read many folk remedies, so she went to the vegetable patch in the backyard to pull some scallions and perilla, and grabbed a handful of soybeans, added brown sugar and ginger, and made a thick pot of medicinal soup.
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This medicinal soup was indeed more effective than Yang's ginger syrup. After Wei Yan drank a bowl, he broke out in a hot sweat and felt more relaxed.
Yang was relieved when she heard that Wei Yan's fever had gone away.
Shen Xiudao: "My husband's body is still too weak, so this time I went to the county town and bought a lot of tonics. My husband is at home this month, and I plan to give him a good tonic. After all, I can study hard only when my health is good."
When it comes to her son, Mrs. Yang will never say that she spends money arbitrarily anymore. "It's best if you have such a heart. It's his blessing to marry you."
Shen Xiu smiled faintly: "If mother doesn't object, I will go to the county town another day to buy some old hens and bring them back with medicine and food supplements, so that my husband's health will improve quickly."
The second child's body really needs to be replenished. Yang hesitated: "But this will cost a lot of money!"
Shen Xiudao: "You don't have to worry about this mother. I still have money left over from my embroidery work."
She still has five taels of silver on hand, so she can survive for a while.
It's just that Shen Xiu didn't want to sit back and take care of the sick Wei Yan while embroidering her purse.
When Wei Yan woke up from a nap, he saw Shen Xiu sitting under the bright window, carefully embroidering the purse in her hand. Following her movements, a clump of orchids with exquisite embroidery soon appeared on the purse.
He was so entranced as he watched it that he didn't make a sound for a long time.
After Shen Xiu finished cutting the thread, she realized that he had woken up.
"You're awake, do you want to drink some water?" Shen Xiu came over and asked.
Wei Yan, however, was like a student who was caught deserting by his teacher. He blushed slightly and said, "I'm not thirsty yet."
When Shen Xiu saw his blush, she thought he had a fever, so she touched his forehead. The temperature was normal!
Wei Yan coughed lightly and changed the subject: "What were you embroidering just now? It looks very delicate."
Shen Xiubian was also diverted and took the purse that was originally on the table.
Wei Yan originally mentioned the purse in order not to make himself look so embarrassed, but after seeing the purse, he looked at it carefully for a while and said, "Why don't you embroider some words next to this orchid grass? If you can embroider a few words about orchid grass,
Poems would be fine.”
Shen Xiu's eyes lit up. In fact, she was still thinking like a modern person and had never thought of embroidering some poems next to flowers. After Wei Yan reminded her, she remembered that if she could embroider two poems on her purse, the purse would definitely be
It is very popular among readers and will have better sales.
"It's a pity that I haven't read a book. I don't know any poems about orchids." Shen Xiu told the truth. She really didn't have much knowledge in her belly.
Wei Yan smiled faintly: "It's okay, you go get a pen and paper, and I'll write two lines of poetry for you."
If you have a scholar at home, you will naturally have pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
After Shen Xiu brought the paper and pen, in order to make Wei Yan sit comfortably, she also stuffed a pillow behind him.
Wei Yan picked up the pen and thought of two verses about orchid grass without even having to remember them.
Shen Xiu watched him write from the side, and saw that he was writing in small regular script. The handwriting was clear and round, and there was a lightness and elegance in the roundness.
After Wei Yan finished writing two lines of poetry, he blew the ink lightly and handed it to Shen Xiu.
The original Shen Xiu was illiterate, but now Shen Xiu couldn't read traditional Chinese characters, so she asked: "What is written on it?"
Wei Yan said: "I forgot that you are illiterate. These two lines of poetry were written by Su Dongpo. I will read them to you."
"This is the king's fragrance, but its roots are in the empty valley."
Shen Xiu smiled and said: "This poem is interesting. Isn't my husband exactly the king? It's a pity that he was born in a peasant family, otherwise he would have passed the examination to be a scholar."
Wei Yan was slightly surprised and said: "Do you understand the meaning of this poem?"
Only then did Shen Xiu realize that she didn't seem to be acting like an ignorant village girl, but after all she had said, she acted innocently and said, "Am I right?"
Wei Yan looked at her deeply, "I didn't expect you to be so smart, Axiu, and you could even guess what I was thinking."
He could think of these two lines of poetry as soon as he started writing, so he naturally agreed with these lines, and what was in his mind was exactly what Shen Xiu expressed.
I just didn't expect that Shen Xiu, who had never studied, could think of his situation from this poem.
His eyes deepened, "Axiu is so smart, why don't I teach you how to read and write?"