Perhaps it was because the bowl of medicine she drank before was so unpalatable that made Su Qingluan tap her toes on the ground, but it actually achieved the effect of "being reborn from the ashes". After a night's sleep the next day, the feeling of fatigue in Su Qingluan's body was actually relieved a lot. Not only that, even her appetite came back a lot.

Su Qingluan muttered, "Could this be the effect of this extremely unpalatable medicine?" Because the effect was indeed significant, even though Su Qingluan wanted to cut off her tongue and faint on the spot every time she drank the medicine, she still obediently followed Mu Xingzhi's instructions before he left and drank the medicine three times a day for three consecutive days.

After the "baptism" of the medicine for the past few days, Su Qingluan felt as if her body and mind had been baptized and purified, and she could withstand more pressure from life.

After drinking the medicine, Su Qingluan immediately put a piece of malt sugar into her mouth, which dissolved the extremely bitter taste and finally allowed Su Qingluan to return to the world from the taste hell.

Yang and Su Guangfu did not feel that Su Qingluan had any resentment towards the taste of the medicine. Instead, they watched Su Qingluan's condition improve day by day, and they sighed more than once, "Mr. Mu's medicine cured the disease, he is simply a living god."

Su Qingluan always felt that the two of them had already worshipped Mu Xingzhi enough, and now they wanted to set up an immortal tablet for him, and eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures every day to offer sacrifices to Mu Xingzhi.

However, Su Qingluan was also very grateful to Mu Xingzhi for taking her pulse and prescribing medicine - although she had some suspicions that this man had made some adjustments to the prescription behind her back - so when she was able to move freely and no longer had to stay in bed, Su Qingluan decided to prepare some food and bring it to Mu Xingzhi as a thank you gift.

After thinking about it, Su Qingluan decided to make a mung bean cake that incorporated elements of flower cakes - of course, she admitted that part of the reason was that there were still a lot of pickled petals left, which would go bad after a while if not eaten, and that would be a waste.

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan took out the mung beans left over from making mung bean soup at home in the summer and poured them into the water to soak.

It was only early morning, and Yang and Su Guangfu had just left. Although Su Qingluan said she was fine, it seemed that the two still felt that Su Qingluan had just recovered from a serious illness and was not suitable to accompany them to the town to do business.

What's more, Su Qingluan's previous working status day and night was a little too shocking to the farmer couple who had never experienced the baptism of 996. They firmly believed that Su Qingluan's small body should not be overworked, so they let her rest at home.

However, since Su Qingluan has basically recovered, she can't sit idle.

"Sister, sister, what are you doing?" Su Xueyan's soft voice came from behind.

"Are you awake?" Su Qingluan looked at the casserole on the stove: the preserved egg and lean meat porridge was bubbling with steam, with shredded pickled bacon and translucent preserved eggs swirling in it, with light yellow shredded ginger faintly floating in the air, just waiting for a handful of chopped green onions as garnish.

Last night, Yang specially reserved two large wild vegetable pancakes for the two sisters who stayed at home. Su Qingluan poked the pancakes on the steamer with chopsticks: Well, they should be heated through.

"Go wash your hands and face, you can have breakfast later." Su Qingluan turned her head and said to her sister who was sticking to her, but she did not lower her head to touch her little head or pinch her nose as she did in the past.

It wasn't that Su Qingluan didn't want to, but the disease was on the verge of recovery, and she wasn't sure if she was still contagious at this stage. She didn't want to let her carelessness cause another person to suffer. She had already been careless with Liu Yunniang, and if her little sister was infected again, she would be guilty of a grave crime.

Thinking of this, Su Qingluan patiently maintained her composure without looking back. However, she touched the hand clasped around her waist and explained, "Right now, I'm not sure if my illness is completely healed, so I can't get too close to you. But in a few days, when I'm fully recovered, I'll be able to play with you."

"Then I hope my sister can recover soon." The little girl looked at Su Qingluan's chin eagerly. "Aunt Li next door has been getting fatter and fatter recently. She can't even play with me anymore!"

Su Qingluan smiled and said, "Aunt Li is not fat, she is going to give birth to a little brother or sister." The three-year-old child had no concept of "pregnancy", so she could only say that Sun Guixiang, whose belly was getting bigger and bigger, was "fat" according to her impression.

But when she heard about a younger brother or sister, the little girl immediately perked up: "Can my brother or sister play with me?"

"Well...it'll probably take a while before he or she can play with you. But you can wait until your younger siblings are born and visit more often. Maybe then they'll grow up faster and be able to play with you."

So the little girl was no longer unhappy about Aunt Li's "fatness" and began to worry about when her new little brothers and sisters would meet her.

After Su Qingluan and her sister had breakfast, they did some housework at home and showed Su Xueyan the "homework" that Su Xuanhe had assigned to her in recent days.

I have to say that Su Xuanhe's calligraphy has improved a lot since he went to school. He has corrected his habit of getting impatient while writing, and has also mastered the font structure a lot better.

However, in order to prevent Su Xueyan, who had no basic knowledge, from being led astray by Su Xuanhe, who had a weak foundation, Su Qingluan re-typed the font for her sister according to the original font and let her write in the house.

After writing for a while, Su Qingluan thought that she couldn't let the child sit in the house all the time, so she thought about what games she played when she was a child without electronic devices. Finally, Su Qingluan decided to take her sister to play hopscotch in the yard.

This is a very simple game that exercises both physical fitness and balance - draw a semicircle or triangle on the ground to represent the "roof", and connect one or two squares side by side below. The size of the squares should be large enough to fit the whole foot in while also having space for both hands.

The rows before and after two squares must be separate squares, and they cannot form a "field grid" with two consecutive rows of side-by-side squares. The number of times a separate square appears can be arbitrarily set to two or three times.

Only one foot can be placed in a square, and you cannot change feet before entering two side-by-side squares.

So if two or three independent squares appear in a row, the player must hop forward on one foot.

Each square must be numbered, and the order of the numbers can be disrupted to increase the difficulty and fun of the game.

The player takes the pebbles and throws them into the corresponding squares in order from small to large. Then he jumps to the corresponding number with one or both feet and picks up the pebbles. If he throws all the numbers without making any mistakes, he wins.