"Sleep."

He Fengling finally returned to the military camp and lay on the bed, where Shi Yi was massaging him.

The massage method was the acupressure massage technique taught to them by Shulan. Not only were medicines applied to their hands, but they also had to use internal force, which she said would make the massage more effective.

The reason he didn't return to the General's Mansion to recuperate was twofold: firstly, he didn't want Uncle Rong and the others to worry, and secondly, he had Yaozhi to take care of him.

It's been tough for Shulan lately, as she's been frequently visiting military camps.

The younger brother, who should have been happy, had a normal expression, but He Fengling could tell that he was in a bad mood.

Like a caring older brother: "Is something wrong?"

At this moment, only the two brothers were in the room. Shu Lan and Wang Yaozhi went to discuss the Bone-Eating Poison, and even Fatty was taken out to play by Luo Chenxuan.

He Fengmian poured his brother a glass of water and said as usual, "No."

He Fengling, however, asked with the air of someone who had been through it all, "Did you have a fight with your sister-in-law?"

Seeing his brother's expression, even though he knew he was definitely going to get tricked, he still shook his head and whispered, "No, if we could really argue, it wouldn't be this bad."

He Fengling became even more interested: "Tell me about it."

But He Fengmian didn't say anything. He just handed the silver notes to his brother and said, "Mind your own business."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Seeing her younger brother looking troubled by love, she felt no pity, but rather a sense of "my little brother has finally grown up."

After the person left, Wang Yaozhi whispered, "Aren't you going to try to persuade him?"

He Fengling smiled and said, "No need. He will speak when he wants to. It's not the right time yet."

Instead, she looked at him and said, "Aren't you going to check on your little apprentices?"

Wang Yaozhi shrugged: "They're happier staying at the clinic, so let them stay there. They can't help me here anyway, but they can help my junior sister look after the clinic so she has more time to research the antidote."

He watched as Shiyi continued to massage herself and asked his friend, "How do you feel after taking today's medicine?"

He Fengling truthfully said, "The numbness and itching have improved a lot, and I've been sleeping more soundly at night, but there's still some numbness and itching in my ankles."

"Besides your ankle, do you feel any discomfort anywhere else?"

"No."

Wang Yaozhi couldn't help but take his friend's pulse again. These past few days, whenever his friend finished taking his medicine, taking a medicinal bath, or even getting a massage and cupping, he would take his pulse to put his mind at ease.

His friend's body was unusual, and these methods were new to them, so he and his junior sister would check his pulse from time to time to assess his condition.

After taking her pulse, he finally smiled and said, "That means Junior Sister's methods are very effective. Let's take it for seven days and soak it for seven days to see how it goes. Then we'll see if we need to adjust the prescription."

"Okay." Just like before, when Shiyi and the others helped him, he was actually unaware of it.

The excruciating pain pressed down on his legs, causing him to lose all feeling in them.

But now, as their hands rested on his legs, he felt a slight sensation, and even he knew it was a good thing.

Perhaps in the near future, he will actually be able to stand up again.

He hoped that before his poison was cured, his son, Jiamian, could win over his sister-in-law.

At this moment, although Jia Mian was feeling somewhat dejected, seeing that Shulan was about to leave, he still said, "I'll see you off."

"No need, you go about your business. Let Brother Sun take us back." Shu Lan knew he had just returned and must have a lot to do, so she specially asked Sun Wu and Meng Shaoyuan, who were free, to take them back to the clinic.

He Fengmian glanced at Sun Wu, who, even if he was slow to realize it, could only say, "I'm sorry, Madam, Shaoyuan just called me to attend to something. Please have the general escort you."

After saying that, he ran away as fast as he could without waiting for Shulan to speak.

Seeing his expression, He Fengmian's eyes flashed with satisfaction. He looked at Shu Lan and said, "Let's go. I also need to take Xiao Bao and the others back. Let's tell Uncle Rong."

He rode the Wind Chaser, while the others sat in the carriage.

At least the items brought from the capital have already been sent to the General's Mansion.

Not long after they left the military camp, when they arrived at the village, Shu Lan, who was holding the chubby baby and talking to Luo Chenxuan, suddenly heard a lively sound outside.

Lifting the carriage curtain, one could see that everyone was harvesting in the autumn, including not only civilians but also many soldiers, all in the fields.

Everyone wrapped their heads and necks in old clothes, and with sharp sickles in their hands, they quickly cut off sorghum ears and put them into winnowing baskets or burlap sacks next to them.

Once the baskets or sacks are full, they are placed on a cart and pulled back to camp by horses.

The people, those with mule carts used mules to pull them, and those without mule carts had to carry the loads home by hand, trip after trip.

But no one felt tired. This year's rainfall was good, and both the sorghum ears and wheat ears were very plump, indicating a bumper harvest.

Having food means that winter won't be cold.

After they finish harvesting the sorghum ears, they will carry the sorghum stalks home to burn.

Looking at everyone busily working, Shulan suddenly realized that it was almost October, and many of the crops in the fields were already golden yellow.

I remember a while ago, the crops were all green, but I never expected that they would turn yellow in just half a month.

This speed is truly visible to the naked eye.

I couldn't help but ask the people around me, "Will the weather really change drastically in the latter part of the month, and maybe even snow?"

Whether it's her or the original owner, the place where they live wouldn't be cold until almost December.

Will it really snow in October, when the "autumn tiger" heatwave has just passed?

He Fengmian, who has lived here all his life, nodded: "Yes, by October you will clearly feel that the daytime is fine, but the nights are already a bit cold."

If it's sunny all the time, it's fine, but if it only rains, the weather gets cold, and it might even snow.

Shulan has always lived in the warmer south, and cannot imagine what it would be like if it were warm one day and snowflakes the next.

Fortunately, she knew that every household here had a hearth.

When it's cold in winter, everyone heats up their kang (a traditional heated brick bed), so that the winter won't be too unbearable.

However, when they saw the sorghum, especially when they recognized that there was a lot of sweet sorghum, and when they saw that it was soldiers harvesting it, they knew that this was farmland in the military camp.

He was immediately overjoyed and asked, "General, what do you usually do with these sorghum stalks?"

"To burn." Seeing the light in her eyes, he asked, "Are they useful?"

Shulan nodded and said happily, "They are indeed very useful and can be used to make good things."

She looked at He Fengmian expectantly and said, "General, it's such a waste to burn them. How about I teach you a way to turn them into treasure?"