Wang Sibing came back damp and cold. The private plot was not far away, but he had to wear a straw raincoat and take a hat. He had to hang the straw raincoat up to dry when he came back. This time was enough for Wang Zhaozhao to finish his homework.
However, she still did her daily assignments and homework according to the class progress.
Seeing Wang Sibing handing a washed white radish to Wang Dahai, Wang Zhaozhao subconsciously swallowed his saliva.
Gulp!
In the countryside, there are the most folk remedies and methods.
They have been passed down through thousands of years and tested by generations of ancestors.
But Wang Dahai asked Wang Sibing to hold the kitchen knife, which made him a little scared.
The radish was cut, and Wang Dahai took the root with green leaves and stems, cut off the stem, pierced it from the top with tongs, and put it directly into the stove to roast it.
"Grandpa, you are not going to heat up that bucket and use it to scald Sister Zhao, are you?" Wang Baojia, who was always distracted and making small movements, had not finished his homework yet and was now watching a show.
"...No, no way?" Although the answer was obvious, Wang Zhaozhao still didn't want to believe it.
"I've heard before that if you get frostbite, you can rub it with heated radish, and it seems to be effective." Wang Sibing warmed his hands as he spoke.
"I can't say it can cure frostbite 100%, but it will basically stop itching after applying it," Xie Ailian added.
Wang Zhaozhao bit her lip and said weakly, "I just want to know, does it hurt?"
“Pain is what works.”
“…”
Huh? Can I refuse?
However, no one asked her if she wanted to use this trick to relieve the itch. Her fourth uncle went to pull out some radishes despite the slippery road caused by the rain, and her grandfather was already roasting the radishes.
It's a bit painful to wait for the radish to be cooked.
Finally, Wang Dahai moved.
Well.
Wang Zhaozhao looked at the burnt black radish and wanted to remind him whether he should wash it first.
As it turned out, her thoughts were unnecessary. Her grandfather picked up the kitchen knife again and peeled off all the burnt ones.
Then……
He pressed hard on the instep of her feet.
Wang Zhaozhao subconsciously tried to hide, but found that Xie Ailian was holding her feet tightly and she couldn't move them at all.
"Ah...my breast...hurts..."
I can't break free, I can't break free at all, I can only endure it.
Whether it was Xie Ailian or Wang Dahai, one was catching the feet while the other was wiping them with a hot radish, and they cooperated well.
Wang Zhaozhao was in so much pain that tears came out. Her feet... weren't itchy anymore, but they hurt so much.
It feels like I'm being scalded.
After wiping both feet, she was almost exhausted. Her hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to her forehead and neck.
However, there are still hands...
When it finally stopped, Wang Zhaozhao felt like he was half dead...
Hmm.
A hot washcloth was thrown over her head.
Is this murder?!
Wang Zhaozhao was speechless. He raised his hand to pull off the towel, but his hand was opened.
Then, she felt the love from her grandmother, who washed her face, wiped her hair, the back of her neck, and then her chest and back.
Wang Zhaozhao: “……!”
This is definitely murder.
Why would a child cry loudly when a peasant woman, an old peasant woman at that, washes his face? Wang Zhaozhao had understood the reason before, but today, after experiencing it firsthand, he had a deeper understanding.
Well, those kids are so pitiful.
First of all, the white steam coming out is really hot!
Secondly, they really use a lot of force. It feels like they are not washing their faces, but planeing wood, right?!
Wang Zhaozhao, feeling as if a layer of skin had been washed off, lay on the textbook for a long time without moving, feeling like a dead dog.
Perhaps her resentment was too strong, so Wang Sibing rummaged around in his pockets and pulled out a handful of candies. He peeled one and stuffed it into her mouth, then gave one each to Wang Baojia and Wang Weiguo, and to Xie Ailian and Wang Dahai...
It was also peeled and stuffed in.
This way they can eat it. Otherwise, they will keep the candy and who knows who will eat it in the end.
Don't ask him how he knew this. He has been fed secretly since he was a child, all the way to now.
"System, will my foot really get better?" Wang Zhaozhao had candy in his mouth and didn't want to speak, but it didn't matter if he communicated with the system using his consciousness.
"...It seems like it will be fine." The system was silent for a while and gave an answer.
"Really? Why am I going to get frostbite? Can't you sense it in advance?" Wang Zhaozhao's hair stood on end when he thought of the pain just now.
"That's not life-threatening."
“…”
Wang Zhaozhao found that she really had no temper with this system.
"Okay! Stop talking nonsense and start studying." Studying will make her happy and help her forget what she just experienced.
The system naturally obeys orders, but it feels like it is being looked down upon.
If Wang Zhaozhao knew what it was thinking, he would tell it sincerely that it was not a feeling, but that you were looked down upon.
It's useless, its biggest use is to be able to chat with people.
We still ate in the kitchen at night, and we ate radishes.
Since they were already there, Wang Sibing picked up two more radishes.
Xie Ailian washed the radish, broke it in half, cut it into palm-thick slices, and boiled it directly in water.
They call this New Year's Radish because they usually cook a bowl of it during the Chinese New Year. The thick radish slices give you a special sense of satisfaction when you take a bite of it.
After eating and drinking, go to bed.
Wang Zhaozhao remained unmoved and studied in the system space until about ten o'clock. Then, it became increasingly difficult for him to get up and go to the bathroom.
"Or I can just sit in the kitchen from now on, finish studying, go to the toilet, and then go to sleep." It was too difficult to get out of the bed, and it was even more difficult to open the door to go out.
"So they would be there too, and you would consciously come in to study, but if you just sit there, you would be like a lost soul, sitting there stupidly." The system doesn't support that.
"...Okay!" Wang Zhaozhao thought about the scene and felt that it was indeed not possible.
"Host, only those who endure the most hardships can become the best."
"hehe."
Wang Zhaozhao said that he didn't need such useless comfort and ran out.
Wang Dahai and Xie Ailian in the inner room were speechless when they heard the noise from the other end.
"I don't know where you learned this, you're so picky." Xie Ailian complained with great disgust.
Do you think the urine bucket is smelly in the house? Clean the house at night and take it out in the morning. Is that really unbearable?
Is it comfortable to run outside in the cold wind?
"Just let her be. It doesn't bother you in any way." Wang Dahai said casually.
"It doesn't bother me now, but when she catches a cold, do you think I will care about her life or death?!" Xie Ailian snorted twice, feeling very irritable and couldn't help complaining.
"Go to sleep!" Wang Dahai really had no other answer to Xie Ailian's argument, so he just finished with this statement.
"..." Xie Ailian, who was not very angry at first, became angry. She turned over suddenly, turned her back to Wang Dahai, and rolled the quilt away with force.
Freeze this old man to death!
Wang Dahai: “……!”
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