Chapter 117: Guarding her without closing an eye
After dealing with the people from the government office, Old Song withdrew his gaze in disgust and only ordered his subordinate Qingxuan to clean up the place.
So as not to scare the villagers of Dalui Village.
After that, Old Song looked at Xiao Nuobao's cheek again, and felt that the slap mark pierced its heart: "Quick, someone go find Doctor Wu, remember to ask him to bring the medicine box and say that Nuobao was injured!"
At this time, what the Jiang family cared about most was the slap that Xiao Nuobao received.
The tears on Feng's face had not yet dried up. She rushed over and hugged her daughter: "My dear, let me see how badly you are hurt."
Little Nuobao felt a burning sensation on her face, as if it was pricked by needles, and it was painful and numb. It was difficult to move the flesh on half of her face. It was estimated that it had swollen like a bun.
She didn't feel anything when she had just confronted the people in the government office. Now that the trouble was solved, she realized that her face was so painful that she didn't want it anymore.
"Wuwu mother, Nuobao is in so much pain. Is Nuobao's face still there? Why can't I feel it moving? Wuwu." Tears welled up in the little Nuobao's eyes. He lay on his mother's shoulder and cried wildly.
Feng's heart trembled, and while enduring the heartache, she rocked the little man in her arms and rushed home.
"Wait for mother to come in and blow on you, and the pain will go away for our Nuobao."
A group of people rushed into the Jiang family.
When Doctor Wu came, he saw that little Nuobao's face was swollen as if he had been stung by a wasp, and he slapped the edge of the kang with heartache.
"Those beasts in the government office are willing to do something to our Nuobao. It would be best if Tian Zhixian choked to death when drinking water or choked to death when eating. It would be a waste of food if he lived." Doctor Wu wiped his eyes uncomfortably and prepared the medicine in a hurry.
The ointment was made of the best medicinal materials, which was originally cool and a little irritating.
Doctor Wu was afraid that Nuobao would feel pain, so he mixed some pearl powder into the medicine to reduce the irritation and moisturize her skin.
However, Nuobao's skin was so delicate that she still crawled all over the bed in pain when the medicine touched her.
Her little back arched up, and she crawled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed like a fish on a chopping board, avoiding Doctor Wu's big hands as he applied the medicine.
Feng had no choice but to half-coax and half-scare: "If you don't apply the medicine obediently, you will have a big scar on your face. It will stay for a lifetime, and others will call you an ugly freak when they see you."
Little Nuobao shrank her neck and quickly crawled back obediently: "Wuwu Nuobao doesn't want to become an ugly freak, mother, don't scare me, I don't want to be an ugly freak!"
Seeing her little face more bitter than bitter gourd, afraid of pain, and "looking death as if returning home", Feng and the others were all amused for a while.
After changing their minds, they felt more distressed for Nuobao, and came over to touch her little back and soothe this baby bump.
After applying the medicine, little Nuobao was as wilted as a dried cabbage in the wind, lying in Feng's arms, and fell asleep in a daze.
Feng held her daughter in her arms and patted her little bottom gently, tears in her eyes never disappeared.
Blame her.
Why didn't she protect her daughter?
The child got slapped for nothing, it was really uncomfortable and hard to breathe.
Jiang Fengnian and the others didn't say a word, their hearts were fried in oil.
Fortunately, Doctor Wu gave them a reassurance: "It's okay, Nuobao will only be in pain for a few days, but fortunately there is no damage to the ear canal and brain. As long as you keep applying medicine, the marks on the face will disappear quickly."
Hearing this, the Jiang family can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and their hearts are not so blocked.
The villagers waiting at the door of the Jiang family, knowing that Nuobao is fine, can go home with peace of mind.
Old Song also felt a little more at ease at this time.
He nodded slightly, knowing that Nuobao needed to rest today, so he went back to Fushan Hall to rest and not disturb the Jiang family.
After nightfall, the village was pitch black.
Only the main room of the Jiang family was brightly lit.
Feng and Sun Chunxue sat at the head of the kang, knitting in their hands. Jiang Fengnian and his brothers sat at the end of the kang, trying to breathe as lightly as possible. Li Qiqiao held Chun Ge'er in her arms and rocked gently on the ground.
The whole family was watching over little Nuobao, fearing that she would feel uncomfortable when she woke up at night, so they would take care of her as soon as possible.
Maybe because she was too tired during the day, little Nuobao slept very soundly this time.
So soundly that her left face was swollen again, like half a big steamed bun made of leavened dough, but she didn't even notice it.
In her sleep, little Nuobao sometimes gritted her little white teeth and kicked her feet angrily.
Sometimes she would sob and moan, her voice was soft and full of grievance.
When the next day dawned, all the Jiang family members looked tired and had dark circles under their eyes.
Feng yawned and didn't care about catching up: "Nuobao has slept for more than seven hours, and she will wake up soon. Second wife, let's go to the field and make her favorite shrimp wontons."
Sun Chunxue also wanted to help: "Mom, I will do it too. My sister-in-law has been eating sweet potato cakes these two days. I can make this."
When little Nuobao got up early, she opened her eyes and saw that a small dining table had been set up for her on the kang.
It was full of her favorite food.
A big bowl of shrimp and corn wontons, the soup base of which is still made from chicken soup, a plate of fried sweet potato cakes, wrapped in a thin layer of starch, with a thin red filling inside, crispy on the outside and fragrant on the inside.
In addition, there is a plate of duck egg yolk and red bean cakes, a bowl of steamed eggs with minced meat, two deep-fried chicken legs, sweet and sour cold potato shreds, and taro cakes that are so soft that they fall apart when you eat them!
Xiao Nuobao's eyes suddenly became brighter than the stars.
She threw her little body onto the dining table and laughed, "There are so many, I want to eat them all, one by one!"
Feng's eyes were smiling. Seeing that the lady was still so cute and smart, and was not scared by what happened yesterday, all her fatigue and sleepiness were swept away, and she hurried to help the lady to serve the dishes.
For foodies, nothing can replenish their energy better than eating.
After eating most of the table, little Nuobao completely forgot about what happened yesterday and patted his belly happily.
At this time, Old Song came to the Jiang family with a small bag to visit Nuobao.
"Grandpa Song~" Little Nuobao curled his eyes, smiled sweetly when he came over: "Grandpa Song, come quickly, Nuobao left some sweet potato cakes for you~"
Old Song saw that everything on the table had been eaten up.
But he didn't mind, picked up half of what Nuobao had left, and put it in his mouth: "Okay, it happens that Grandpa Song didn't have breakfast. By the way, Grandpa Song also has something good for our Nuobao."
As he said that, Old Song put the bundle in his hand next to Nuobao's hand.
"Duke... Duke?" At this time, Feng and Jiang Fenghu and the others couldn't help but look at the old man on the kang hesitantly.
If they hadn't seen Tian Zhixian kneeling down to Old Song yesterday, they wouldn't have dared to believe anything he said. The old Song who needed to be taken in by Fushantang at that time would actually be the famous Duke of Song in the current dynasty. Feng
calmed her breath, and then led her family to perform the ceremony awkwardly: "I and my whole family have met the Duke."
Old Song immediately stood up, shaking his head and stepped forward to support him.
"No need to be polite. Although I am in a high position, in this village, you just treat me as the down-and-out old man before. Everything is the same as before, and no one needs to pay attention to these red tapes." Old Song said in a gentle tone.
Unexpectedly, the Duke of the State was so approachable. Feng was a little surprised, but couldn't help but admire him.
Sun Chunxue blinked nervously: "You, you are really the Duke of Song? I can't believe it. How could you come to our village at that time? It's really unbelievable."
Old Song showed a trace of shame and explained: "In fact, I didn't deliberately hide it from you before. It was just that in order to find out the missing woman in the suburbs of Beijing, it was inconvenient to reveal my identity along the way, so I didn't inform you in time."
After saying that, he said seriously: "I am indeed the Duke of the State Song Anyuan. From now on, you don't have to be polite. Just call me Old Song."
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