A light drizzle was falling outside the window. Yu Qiuchi had felt dizzy since he got up, but he didn't take it seriously.
Fortunately, the production team was somewhat conscientious today and didn't make things difficult for the guests, so they were free to arrange their own schedules.
Yu Qiuchi was preoccupied with the old man's birthday and had no intention of going out. He stayed in the mud house with Song Yaozhuo and Xie Tingsi, studying the pile of materials.
The leather processing requires high-quality cowhide, which is soaked in running water for three to five days, then the loose hair is scraped off and left to air dry for a month.
Mo Weiyun knew that Yu Qiuchi was running out of time, so she pulled a lot of strings and got a pre-processed solution.
All that was left was the drawing, which used an old draft that had been passed down through generations. The patterns were intricate, and Yu Qiuchi's head was spinning and his vision was going black as he drew.
Xie Tingsi and Song Yaozhuo weren't idle either. Xie Tingsi helped with the sketching, while Song Yaozhuo tidied up the cowhide. The final sketches were completed, but the carving itself became a problem.
In the end, we still need to talk to the old man about this.
"Drink some ginger water to ward off the cold." Gu Xiaojun brought in a porcelain bowl.
As soon as he entered, the domineering scent of ginger filled the entire room. Yu Qiuchi frowned subconsciously. Eating ginger is like killing him!
"I added extra brown sugar on purpose, and the ginger flavor is very mild." Gu Xiaojun noticed something was wrong with Yu Qiuchi as soon as she got out of bed. His voice was hoarse when he got up, probably because he caught a chill last night and had a bit of a cold.
"Thank you, Brother Junxiao!" Since Gu Xiaojun had already gone this far, Yu Qiuchi couldn't refuse.
He took the bowl of brown sugar ginger water with some skepticism, and tentatively took a sip. Perhaps because of his cold, his taste buds were a little hesitant, and he only tasted a hint of sweetness.
Yu Qiuchi and I drank it all in one go, thinking that a short pain was better than a long one. The result was that when the sweetness faded, there was a spicy ginger taste in my mouth.
"Qiu Chi, have you caught a cold?" Xie Tingsi looked up from the pile of discarded manuscripts on the table and asked with concern.
[I feel so sorry for my wife, she needs to take good care of herself!]
[This is also the production team's fault. What were they thinking, choosing a place like this? They turned a perfectly good dating reality show into a survival challenge!]
[My frail and helpless husband!]
Yu Qiuchi licked his slightly chapped lips, then pushed open the wooden window. A blast of cool air rushed in, relieving the heat from his body.
"He probably caught a chill."
Song Yaozhu frowned. He noticed that Yu Qiuchi's complexion was off: "Did you take your medicine? If it's serious, go to the hospital for a checkup."
"I ate." Yu Qiuchi said helplessly; it was just a minor cold.
"Waaah..." Before seeing him, Yan Qing rushed in and hugged Yu Qiuchi tightly, seeking comfort in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Yu Qiuchi was completely bewildered. He had just seen a big black rat dart into his arms. Seeing Yan Qing sobbing so sadly, he patted Yan Qing's back and asked.
Yan Qing still carried the dampness from outside, and Yu Qiuchi felt very comfortable being close to him.
"The bamboo house collapsed last night, damn it, it collapsed right in front of me, sob sob, and there was a snake, a huge one!"
Yu Qiuchi was startled upon hearing this, and his previously dazed mind cleared up a bit. He pulled Yan Qing away from his arms a little and looked him over: "Are you alright?"
"No, I was outside sobbing. Qiu Chi really scared me to death..." Yan Qing wanted to cry when he thought about it. He was alone in the mountains. The sky was already overcast, and the mountains were full of trees, making it even darker. He was all alone.
The wind was strong last night, and Yan Qing, who is easily frightened, must have been quite scared this time.
"It's good that everyone is alright..." Yu Qiuchi wanted to comfort him, but he felt powerless and his mind couldn't process it.
Song Yaozhuo pulled Yan Qing, who was about to continue wailing, out of Yu Qiuchi's arms: "You're cold, he has a cold."
Yan Qing opened his eyes wide and quickly got out of Yu Qiuchi's arms: "Qiuchi, are you alright!" He touched Yu Qiuchi's forehead: "Holy crap, it's so hot!"
He looked at Gu Xiaojun, who had just put down his bowl, and Xie Tingsi, who had finished packing up his manuscript and was about to leave, and blurted out in his haste, "You're just going to leave him standing here like this? He's about to be cooked into a pancake!"
Gu Xiaojun hurried a few steps. His hands were a little warm from carrying the ginger water. Afraid of not being able to gauge the temperature properly, he lowered his head, hooked his arm around Yu Qiuchi's neck, and pulled her towards him, their foreheads touching.
Gu Xiaojun could feel Yu Qiuchi's scorching breath, not the kind of heat created by a romantic atmosphere, but real heat. Gu Xiaojun was startled and suppressed her inner thoughts—39 degrees Celsius was inevitable.
[Although it's a bit inappropriate, this gesture...tsk tsk tsk]
Yu Qiuchi stumbled from Gu Xiaojun's movement. His eyes were glazed as he looked up at Gu Xiaojun. The boy's lips were flushed red from the heat, and they looked plump and very kissable: "Brother Junxiao..."
[Holy crap, who can resist this! It feels so sweet!]
[A bunch of shills, don't they care about their wives' health? ...I heard it's more comfortable to do it when they have a fever!]
There is no hospital in the village, only a small clinic. To go to the hospital, you have to go to the town, which is quite far. And today it's raining, so getting around is very inconvenient.
The doctor at the small clinic helped Yu Qiuchi get an IV drip, gave her a few instructions, and then left, leaving the group looking at each other in bewilderment.
Xie Tingsi was somewhat incredulous: "That's all? Don't we need to take X-rays to check for lung infection or anything?"
"Most small clinics down here are like this," Jiang Chenzhou said calmly. Since even a hot water bottle was unavailable, he filled a plastic water bottle with hot water and used it to warm Yu Qiuchi's hands.
Tang Ke also had an opinion on this: "But we can't be so hasty, can we?"
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