Chapter 22: Survive First
Shen Yueyao checked in the morning and found that there was nothing serious wrong with Su Daya's body. She just needed to eat well and take good care of herself.
So don't worry too much.
But logically speaking, you should wake up in the afternoon after drinking the spiritual spring water.
Su Erya's mouth was greasy from eating so much. She ate so well that her eyes were shining. She hurriedly said, "Aunt San, after you went back at noon, my sister woke up a short while later. She drank the medicine, talked for a while, and then fell asleep again."
In fact, the doctor came to see me this morning and said that as long as my sister took the medicine according to the prescription he prescribed, she would be fine and would get better.
They were so worried in the morning because they had no money to buy medicine.
But her third aunt gave her money and prescribed medicine that would help her sister get better, so she felt relieved.
Shen Yueyao nodded, took out two pancakes, put them in the pan to heat up, and said, "Give these to Daya when she wakes up."
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When Su Xueyi returned from the headman's house, she found that the door was locked.
Generally speaking, there is someone at home at this time. Even if Shen Yueyao has not returned from the mountain, Dabao and Erbao should be at home.
Su Xueyi murmured thoughtfully, "Did he go to mother's place?"
Su Xueyi remembered that during lunch, Shen Yueyao said she would cook for her mother and the others in the evening.
Su Xueyi just listened to these words and didn't take them seriously.
But seeing that there was no one at home, he couldn't help but wonder whether Shen Yueyao had really gone to her mother's place.
He leaned on his crutches and reached behind the top of the door, where the key was indeed.
When he opened the door, he saw a line of words written on the floor at the entrance.
Su Xueyi's eyes flickered. The handwriting was neat and majestic. Looking closely, the handwriting was full of awe-inspiring momentum, and seemed to contain hidden secrets.
I remember when I was a child, my father once said that you can tell a person’s character by his handwriting.
These words were obviously written by Shen Yueyao.
But as far as he knew, Shen Yueyao couldn't read, let alone write.
At this moment, Su Xueyi lowered her head, and waves seemed to surge in her eyes.
After a long time, Su Xueyi's expression returned to calm. He walked out of the door with his crutches and locked it.
She went to her mother's place.
When Su Xueyi went over, Shen Yueyao had already eaten her fill.
Old Lady Meng knew that she wanted to use mustard greens to pickle sauerkraut, so she asked Su Erya to help pick some from the field.
Shen Yueyao was not polite either.
When she was carrying pickled vegetables and about to take Dabao and Erbao, who had already eaten their fill, back home, Su Erya whispered, "Aunt San, I...can I go back with you and help you with something?"
Just now, when they were talking at dinner, she knew that her Third Aunt had to go back to knead the dough in the evening and get up early in the morning to make roujiamo.
Besides, it was not dark yet, so she wanted to help her third aunt with something.
Shen Yueyao said: "It will indeed take some time, and it will probably be very tiring."
It takes strength to process the gourd and the kudzu root.
Su Erya said excitedly: "Aunt San, I am not afraid of hard work, I have strength."
Shen Yueyao nodded and took Su Erya back.
Mrs. Meng is most relieved that Su Erya is learning things from Shen Yueyao.
Su Xueyi sat at the table, a shimmering look in her eyes.
Old Madam Meng couldn't see Su Xueyi's expression clearly, but she could feel that he was very silent and must be thinking about something.
Old Madam Meng knew that her son was a thoughtful person and would keep his worries to himself and not say them out loud.
Most of the time, it was Madam Meng who talked the most and deliberately led the topic, and then Su Xueyi would say a sentence or two.
Madam Meng couldn't help but say, "Xueyi, Mother, Erya, Dabao and Erbao all ate very well tonight, thanks to the food Yueyao made."
"I didn't expect Yueyao to be able to make something so delicious. I didn't even know pig offal could be used as a delicacy."
"This stuff is cheap. When people in the village kill pigs, they throw away the pig offal. Thinking about all the pig offal thrown away in the past, it feels like a waste. When it's cooked, it tastes better than meat."
"Yueyao is really capable. She has the cooking skills. You and Dabao and Erbao won't go hungry, and Mom can feel more at ease."
"And these pancakes were originally made with whole grain flour. People in the village weren't well off, so they only ate white flour during Chinese New Year and other festivals. On weekdays, they had to save whole grain flour, but whole grain flour makes your throat irritated."
"Before, when I made soup, my throat would feel uncomfortable after drinking it. But Yueyao was able to make such a delicious pancake with this thing. Even now, when I think about it, it still smells delicious. If I wasn't so full, I would have eaten another one..."
Old Madam Meng had too many emotions in her heart and couldn't help but talk a lot to Su Xueyi.
Su Xueyi knew that her mother was having a hard time, and if she kept some things in her heart without saying them out loud for a long time, she would easily become sick.
So whenever his mother wanted to talk, he would listen quietly.
Most of the things he talked about before were trivial matters, but this time, he was praising Shen Yueyao in his words.
This made Su Xueyi feel a little uncomfortable, or rather, not used to it.
There was a cold light like wind and snow between his eyebrows.
The impression that woman had left on him was too deeply ingrained to change in a short time.
"Mom, I'm sorry."
If he hadn't accidentally broken his leg two years ago, the Su family wouldn't be what it is now.
Perhaps he had passed the imperial examination earlier and obtained an official position, allowing his mother to live a better life.
Although Su Xueyi never said it, she always felt guilty in her heart.
There was always a whip in his heart constantly urging him on, and there was also a huge stone pressing on his chest.
Many times she woke up in the middle of the night, as if the huge rock was pressing down on her and making it difficult for her to breathe.
"How can you say sorry? Don't tell me these things. I'm just expressing my feelings to you."
Old Madam Meng knew that it would be difficult to change her son's opinion of Shen Yueyao in a short period of time.
"Mom won't put any pressure on you. Just eat well and don't be hard on food. Only when you have a full meal will you have the opportunity to do more things."
People like them can only survive first before they can talk about anything else.
Those years in the labor camp, which was such a tough place, had already taught them many lessons.
They are no longer members of the Marquis' Mansion.
In the face of food and survival, dignity means nothing.
Su Xueyi felt heavy-hearted and ate her meal in silence.
No matter when, he ate, he was always silent, and every move he made was based on the good habits he developed in his childhood, and he was elegant and noble.
"Mom, is Daya okay?"
"It's okay. She woke up once at noon. When she wakes up again, I'll make her some medicine. She'll be fine in a few days. Don't worry too much."
"Yueyao is thoughtful and keeps the food warm in the pot for Daya, so she will have something to eat when she wakes up hungry."
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Su Erya followed Shen Yueyao into the house and was a little surprised to see how clean the house was.
I remember that the yard at home was always a mess.
Su Erya said, "Aunt San, if you need me to do anything, just tell me."
Shen Yueyao said without hesitation: "Please help wash the gourd and kudzu root over there with water first, I will need them later."
Only then did Su Erya see a pile of gourds and a bunch of strange things placed at the corner of the wall next to her.
Although she didn't understand what Aunt San wanted the gourd for, she didn't ask.
She was just looking at those large clods of earth, a little puzzled. "Um, Aunt San, are these the kudzu roots you mentioned?"
Su Erya had never heard of Pueraria lobata and didn't know what it was.
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