The abbot gently called his disciple's name, without saying much, but it served as a warning.
The young master of the Jiang family was conscious, and although he was weak, he still had the strength to speak.
He called out his subordinate's name and reprimanded him, "Don't be rude! Quickly apologize to the two young masters!"
The subordinate awkwardly clasped his hands in a fist salute.
Song Chengfeng glanced at the medicinal soup in the pot and said calmly, "Alright! I'm fine, I was just reminding you..."
Don't take habits for granted.
Otherwise, if something else happens, there won't be enough people to go through all that trouble with you!
Someone kindly reminded me, "It's okay if you don't take it seriously, but don't hurt other people's feelings!"
The voice wasn't loud, but the tone was forceful.
Among the brothers, the sixth brother, Song Chengfeng, was the most clear about his grudges and favors, and he didn't have as many concerns as his older brothers. His emotions were the most direct.
Young Master Jiang nodded slightly, and the steward and his subordinates bowed to Song Chenghou, Song Chengjian, Song Chengfeng, and the abbot.
As the medicinal soup in the pot boiled, the guards escorting the salvaged cargo at sea approached from afar.
Song Chengfeng instructed the steward to feed the young master of the Jiang family his medicine first.
He personally ladled out a bowl, pinched Wen Shishi's little nose, and forced her to drink it.
Let the monks do as they please, and first give each of the young novices a bowl...
The rest of you should drink another bowl.
Wen Shishi's smiling face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd as she kicked her legs, threatened by Sixth Brother:
"If you keep struggling and spill the medicine, I'll just pour you another bowl..."
Wen Shishi dared not pounce, and almost choked on her food.
Seeing that she was suffering terribly from drinking, the eldest brother reluctantly prepared to come over and help feed her, but the second brother, Song Chengjian, beat him to it.
Song Chengjian sat down on the stone that Lao Shi had placed on, took Wen Shishi and the medicine bowl, and patiently explained the reasoning to her.
"Shishi just got caught in the rain, and Sixth Brother was worried you'd catch a cold, so he specially brewed some medicine for you. It's good for your health..."
Look, your sixth brother hasn't had a moment's rest. He fed you himself as soon as he finished cooking...
"So, you're going to obediently drink it too?"
is that so?
Wen Shishi looked away and glanced at Sixth Brother, her eyes darting around...
His sensible little face softened Song Chengfeng's expression, who had been stern and impatient.
Song Chengjian coaxed again, "Drink it obediently, and you won't catch a cold or get sick..."
Otherwise, if I catch a cold, I'll have to take even more medicine...
I don't know if it was because I understood Sixth Brother's intentions, or if Second Brother's intimidation worked...
Wen Shishi took the soup bowl from her second brother, holding it up with her two small, white hands, the porcelain bowl almost covering her face...
He finished the drink in one gulp, turned the bowl upside down, and showed the bottom to Song Chengfeng to indicate that he had finished.
Song Chengfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, said nothing, but the corners of his mouth slowly turned up from their downward position.
Seeing that Sixth Brother didn't praise him, Wen tilted his head, raised his chin, and said confidently:
"I finished it all, and you didn't even praise me, Sixth Brother!"
Song Chengfeng gave a soft, silent hum, a gentle smile appearing on his face, like a newly blossoming flower.
Song Chengjian looked up and glared at him, as if reprimanding his lack of cooperation.
Song Chengfeng's lips curved into an even wider smile, and he finally said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay! Shishi is the best!"
"Dear little one, you've finished all your medicine!"
Wen Shishi opened her mouth awkwardly, having received praise, but had nothing to say.
The tenth brother behind Song Chengfeng and Song Chengxin looked as if they had seen a ghost.
His second brother, who had been constantly threatening him and saying he would beat him up, was actually speaking to him so gently and patiently.
And just now, was that his sixth brother?
If he didn't act sarcastic and sarcastic, would he still be Sixth Brother?!
The young master of the Jiang family and his subordinates, the abbot and his disciples were all silently drinking their medicinal soup. The shock they had just witnessed had lessened considerably...
The subordinates retrieved the goods, which, although less than a tenth of what was brought in, were still enough to meet the basic needs of the island's inhabitants.
After drinking the herbal medicine, the young master of the Jiang family felt much better.
Song Chengfeng took two small pieces of dried sweet potato from the basket and handed them to the steward, indicating that he should give them to his young master.
"Sweet potatoes are easy to digest, but you can't eat too many. You just threw up a lot and used up a lot in the sea, so eat a little something to tide you over..."
The young master of the Jiang family clasped his hands in a fist salute, accepted the food, and began to eat it in small bites.
After several trips, the subordinate reported to the young master, "Young master, we've retrieved everything we could..."
There are also a few scattered ones, but they've drifted too far; if we were to row there, we'd probably have to come back before dark...
Therefore, we've come back to consult you.
Young Master Jiang looked up at the sky...
After being reminded, the others also looked up at the sky.
The clouds had thinned considerably compared to when the typhoon was at its peak, but the sky overhead was still overcast.
"It looks like even if the typhoon doesn't make a comeback, a torrential downpour is probably inevitable..."
The second son, Song Chengjian, spoke up.
The abbot nodded with concern.
The young master of the Jiang family made a quick decision and told his men not to search any further.
He learned from the steward what had happened before and after his rescue, except for the experience of being given artificial respiration by the servant.
"I will repay your life-saving grace with my last bit of firewood. May I ask, Young Master Song and Abbot, what are your plans with the impending downpour?"
Jiang Xinyu visited Song Chenghou and the abbot.
Abbot Song Chenghou and others spoke first.
The abbot looked at his disciples behind him and said, "You disciples have already been soaked by the rain during the day, and you really can't afford to get caught in another downpour..."
There's nowhere to hide in the temple; the most urgent thing is to find a place to take refuge..."
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