Very well, there are no corpses. It's all the fault of the head of the household for exaggerating and scaring her.
Carrying water, I wiped down the beds in all three rooms and cleaned the square table in the main room. The room was very simple, with no other furniture besides the square table for meals and the three beds.
Zhao Guihua found some clean straw and spread it on the bed board, then laid a mat on top. "Dafu, Erfu, and Sanfu, the three of you will sleep in this room." It was the room closest to the kitchen.
“Jingjing, Xiaoxiao, and Tangguo will stay here with us, while the head of the household, Sifu, and Wufu will stay in this room.” As for the injured boy they picked up, although he was the most seriously injured, he could only sleep on the floor.
Zhao Guihua laid a thick layer of straw on the ground, then laid a mat on top, and then she and Sifu took the door panel and carried the person down.
"Didn't you take fever-reducing medicine? Why is your fever still so high? Will you not be able to stand it?" Zhao Guihua and Sifu whispered to each other.
Sifu scratched his head. "We can't call a doctor now. Father was so badly injured by the refugees, but he survived by taking medicine. If we give him some more medicine, whether he can come back to life depends on his own fate."
“Yes, we still need those medicines to keep ourselves going. It’s kind of us to share some with him. Who doesn’t live by luck?” Zhao Guihua wiped the sweat from her forehead, tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and calmly got up and left.
Zhou Sifu went to Zhou Wufu to ask for a packet of fever-reducing medicine. Zhou Wufu asked him who it was for, and Zhou Sifu said it was for the boy he had picked up.
"Has the fever not gone down yet? Then take it to him and give it to him. Should we add another packet?" When Boss Zhou was injured and had a fever, he also managed to cure himself by increasing the dosage of the medicine and figuring it out on his own. If his own father treated him this way, then treating others would be even easier.
But Zhou Sifu waved his hand and only took one packet. "Use it sparingly. If you take this packet, you can return it. Don't think that just because we picked these herbs ourselves, they're worth the exorbitant price at the pharmacy."
That's right. Zhou Wufu didn't say anything more and lay down on the mat to rest.
In the kitchen, Xingxing was tending the fire and adding firewood. Under Xingxing's guidance, Tangguo was stewing porridge, cured meat, and dried vegetables together in one pot. Tangguo knew how to cook, but what she made was like pig swill. Xingxing was supervising her while tending the fire.
I didn't eat breakfast today. I'll eat breakfast and lunch together. I can't eat food that tastes like pig swill.
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