Zhao Qianci looked at his granddaughter speechlessly, and finally laughed in exasperation.
"Alright, I know you two mean well. Fine, whatever bad ideas you come up with, you can use them on your grandpa."
Zhao Qingyan nodded with great sympathy, "Don't worry, Grandpa, I will definitely try my best."
Zhao Qian declined, saying, "Thank you."
Huang looked at the bump on the old man's head and found it increasingly amusing.
"My dear, this seems to be the first time in years that your grandpa has looked so disheveled. It's quite a novel sight."
Zhao Qianci glared at his wife with one eye, "Am I still your husband or not?"
Huang understood the deeper meaning: "Yes, yes, it must be, it always is, in this life and the next."
Zhao Qingyan turned her head away, too lazy to watch the old couple exchanging sweet nothings through coded language again.
The livestock ate some hay and drank some water under the cover of the tarpaulin, which was enough to replenish their energy.
We started our journey again.
The rain was heavy and the roads were slippery, so the three carriages traveled quite slowly. They should have been able to see the town in a little over an hour, but it took them almost two or three hours.
Once we entered the town, we found the largest inn and checked in.
Despite being a wealthy family, they remained quite low-key, opting for six standard rooms instead of the top-tier rooms.
After paying, I asked the kitchen to make ginger soup and bring it up.
Once inside the room, hot water was ordered so Zhao Qianci could quickly take a hot bath. As Zhao Qianci sat in the bathtub drinking ginger soup, he suddenly sneezed loudly.
This terrified Huang. How could she have caught a cold when she hadn't even gotten wet in the rain?
He quickly urged Zhao Qianci to finish the ginger soup, get out of the bathtub, helped him get dressed and dried his hair, and then threw him onto the bed.
"My dear girl, my dear girl, open the door for Grandma." After settling the old man down, Madam Huang hurried over to ask her granddaughter for medicine.
I took a bag of cold granules from Zhao Qingyan and quickly made some for the old man to drink.
"What is this? It tastes a little bitter," Zhao Qianci asked.
"It's for treating colds. Your granddaughter got it from there. Drink it, just in case. You're the most precious one in our family, so you absolutely can't catch a cold."
Zhao Qianci had no choice but to obediently drink the medicine. What's this called? Treating illness if you're sick, and relieving doubts if you're not.
Despite taking the medicine and making thorough preparations, Zhao Qianci still developed a fever that night. A doctor was called to examine him, and the diagnosis was that he had been frightened and had caught a cold.
Okay, the cold was a side effect; the main problem was the shock.
The family was very puzzled.
"This is enough to scare you? My grandpa is too fragile. When the refugees came to the village, my grandpa participated in the battle and nothing happened to him."
Zhao Qingshan shared his opinion.
Mrs. Huang glared at her grandson.
"Shut up, how can this be the same? When the refugees came to the village, your grandfather was with me and he wasn't injured."
I bumped my forehead today and it's the size of an egg. It wasn't from being scared; it's definitely from this bump. Alright, enough talk, hurry up and make your grandpa some medicine.
Alright, Zhao Qingshan resigned himself to his fate and went to brew the medicine for his grandfather. He pondered this as he brewed the medicine.
"This isn't right. He's not afraid of being killed face-to-face, but he gets startled by bumping into a bump in a car. It's strange, really strange."
Zhao Changgeng followed him into the kitchen, slapped him on the back of the head,
"Shut up, what's so strange about it? Just focus on brewing your medicine. Besides, you know your grandfather's condition, and have you forgotten what we're going to do on this journey?"
Zhao Qingshan slapped his forehead.
"How could I have forgotten about that?"
It's really hard to say. Dad, what are you doing in the kitchen? Go inside and stay there.
I'll bring the medicine up to Grandpa as soon as it's ready."
How could Zhao Changgeng leave his son alone in the kitchen in the middle of the night? Even though his son had become a father, in his father's heart, he was still his son.
After taking the medicine, and with Huang and the Zhao brothers constantly wiping his body with warm water and wine, Zhao Qianci's fever subsided by dawn.
The fever has subsided, but the person is still somewhat listless.
After drinking some porridge, I felt drowsy and sleepy again.
After discussing it with her sons, Madam Huang decided that they still needed to get to the prefectural city as soon as possible.
One reason is that once we arrive in the prefectural city, we can settle down as soon as possible. Another reason is that the doctors in the prefectural city are definitely better than the doctors in this small town.
After spreading thick blankets in the carriage, Zhao Qianci went back to sleep after getting into the carriage, while Huang Shi lay half-reclined beside him, supporting the old man's head to prevent him from swaying too much.
Zhao Qingyan felt that her grandfather must have suffered a mild concussion, otherwise he wouldn't be so sleepy.
Fortunately, the road was an official road and not too uneven.
Just before the city gates closed, the group finally managed to enter the city.
Upon arriving in the prefectural city, without saying a word, they quickly found the best inn in the city.
Although those who could participate in the imperial examinations all possessed some wealth, this did not mean that all scholars were rich. Just find the most expensive inn.
Only three rooms are left in the top-tier section. What to do? Let's just have them check in.
Zhao Qingyan lived in one room with her grandparents, while the remaining nine people lived in two rooms.
As for the inconvenience of Zhao Qingyan living in the same room as her grandparents, that's perfectly fine. Zhao Qingyan went straight into the space to sleep.
The only downside was that the space was too bright. Zhao Qingyan had no choice but to take out her treasured eye mask and put it on.
Since transmigrating, I haven't used this thing again, and I no longer have the bad habit of staying up all night and not getting up during the day.
The greatest benefit of time travel is that it cured a young man whose biological clock was completely out of whack.
Nothing happened that night. The next morning, after the family had breakfast downstairs, Huang and Zhao Qingyan went out to look for a house.
Whether the guesthouse is expensive or not is not important; the main problem is that it's really noisy.
Especially at this time of daybreak, the whole inn is noisy and bustling, a bit like being in a market.
Zhao Qingyan was still wondering...
"Aren't these all students here to take the prefectural examination? Why are you making such a loud noise? Don't you feel it's an insult to your scholarly conduct?"
Zhao Yonggeng looked at his niece with a helpless expression.
"Silly girl, this is an inn. Since it's an inn, all sorts of people can stay here. Who says that only students who come to take the exam can stay here?"
Well, Zhao Qingyan realized she had asked a stupid question.
When looking for a house, the first thing to do is look for a real estate agency. And let me tell you, the prefectural city is a completely different place from the county town or the township.
These dental shops are much larger and look quite professional; the clothes worn by the dentists are also made of very fine materials.
"Oh. You've arrived. May I ask if you're here to buy or sell a house, or to rent land or shops, or to buy or sell livestock or slaves?"
The broker, Yan Cheng, enthusiastically introduced his business.
Huang was delighted to hear this. She hadn't been able to buy a suitable house in the county town, but the broker in the prefectural city said he had a house for sale. That was wonderful.
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