Xiao Bao gritted his teeth in pain, "Sister Xiao Meng, please stop scolding me. I feel so uncomfortable now."
Zhang Meng immediately felt distressed again and yelled at Zhang Xiaohu's wife who went out to get water, "Where is she? Where did you get the water?"
"Here it comes, here it comes, the water is here." Zhang Xiaohu's wife came in with water like a bullied little wife.
Zhang Meng glanced at the basin with only water but no towel, her face darkened, and she stared at her coldly, "Why is there only water but no towel?"
Zhang Xiaohu's wife rubbed her hands together and said in embarrassment, "Xiao Meng, please don't embarrass me. I don't have any towels at home. We all use our unwanted clothes as towels. I also want to have my own towel, but I don't have money or tickets to buy one."
Zhang Meng interrupted her complaints impatiently, "Alright, stop talking about this nonsense and step aside."
Zhang Xiaohu's wife didn't dare to talk back, and she stepped aside and watched with a sympathetic feeling.
Since there was no towel, Zhang Meng had to take a patched piece of Xiaobao's clothes from the closet in this room.
Zhang Meng had just put hot clothes on Xiaobao's forehead, and Zhang Xiaohu also invited Uncle Zhang, the only barefoot doctor in Zhangjia Village, to his home.
"What a sin! Who did this? The child, who is only a few years old, is frozen and hungry like this." Uncle Zhang took a look and cursed while looking at the patient.
Zhang Xiaohu and his wife, who were standing aside, looked at each other, then quickly lowered their heads, minimizing their presence.
Zhang Meng glanced at the couple, her eyes full of displeasure. She would slowly settle the score with them for how they treated Xiaobao.
"Uncle Zhang, how is Xiaobao? Is his illness not serious?" Zhang Meng asked with concern.
Uncle Zhang checked Xiaobao's injuries and took out a pill. "Whoever took the measures for Xiaobao just now did a good job. Fortunately, it was done in time, otherwise the child would have been frozen to death if not burned to death."
"Sister Xiaomeng did it for me." Xiaobao said weakly.
Uncle Zhang nodded in satisfaction. "Xiao Meng, you did a great job. You saved this child. Here are some fever-reducing pills. Give them to him. His fever will go away in half an hour."
"Thank you, Uncle Zhang." Zhang Meng knew that this medicine was very rare in this day and age, so he immediately poured a bowl of water and asked Xiaobao to swallow the medicine with the water.
When Uncle Zhang saw Xiaobao take the pill, he immediately looked at Zhang Xiaohu and his wife.
What’s disgusting is that this couple just pretended to be stupid, lowered their heads and looked at their toes, which was extremely shameless.
Seeing this situation, Uncle Zhang still couldn't understand. The other party was pretending to be stupid and refused to pay the medical fee.
Suddenly his face became a little gloomy.
Zhang Meng rolled her eyes. "Uncle Xiaohu, Uncle Zhang treated Xiaobao. Don't you have to pay him?"
Zhang Xiaohu pretended to have just remembered something, "Money, yes, I just remembered it, but I don't have any money."
Uncle Zhang snorted, picked up the medicine box and left.
Seeing this, Zhang Meng glared at the couple and quickly chased after them.
"Uncle Zhang, wait a moment." Uncle Zhang stopped after walking into the yard.
"Uncle Zhang, how much does it cost for Xiaobao's medical treatment? I'll pay for him first. I'll ask his parents for the money when they come back."
"I know their family is having a hard time, so I won't charge much. Just give me the money for the medicine, fifty cents is all that's needed," said Uncle Zhang sensibly.
Zhang Meng immediately took out a fifty-cent note from his pocket and handed it to him. After seeing Uncle Zhang off, Zhang Meng went back into the small room.
Before I even entered, I heard Zhang Xiaohu and his wife scolding Xiaobao.
"You little nemesis, I just locked you up in the pigsty for three days, and you actually got sick. How come you are so weak?" Zhang Xiaohu cursed.
"That's right, his body is too weak, Xiao Jin's father. It seems that what the old man said is true. He is the little nemesis. Look, his medical treatment has cost our family money." Zhang Xiaohu's wife added fuel to the fire.
"Are you done scolding?" Zhang Meng asked with a sullen face as he stood at the door, looking at the couple lying there.
Zhang Xiaohu and his wife, who were enjoying cursing, shuddered when they heard the sound coming from outside the door, and all four of their hands were shaking.
"We're done cursing, we were just talking." Zhang Xiaohu explained with an embarrassed smile.
Zhang Meng sneered and walked past them to the bedside. "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"
Xiaobao moved his cracked lips and said, "Much better."
Zhang Meng covered him with a quilt. As soon as her hand touched the quilt, she frowned. It was not a quilt at all. There was no cotton inside.
I don’t know how Zhang Dahu and his family of three survived the winter.
"Lie down well, I'll come to see you later." After instructing Xiaobao, Zhang Meng turned around and left the house without looking at Zhang Xiaohu and his wife standing next to her.
After returning home, Zhang Meng briefly told Grandma Zhang what happened at Zhang Dahu's family.
"That family is so confused. It's the modern era now, and they still believe in this nonsense." After hearing this, Grandma Zhang cursed angrily.
"Grandma, kill our chicken. I'll go to the county town in a couple of days and get you two to feed."
Although Grandma Zhang felt sorry for her hen that was still laying eggs, she felt more sympathetic towards Xiaobao who was hurt by his family.
Without saying a word, Grandma Zhang immediately went to the chicken coop, caught the hen that had just laid an egg, and killed it.
At this time, little Zhang Tao, who was sitting in the main room practicing calligraphy, ran out with a notebook in his hand. "Sister, I have already written the words you asked me to write. Please check them."
Since her life became better, Zhang Meng decided to raise her only son into an intellectual.
Although there is no school to go to now due to the times, fortunately Zhang Meng knows quite a few words.
In her previous life, because Li Hao was a cultured person, in order to make herself worthy of him, Zhang Meng went to night school. She also learned a lot of words at that time.
According to the changes in the times, she calculated that by the years of 1974 and 1975, her younger brother would be old enough to go to school and she would be able to take over at that time.
Looking at the rows of carefully written words on the notebook, although the force is not strong enough, you can see the seriousness of the person who wrote these words.
"You write well. Keep up the good work. Grandma will kill a chicken and give you a chicken leg as a reward later." Zhang Meng touched the top of his head with a smile.
Little Zhang Tao shook his head and said, "Sister, Xiao Tao doesn't eat chicken legs, leave them for Xiao Bao. We eat meat every day at home recently, and I don't crave meat anymore."
Zhang Meng sighed helplessly. Even Xiao Zhang Tao, who had no blood relationship with Xiao Bao, could give up his favorite meat for Xiao Bao to eat, but Zhang Xiaohu and his wife were Xiao Bao's uncle and aunt, but what they did was to want to take Xiao Bao's life.
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