It's spring again, and fruit trees are growing on the hills of Hetou Village.
The orange trees have been grafted and oranges can be picked in one or two years. The peach trees and loquats will need to grow for another two years before they become good rootstocks.
Some people had just gotten up when Dahua had already returned from a walk on the mountain.
Time flies. At this time last year, everyone was still working hard to plow the soil, but this year we have completed the first wave of grafting.
Liang Guoguo will be one year old in a month. The little guy is very active and likes to climb up and down. He can easily climb from the stool to the 1.4-meter long table to play with candles.
It used to be comfortable with Chunhua watching over him all the time. But last year, Chunhua went to school with Xiaohua, and only Qiu Zhen was left at home to look after him, so there were bound to be some bumps and bruises.
Xiaojuan is no longer surprised by a bump on her forehead today and a bruise on her arm tomorrow.
It is always lively when there are children at home. Sometimes they laugh and sometimes they whine. The big yellow dog in the village hides away when he hears them.
In the afternoon, Qiu Zhen carried Guoguo on her back to walk around the fields. The vegetables in her field were growing well. Guoguo sat in the basket and played with the foxtail grass in her hand, while Qiu Zhen squatted in the field picking vegetables.
The green vegetables are lush and their green leaves sway gently in the breeze, as if calling for people to come and pick them.
Not long after, a drop of water fell from the sky, hit the leaf, slid down along the veins of the leaf, and fell into the soil.
Oh, it’s raining!
Qiu Zhen hurriedly carried Guoguo on her back and walked back with the vegetable basket.
The spring rain is drizzling, it is the little fish waving to you. At the beginning of summer, the drizzle has transformed into a mature young woman, spreading her passion to the earth.
Crash——
Raindrops hit the ground.
Ahahaha——
Liang Guoguo clapped her hands happily on Haopo's back.
By the time the grandmother and granddaughter got home, they were soaked like drowned rats.
"Oh my dear, you're all wet, don't get sick!"
Qiu Zhen stripped the little guy naked, dried him and changed him into dry clothes.
Even so, I was still worried, so I cut two slices of ginger into the bowl, added a small spoonful of salt, and poured boiling water over it.
After it cooled down slightly, Qiu Zhen fed Guoguo with a spoon.
"Guoguo, come here, drink some salt and ginger soup, you won't be afraid of getting wet in the rain!"
When Guoguo saw Haopo holding a small bowl and a spoon, he thought there was something delicious and opened his mouth wide.
The first bite didn't taste sweet at all, it was salty and spicy. The little face wrinkled up and he refused to take a second bite no matter what.
Qiu Zhen had no choice but to drink the bowl of magical soup to dispel the cold herself.
In the evening, the family finished their meal while chatting and laughing. After cleaning up and watching Guoguo perform a staggering performance of walking and falling, they went into their own houses.
Late at night, Qiu Zhen got up to see how the dough was rising. Passing by Dahua and Xiaojuan's door, she saw light coming out from the gap in the door.
Just as I was about to knock on the door to ask, Dahua came out with a basin in his hand.
"What's going on?"
Dahua looked unhappy and said, "Guoguo has a fever."
Liang Guoguo was usually very active, but this was the first time she had a fever, and both of them were caught off guard.
Qiu Zhen's heart tightened, thinking it was because she had been caught in the rain during the day and hadn't been able to drink any ginger soup. She felt both annoyed and anxious.
She hurried in to take a look. The little guy had his eyes closed and his face was red. He seemed to be asleep, but in fact he was babbling. He moved his hands and feet and turned over from time to time. His little body was in great pain.
"Mom..."
Seeing her come in, Xiaojuan called out softly, turned her back and wiped the corners of her eyes.
Qiu Zhen's heart was gripped with anxiety. She knew this feeling too well. When Dahua fell ill for the first time as a child, she cried all night.
"When did it start?"
"I don't know. I heard him tossing and turning in the middle of the night, groaning, and I felt something was wrong. When I touched my hand, it was very hot!"
Xiaojuan spoke with her nose pierced and her eyes were red.
"Don't worry, it's normal for the child to be sick. Cover him with a blanket and sweat, and the fever will go away."
This is the method. Xiaojuan thought that her mother used the same method to reduce her fever when she was a child, so she immediately took out a thick quilt from the cabinet.
Dahua changed a basin of warm water and wiped Guoguo's face and applied a mask on her forehead.
The little guy's upper body was already burning hot, and when he was covered with the quilt, it was like being put on the rack of a steamer. He was almost cooked in the next second.
Perhaps he felt too uncomfortable, he opened his eyes and jumped up, looked at his mother, his father, and his mother-in-law, and laughed.
"Good mother-in-law, wake up, wake up!"
Good boy, even in this state, you still remember to take care of your mother-in-law and let her go to bed!
Xiaojuan felt sad and tears started to flow down her face again.
Dahua pushed Guoguo back into the quilt and patted him gently for a while, but the little guy's eyelids started twitching again.
"My child, he's in such trouble, I'll take it for him!"
Xiaojuan was crying sadly, and Dahua took care of both the younger and the older.
He hugged Xiaojuan and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Children are bound to get sick. Besides, even if someone needs to take over, I'll be the one to do it."
Guoguo fell asleep again in a daze.
At dawn, Dahua rode his bike to take Xiaojuan and Guoguo to the hospital.
Although it was hot, Xiaojuan was chilled by the cold and solemn atmosphere when she first entered the hospital, and fear grew in her heart.
My temperature was 39.8, close to 40. The doctor sighed and prescribed two doses of penicillin.
Dahua massages the hands, Xiaojuan massages the feet, and the nurse gives the injection.
Liang Guoguo was given an injection while she was dazed and confused. She woke up suddenly from her semi-comatose state and cried so hard that she almost died.
Xiaojuan also burst into tears, and Dahua gritted his teeth and swallowed the tears that welled up in his eyes.
Fortunately, by the afternoon, the temperature had gradually dropped and the whole family breathed a sigh of relief.
In the afternoon, Qiu Zhen cooked a pot of porridge, and Guoguo ate half a bowl. Only then did Xiaojuan smile.
At around eleven o'clock in the evening, Guoguo started humming again, his face flushed with smiles. Xiaojuan touched his forehead and found that his temperature had risen again.
"Dahua, Dahua." She woke up the people around her.
Dahua got up and touched it. It was indeed very hot. Countless ants crawled around in his heart, making him feel uneasy.
I went to the hospital again during the day and was given penicillin, but my temperature rose at night.
This went on for a week, the child was listless due to fever, and the adults were exhausted.
"Hey, I can't cure this child. You have to go to a big hospital, go to another hospital."
The doctor is really helpless. What else can he do after using penicillin?
When Xiaojuan heard this, she felt dizzy and fell backwards. Fortunately, Dahua supported her from behind.
"Doctor, please save him, please!"
Xiaojuan was as thin and fragile as a piece of paper. Her heart was tied to Guoguo, and his discomfort was like a thorn that bound her tightly.
The doctor shook his head mercilessly and said, "I really can't cure it."
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