Chapter 172 You Almost Missed Me, Your Third Uncle
When Xu Yu entered the house again, the old man, who had been trying to stay awake, could no longer hold on and fell asleep.
Sang Zhixia had been guarding the house. When he saw Xu Yu and Xu Minghui carrying the old man on their backs enter the house one after another, he couldn't help but fall down on the stool and breathed a sigh of relief.
I'm finally back...
Sang Zhixia's eyelids drooped weakly, and he rubbed his face and said sullenly, "Where's the person you invited? Has he been seen by Grandfather? What did he say?"
Xu Minghui pursed his lips calmly.
After Xu Yu settled the old man, he pinched Sang Zhixia's cold earlobe.
"Leave this place to Xu Minghui. Come back with me to rest."
That means let’s go back to the house and talk about it.
Sang Zhixia glanced at Xu Minghui who had readily taken his place, grabbed the big hand extended by Xu Yu and stood up.
"Alright."
"Minghui, if you have any problems, just go to the back and call Uncle San. If that doesn't work, you can still..."
"Don't worry, sister-in-law. I know what's going on."
Sang Zhixia really couldn't bear it anymore.
She herself couldn't explain what was going on. Before Xu Yu came back, she was like a taut bowstring. The slightest movement would startle the most sensitive nerve in her heart, making her extremely tense.
The moment he saw Xu Yu, the silent tension disappeared invisibly, and even the invisible hair on his back was smoothed down by a transparent big hand.
Sang Zhixia was inexplicably certain that nothing would go wrong with Xu Yu around.
You can rest assured.
Sang Zhixia, who had finally relaxed, felt her eyelids drooping. Xu Yu held her hand like a child and half-pulled and half-supported her back to the west shed.
After the door was closed, Xu Yu used his hands to lay Sang Zhixia down on the soft bed, and gently helped her take off her outer clothes, shoes and socks.
Sang Zhixia struggled to open her eyelids and mumbled, "I think my grandfather's illness is very strange. Did the imperial physician you called say anything?"
"There are also medicinal residues... All the residues from the boiling process have been taken out and thrown away. They can't be touched at all. I don't know if there is anything strange in them..."
Sang Zhixia turned over while muttering, and looked at Xu Yu with a strange expression: "If the imperial physician can't see the problem, then am I just being suspicious and making trouble for no reason?"
"How come?"
Xu Yu's fingertips traced the dark circles under her eyes. He looked at her bloodshot pupils and said softly, "You're right to be suspicious after seeing the old lady interacting with the mysterious man late at night. This concerns Grandfather's health and safety, so caution is paramount."
"Don't worry, I'll investigate thoroughly. Tomorrow I'll bring back the medicine residue and take a look. I'll also investigate the origins and purpose of the person you mentioned. Everything will be fine."
Sang Zhixia was very confident in Xu Yu's work.
She was really exhausted, and muttered a few words incoherently. She found a comfortable position in Xu Yu's open arms and soon fell asleep.
Xu Yu lowered his head and placed a barely perceptible kiss on her hair.
"Don't be afraid..."
"I'll be fine..."
Perhaps because he finally expressed his greatest inner anxiety to someone he trusted, Sang Zhixia slept soundly for a rare time.
Although we didn't see her when she got up in the past, everyone in the family, big and small, knew that she had been very sleepy during this period. Even the noisy little ones strictly controlled the noise they made, determined to let her sleep well.
When Sang Zhixia woke up slowly, it was already past lunchtime.
In the yard, Uncle Xu was showing his shiny swollen hands to Xu Yu and Xu Minghui, his voice filled with tears.
"You don't know how painful that sting is!"
"What's infuriating is that if it only hurt at the time, who knew how difficult it would be afterwards?"
Uncle Xu made a difficult movement, unable to stuff his swollen hand into his sleeve under the strange looks of Xu Yu and Xu Minghui. He took a breath and his face contorted, "It's red, swollen, painful, and itchy. The slightest scratch breaks the skin, and the broken skin is burning with pain. It's almost killing me!"
"If it weren't for Miss Xia who specially asked someone to buy me some soothing ointment, you wouldn't be able to see me, Third Uncle, when you come back..."
Xu Yu glanced around, his expression subtle, "Did Zhizhi have someone trap the parasitic wasps we attracted on the ridge?"
Uncle Xu's face was full of resentment: "What can I say?"
"We only found three nests on the mountain that day. After a lot of effort, we finally pinned down the queen bee. Only one nest remained in the beehives we had built. The other two had run away."
"Miss Xia said these weren't enough. They've had people searching in the mountains these past few days, and it seems they've brought back a few more nests."
As for how many nests there are, Uncle Xu really doesn't have the energy to care about it.
He didn't even want to listen now.
After a night of trance, Xu Minghui had regained his composure. He put his fist to his mouth and coughed, suppressing a laugh as he said, "This sin is unbearable. Uncle San, please be careful when you go to the fields next time."
If nothing else, at least you must not be impatient.
Uncle Xu kept sighing, regretting that it was too late. Sang Zhixia listened to what he said and tried hard to suppress the corners of her mouth that were raised.
Aunt Xu, who was sewing in the yard, saw her and said quickly, "Xia Xia, the food I left for you is warming in the pot. Remember to eat before going to the fields."
Sang Zhixia touched her nose and agreed. Before eating, she went into the house to take a look at the old man.
The old man had a rare good night's sleep last night. Although his complexion still didn't look very good, his spirit made Sang Zhixia feel more at ease.
The imperial physician said it's fine, so I guess it really is fine, right?
The old man waved his hand and sent her out to fill her stomach. Xu Yanran and Xu Jinxi were already running back and forth to set up the small dining table for her.
The old man is sick, and the food at home is very simple.
A few warm white flour buns, a bowl of rice porridge with chopped vegetables and two plates of pickles.
Xu Jinxi, who was one year older, carefully aligned the ends of her chopsticks and called out crisply, "Sister-in-law, eat!"
Sang Zhixia smiled and rubbed her head, then walked over and sat down, holding up her bowl and motioning towards Uncle Xu and the others, "Uncle, would you like to eat some more?"
Uncle Xu waved his hands repeatedly: "We have all eaten, but you are still hungry."
After he finished speaking, he pulled Xu Yu and Xu Minghui to talk about his miserable experience of being besieged, and everyone in the yard laughed softly.
After dinner, Sang Zhixia was about to go for a walk in the fields. Xu Yu stood up and followed her naturally.
Xu Yanran and Xu Jinxi followed out with small baskets, happily picking wild flowers that they couldn't name.
Upon learning that Xu Mingyang and Xu Mingxu had gone early to dig herbs for the old man to soak in water, Sang Zhixia couldn't help but say, "These little ones are really capable, each one more obedient than the other."
Everyone knew that the old man at home was ill and they couldn't add to the trouble. Whether it was Xu Mingyang, who was never good at studying, or Xu Mingxu, who didn't know much, they were doing what they could to try to share the worries of the adults at home.
Xu Yanran watched by the stove for a long time. Now she can reach the stove by standing on a small stool and can also roll up her sleeves and wave the spatula a few times.
Xu Jinxi is the youngest, but his short legs keep him busy all day long.
Not to mention how much help it has provided, just watching it makes it feel lively.
Xu Yu glanced at her sideways and said with a smile, "You're still more powerful."
He never hesitated to praise Sang Zhixia, but Sang Zhixia was a little amused after hearing it: "What does it have to do with me?"
"You teach well."
The little ones are not very old. They were the treasures of their elders at home. They are spoiled and arrogant, and have countless small faults. They cannot be said to be bad, but raising them is definitely a lot of worry.
However, children are like that, and none of them are really bad.
After following Sang Zhixia for a while, their small bodies like bean sprouts didn't grow much, but they all gained abilities.
The little baby, who had been beaten, now had a vitality bursting out from within like a sapling, which made people happy to see it.
Sang Zhixia didn't think the credit was hers, and blinked in a helpless manner.
Xu Yu stretched out his fingers that were hanging at his side, hooked them around her pinky and squeezed them affectionately: "You are very good, better than anyone else."
"Those little ones will not grow bad if they are close to you."
As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Do you like children?"
"I'm not that old, but I'm pretty good at raising children."
"With these little ones to practice with, I think it won't be that hard to raise my own children in the future."
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