Song Chun thought that he was dreaming and his sister was talking nonsense.
놛뀪 for that set of exquisite silver tableware. If it was pawned for fifty taels, it could be that the pawnshop gave it to him because of his exquisite craftsmanship.
But what did my sister just say about the crystal ball? Why did she give me five hundred taels?
What is a crystal ball? Is it so valuable?
If it is so valuable, people would buy ten ginsengs with it. Why would they give it to their sister just because of one ginseng?
Look at your brother's face, he looks like he believes you're lying.
Song Jinxiu had no choice but to repeat the old trick and let her brother see the white silver ingot.
Therefore, Song Chun turned into a devout believer and chanted "Amitabha" all night.
The medicine was changed again at night.
When he woke up the next day, Song Chun felt that his legs were much more comfortable.
After breakfast, he couldn't help but say, "My legs feel a little itchy, but not as uncomfortable anymore. Is the swelling gone?"
Yesterday, the swelling made my senses dull and my whole leg felt numb and swollen. Today, I felt like my legs had returned to me and I could feel bugs crawling on my skin. The feeling was particularly clear.
"Let me see," Song Jinxiu hurried over.
As she untied the white cloth, she explained, "The itching is probably because of the mud. I'll change the medicine for you."
"If you sleep during the day, we'll change the medicine and wrap it with cloth. Wrap it with cloth, and it won't be so itchy."
The white cloth was untied, and although the medicine was still applied, it was obvious that the swelling in the legs had subsided a lot.
"Brother, your legs seem to have gone down in swelling. Look, they are much thinner than yesterday."
Song Jinxiu gently scraped the medicinal mud on top with a bamboo stick. Seeing her brother's obviously thinner legs, Song Jinxiu breathed a sigh of relief.
Although it was expected, she finally felt relieved when she saw the effect.
Just then, the young doctor from yesterday came to check on him.
"Huh? The swelling went down so quickly? It's a miracle."
According to our experience, this person's leg will most likely have to be amputated. I didn't expect the swelling to go away.
놛 looked at Song Chun눃's legs raised up on the stool, and something moved in his mind, could it be because of the raised legs?
It seems that if you encounter this kind of injury in the future, you should also try this method of lifting.
놛 nodded and wrote down today's experience on a bamboo slip. I'll go back and discuss it with grandpa.
"Okay, okay, I'll increase the dosage of the external medicine today. I think I'll be able to recover tomorrow."
The young man was very excited. If they could save the child's legs, they would gain new experience.
놛 solemnly instructed the medicine boy: "Today's prescription is from before, and the medicine is from the big warehouse. Hurry up and reduce the swelling of 놛's leg, and get rid of the bone as soon as possible."
After hearing the young elder's words, the four brothers and sisters were very happy, and Song Chun even had tears in her eyes.
놛 was so excited that 놊뇾 had his limb amputated. Thank God that I am still a complete person.
After the elder brother left, Song Jinxiu fed her brother some anti-inflammatory medicine. She also showed her brother what the anti-inflammatory medicine looked like and stuffed it directly into his mouth while he was ready.
Song Chun was also used to being fed by his sister.
On the contrary, this medicine is also bitter. Take it if you are told to, and drink water if you are told to.
There was only enough medicinal mud left in the space for one session. Fortunately, the medicine prescribed by the young master this time was good and the dosage was sufficient. It also plays a certain role.
At noon, Song Jinxiu borrowed the stove from the clinic and stewed the chicken.
When the chicken soup was served, 께秋눃 drooled with greed.
But with five hundred taels as a backing, this time Song Chun smiled and said nothing. However, Song Jinxiu still noticed his secret swallowing of saliva.
She shook her head and laughed, her brother was still a child after all. No matter how hard you try to act like an adult, there will always be time for greed.
In fact, not to mention her brother, she herself was also greedy.
She had eaten roast duck and drank red wine the day before yesterday, so why was she so greedy?
Could it be that this body is too lacking in oil and water?
Song Jinxiu picked a chicken leg and said to her brother who was drooling, "Call me sister, or I won't let you eat it."
께秋눃 opened his mouth anxiously, but no sound came out.
The lady was silent. Did this child actually know how to pronounce it?
"Here, look at my mouth, big sis."
Song Jinxiu looked at 놛 and demonstrated to 놛. Song Chunbo and Song Jinfang also looked at their younger brother nervously.
께秋눃 looked at the chicken leg, then looked at Song Jinxiu, and finally uttered a hoarse voice, "Big Sister"
Hearing 놛's voice, the brother and sister smiled at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.
Just speak up. She thought the child was going to be autistic?
"Okay, that's great." Song Jinxiu smiled and scratched 놛's nose, then handed the bowl of chicken legs to 놛.
께秋눃 suddenly shook his head, pointed at his eldest brother and said, "Eat."
Then he pointed to another bowl and said, "I'll eat it."
Song Jinxiu asked in surprise: "Brother, are you going to give the chicken leg to me?"
"Yeah." 께秋눃뇾꺆 nodded.
My brother's leg was injured and I was very scared. I want my brother to get better soon.
Song Chun said quickly: "Brother, please eat. There is a lot of meat in my bowl."
"The meat in my brother's bowl is not meat, this is for my younger brother. My younger brother knows that Kong Rong gave up his pears. He is such a good boy."
Song Jinxiu touched 놛's head appreciatively.
This child looks like a big-headed doll. He must have been well-fed recently. He barely has any flesh on his body. Song Jinxiu feels a little distressed.
The guy was praised and pursed his lips, but he couldn't hold it together. In the end, he grinned and laughed secretly while eating the chicken leg.
Song Jinxiu smiled. This was what a young child looked like. In front of him, he looked like an old man, which made her feel uncomfortable.
"Sister, what is Kong Rong giving up his pears?"
Song Jinfang took a big bite of chicken and asked vaguely.
"Kong Rong, you are a polite boy just like my brother."
Song Jinxiu said this and nodded at her younger brother who was listening with his ears perked up.
Song Jinfang lowered her head and smiled secretly.
Song Jinxiu continued, "One day, Kong Rong's father bought some pears and picked the biggest pear for Kong Rong. Kong Rong shook his head, picked another the biggest pear and said, "I am the oldest, so I should eat the bigger pear. You can give your pear to me." ”
Look, is it the same as the younger brother asking his elder brother to eat chicken legs? ”
께秋눃 grinned, blinked his big eyes, and asked word by word: "Did Brother Kong Rong give it to you?"
The child held it in for a long time before finally uttering such a long sentence. Song Jinxiu was very pleased, but when she realized what her brother meant, she was speechless.
The child asked: Did Kong Rong's brother give the big pear to Kong Rong again?
That's all there is to the story of Kong Rong giving away his pears. We should learn from him the virtue of humility. What? Is there a need for a follow-up?
Glancing at the chicken leg in the guy's bowl, Song Jinxiu said quickly: "That's right, Brother Kong Rong is also a good man, brothers are friendly and respectful, and the family is harmonious."
It is said that Kong Rong's brother died for Kong Rong, how are you?
Song Jinfang looked admiring, "Sister, you really know a lot."
"That's right. Back then, I was...but I was beaten by grandma a lot for listening to my uncle's storytelling."
If she had seen her brother's inquiring eyes, she would have almost said that she had studied hard for ten years.
Song Chun was indeed surprised that his sister could speak so eloquently and what she said sounded very learned.
But then I figured it out.
Yes, every summer evening, Uncle 꺘 liked to sit under the sycamore tree at the entrance of the village and tell stories. When my legs and feet were better, I would also squeeze into the crowd to listen.
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