Chapter 52 This is the trump card and reliance
Xu Zhichun suppressed his joy, said a few words in a reserved manner, and then said goodbye and left.
One hundred taels of silver was a lot of money. It was what she deserved, and she felt very at ease with it. Adding to her accumulated wealth, she now had a total of more than two hundred and forty taels.
She knew very well how good potatoes and sweet potatoes were, so the other reward was already secured.
It makes me happy just thinking about it.
This is not the happiest thing. The happiest thing is that the county magistrate is really a good person. And through this incident, I have established a little relationship with the county magistrate, and I feel more at ease.
It would be best if you don’t need this relationship in your daily life. If you are really desperate, there is always a way out.
This is the trump card and reliance.
Xu Zhichun did not hide this matter from Zeng Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhuer, but asked them to keep it confidential.
There was no need to hide this kind of thing from others. She had originally obtained the sweet potatoes and potatoes from the warehouse space at the harbor. It was only right that she reported it to the government office and received the credit.
The reason why I don’t want to publicize it now is, firstly, it will take time to verify this matter before people can be convinced, and secondly, there is no need for it, it is better to have less trouble than more.
But there was no need to hide it from them, nor from Liang Lizheng.
Zeng Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhu'er were both shocked when they heard that Xu Zhichun was going to the yamen to report. Aunt Zhu'er was especially frightened. She never expected her to be so bold.
The two men were uneasy for a long time, and finally saw Xu Zhichun coming back, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Zhichun!"
"Sister-in-law Zhichun!"
How about it?
Xu Zhichun nodded and smiled at the two of them, and they immediately beamed with joy: "It's done! That's great!"
Although it was not their contribution, it is also the glory of the village.
Xu Zhichun offered to treat them to lunch again, which further cheered them up. The three of them chatted quietly, while Liang Mingliang, standing in the back, scratched his head, remaining composed. The three of them formed a small group, and he was used to it, anyway, being secretive.
In the evening, Liang Mingxuan came home from school. Xu Zhichun was about to tell him what happened today, but he found that the child looked red-faced and listless. Xu Zhichun was startled, "Mingxuan, are you sick?"
Liang Mingxuan was stunned. He had wanted to hide it from his sister-in-law and just endure it, but after being asked by his sister-in-law, he could no longer hide it. "I, I feel a little hot and painful in my head."
"Do you have a fever?"
Xu Zhichun was startled and hurriedly touched his forehead and face.
The touch startled her. "You really have a fever! Go lie down quickly. I'll make some medicine for you. I went up to the mountain to collect some common herbs, dried them, and have them stored away. I'll make it for you right away. Don't be afraid. If the medicine doesn't help after two days, we'll call a doctor."
"Thank you, sister-in-law."
Liang Mingxuan had been feeling unwell all day, and he had been holding on until now. But once he spoke out and received concern from his family, the sick boy immediately became fragile and could no longer hold on. Xu Zhichun helped him back to the bedroom and he lay down.
Xu Zhichun was a little nervous, but fortunately he had medicine on hand, so his nervousness was limited.
She didn't plan to see a doctor. How could the medicine prescribed by the doctor be as good as the medicine in her harbor warehouse space?
A child's fever was a serious matter; a misstep could damage their brain and render them idiots. While traditional Chinese medicine wasn't ineffective, its effects were erratic and difficult to control. She couldn't afford to gamble on something that relied on metaphysics.
She took out the fever-reducing drug Motrin from the warehouse space at the harbor, sighed at the orange-yellow liquid, checked the instructions, and measured ten milliliters with a small graduated measuring cup.
Thinking that this was a medicine tailored for modern people's physiques, and that the child's body might not be able to handle this dose of medicine for the ancients who had never used modern medicines, she poured some of it out, leaving only about six milliliters.
Xu Zhichun poured warm water into a small bowl, added a spoonful of brown sugar and stirred it, then poured the Merrill Lynch solution in, stirred it evenly, and brought it to Liang Mingxuan's lips.
"Come, Mingxuan, drink some brown sugar water. When you're sick, you should drink more sweet things to replenish your energy."
Liang Mingxuan's face was already flushed with fever at this time. When I helped him sit up halfway, I could feel the burning heat from his body even though I was close to him.
He closed his eyes without opening them, opened his mouth subconsciously, and drank the brown sugar water obediently from Xu Zhichun's hand.
After drinking Motrin, take something anti-inflammatory, like Pueraria lobata.
This is a Chinese patent medicine, and it looks black. When mixed with warm water, it is said to be homemade medicine.
Unpalatable? That’s right.
This is the original flavor of Chinese medicine.
The ancients seemed to have a much higher tolerance for the unpleasant taste of Chinese medicine. Liang Mingxuan only frowned slightly and drank the unpleasant Pueraria lobata in one go without feeling nauseous or anything.
Xu Zhichun fed him a few more sips of warm water, helped him lie down, and carefully covered him with a thin blanket.
Looking at his closed eyes, Xu Zhichun had an idea and took out an electronic forehead thermometer from the warehouse space in the harbor.
She was worried and decided to take the temperature to see what it was. She even wanted to put a fever patch on the child's forehead, but she didn't dare.
Fearing the child might suddenly open his eyes, Xu Zhichun covered his eyes with one hand and quickly used the forehead thermometer with the other hand to "beep!" on the spot where his forehead was almost touching his. While beeping, he deliberately spoke to cover up the sound. "You should have a good rest. Your sister-in-law will keep an eye on you tonight. Don't worry."
I looked at the temperature, wow, it was 39.7 degrees.
At this moment, Xu Zhichun was glad that she had so many medicines.
She took the child's outer robe and went out, intending to wash it for him in the evening.
Children always wash their own clothes, and Xu Zhichun also washes his own clothes. She feels embarrassed to ask him to wash her clothes.
But he was sick, so you could wash his outer robe yourself.
When Xu Zhichun took the clothes out, he suddenly found that there seemed to be something wrong with the clothes.
The hem of the clothes was obviously covered with a lot of mud, not dirt, but mud.
Xu Zhichun's heart sank, and he quickly opened the clothes, straightened them and took a closer look.
She was sure that a large area of the hem of the dress was covered with mud. The child must have washed it, but failed to wash it clean.
She looked at his shoes again and found traces of mud splashes on the edges and uppers of the shoes.
Even though it was scrubbed, it was still noticeable.
Was her child bullied in school?
This is what Xu Zhichun subconsciously thought of.
Otherwise it cannot be explained.
Her child is not a naughty one. He goes to school, not to the mountains or the fields. He will go home as soon as he gets out of school and will not go out to play around. It is impossible for his clothes and shoes to be messed up like this.
If the child was really bullied in school, she would never let it go.
The more Xu Zhichun thought about it, the angrier he became, and a little distressed. However, thinking of the child's current condition, he couldn't ask any questions, so he had to hold it in.
(End of this chapter)
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