In the evening, Yang Ruoqing once again accompanied Sun and others to deliver food to the villagers.

In addition to porridge at night, Sun also made fried pancakes in order to improve the food of the villagers.

It is a pancake made by kneading egg liquid and wheat flour together, adding oil in a large pot, and frying them in one pot.

The local dialect in this area is called oil cake.

Everyone drank porridge and chewed fried cakes, once again feeling grateful for the kindness and kindness of the Yang Huazhong family.

As usual, Yang Ruoqing did not see Widow Liu coming to get anything in the crowd, so she brought a bowl of porridge and a piece of fried cake to Widow Liu's tent.

This time, when she walked outside the tent, there was no sound of Widow Liu rushing inside.

When she entered the tent, she found Widow Liu lying sideways on the mat.

Face inward and back outward, as if asleep.

Yang Ruoqing called her softly, but no one responded.

So she put down the food in her hand and came to Widow Liu's side.

"Aunt?"

She shouted again and looked into her face.

Oops, Widow Liu's face turned red and the color of her lips changed.

"Aunt?"

Yang Ruoqing shouted again and quickly pulled Widow Liu over.

I touched her forehead and it was hot, as if she had touched a stove.

"There is water everywhere. The moisture must have entered the body, and I was anxious, so I had a high fever!"

After a moment of anxiety, Yang Ruoqing quickly calmed down.

She came outside the tent and shouted to Mrs. Sun: "Mom, one of you can come over and help, Aunt Mu's family is sick!"

"ah?"

Over there, when Mrs. Sun heard this, she quickly put down the ladle in her hand and left the matter of spreading the porridge to Mrs. Sun and Guihua. She and Bao Suyun hurried over here.

Along the way, many villagers were squatting and eating, and they all heard this.

Several women came over when they heard Yang Ruoqing calling for help.

But when I heard the last sentence, I hesitated.

Widow Liu is not popular in the village and does not interact with others. Everyone ostracizes her.

Later, her son Mu Zichuan strived for success and passed the exams of scholar and civil examination.

Some people in the village wanted to curry favor with Widow Liu, but their hot faces were turned into cold butts.

After doing this for a few times, everyone's thoughts faded away.

I don’t expect to be able to curry favor with you, but I don’t dare to exclude you anymore.

Widow Liu was still in the village with her doors and windows closed, isolated from the outside world.

Yang Ruoqing saw all these reactions of the women.

I couldn't help but sigh secretly in my heart, this Widow Liu is really not an ordinary failure in this regard!

"Qing'er, do you want us to help?"

After all, a woman still asked this way because of Yang Ruoqing's face.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "It's enough that my mother and fifth aunt are here. There's no need to trouble my aunt and sisters-in-law."

"Then, if there is anything we can do for you later, just give me your orders!"

"Well, okay!"

Inside the tent.

Mrs. Sun brought warm water and a clean handkerchief. Next to it, there was a small half pot of burnt knives left over from what Lao Suntou and the others drank yesterday.

Bao Suyun helped Widow Liu sit up, but Widow Liu kept burning, causing a layer of fire bubbles to appear on the corners of her mouth.

Yang Ruoqing washed her hands and walked over, saying to Sun and Bao Suyun: "I have to help her lower the fever first, and then use medicine."

"Okay, Qing'er, just do whatever you want to do, and I'll help you!" said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and tried her best.

She used all the physical cooling methods that she was familiar with and used regularly on Widow Liu.

After a lot of busy work...

Yang Ruoqing was so tired that she was sweating profusely.

As for Widow Liu, the redness on her face has obviously faded.

I touched her forehead. Although it was still burning, it was much better than before.

"Mom, help Aunt Mu change into clean clothes, and I'll go make some medicine," Yang Ruoqing said.

"well!"

…

Dusk fell.

In the large and small tents near the Tutu Temple, everyone got in and covered their heads to sleep.

The family is gone and there is no way to grab food or anything else, let alone tung oil lamps?

Everyone is sleeping in the dark...

There was light coming from a small tent at the top.

Widow Liu has woken up and is sitting leaning against the bamboo basket in Muzichuan.

After suffering from a high fever, her cheeks looked thinner.

At this time, she was looking directly at the girl holding the medicine bowl in front of her.

She holds the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other.

He scooped up a spoonful of the yellow-brown and bitter medicinal soup, and then blew it gently on his lips a few times.

It was just sent over.

"Auntie, take the medicine."

The soft and pleasant sound makes people's hearts feel warm and comfortable.

Widow Liu made a mistake and actually opened her mouth to take a spoonful of medicine.

So bitter, so bitter!

It was so painful that Widow Liu came back to her senses instantly.

The second spoonful of medicine came to her, but Widow Liu did not pick it up.

"I never wanted to see you in the past, and I still wanted to go to your house to break off the engagement. Why do you still treat me well?"

Widow Liu asked, her vocal cords were a bit hoarse after a high fever.

It made her look particularly weak and haggard.

Yang Ruoqing's hand holding the spoon paused.

Immediately, she raised her lips and said, "Do you want to know the reason? Then drink this bowl of medicine first. After you drink it, I will tell you."

Widow Liu was startled.

She saw a hint of cunning in the bright eyes of the girl in front of her.

She knew this was another trick.

There was a faint arc at the corner of Widow Liu's lips.

He nodded and reached some kind of agreement.

Yang Ruoqing was very surprised by this. She thought it would take a lot of effort to coax this pretentious woman to take the medicine. Unexpectedly, she even cooperated once. Not bad!

A bowl of medicine quickly went into Widow Liu's stomach.

Widow Liu looked at Yang Ruoqing: "Now, can you say it?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows: "What do you want me to say? What do you want to hear?"

Widow Liu frowned: "Why do you want to be so nice to someone who doesn't like you?"

she asked again.

When the flood came, everyone was running for their lives.

At that time, she tripped over something under the water and couldn't get up.

There were villagers passing by, but I don't know if they didn't see them, or if they did, they just didn't pay attention to them.

In short, that villager ran away.

At that moment, she was lying alone in the water, and when she saw the water level covering her body little by little, she felt like dying.

But thinking of her son who was far away in the capital, she was reluctant to die.

My son has a hard life and has been without a father since he was a child.

If her mother dies, her son will really have no family.

She wants to live!

So, she struggled in the water and desperately called for help.

At this time, Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo came over in a small boat.

She was picked up on the boat and finally moved to this place. Yang Huazhong and others helped her set up a tent.
Chapter completed!