Chapter 129

"Cheng, I'll thank you for grandma first," Chen Qingxuan said, handing another package to ah Chou, which was a bit awkward. "Here is some brown sugar, red dates and ginger. You usually eat more red dates. Then In those days when I was not comfortable, I would make ginger soup and brown sugar tea to drink. "

"Oh," said ah Chou, blushing and lowering her head. She took the package from Chen Qingxuan and whispered, "thank you, Mr. Chen."

"That's fine. I'll go down the mountain if I'm ok." Chen Qingxuan way.

"OK, let's go." Ah Cho is very busy.

Chen Qingxuan waved at him, then turned and went down the mountain.

A Chou looks at Chen Qingxuan's back and blames himself a little. She has to invite others to come in for a cup of tea when she goes up the mountain to give herself embroidery work and supplements. However, Zhong Mingwei is inconvenient, and he is choking badly

By the way!

Zhong Mingwei is still holding it!

The next second, ah Chou shut the door with a "bang" and ran towards the room with his pack.

Zhong Mingwei also quickly closed the window and went back to the original position. As soon as he was seated, ah Chou rushed in and breathlessly put his bundle on the Kang. At the same time, he came to help Zhong Mingwei: "hurry up, I'll help you down, don't hold it up..."

"I really don't want to." Zhong Mingwei is speechless. How can this girl hold on to one thing every time?

"Really not?" Ah Chou looked at Zhong Mingwei with a puzzled face, and saw that Zhong Mingwei really didn't mean that, so he was relieved. Then he sat down and suddenly looked at Zhong Mingwei with his head askew for a while. "No, why don't you want to be convenient for so long? Is it constipation? I'll go down the mountain and buy you some senna leaves? "

Zhong Mingwei's mouth was twitching: "..."

"Oh, oh, you have the right to think that I didn't say anything," ah Chou said to himself. He was too busy to make up. "I really didn't say anything. You didn't hear anything!"

Zhong Mingwei silently inhaled and exhaled. He told himself again and again not to be angry.

"What's the head here?" Without waiting for ah Chou to speak again, Zhong Mingwei hurriedly shifted the topic, pointed to the burden and asked ah Chou, "what did the Chen send you?"

"Oh, it's grandma Chen who did the embroidery work for me. Grandma Chen didn't have the time to climb the mountain to send it to Mr. Chen," ah Chou said, cheering to Zhong Mingwei. "Grandma Chen did a big job for me this time. This time, she can earn at least four silver coins. We've got the money for firewood and rice noodles this winter!"

"Oh." Zhong Mingwei silently, glancing at that not a small burden, originally a sour heart, this time is full of heartache and falling.

"Still eating?" A Chou looks at the leftover food on the small table and hesitates to ask Zhong Mingwei.

"I don't want to eat any more," said Zhong Mingwei, adding, "keep the next meal."

"Well." A Chou was so busy that he agreed. She was a little happy. There was still a lot of soup left. So she poured it directly. She couldn't bear it. It's hard for Zhong Mingwei not to abandon it.

Now ah Chou put away the dishes and took them out to wash.

Zhong Mingwei is not interested in sitting on the Kang. He looks at the two packages around him, reaches for them and unlocks them. One package is full of needles and thread. He is dizzy when he looks at it, while the other package

Zhong Mingwei looked at the brown sugar, ginger and jujube inside, and the whole person was stunned. He looked at the bag of brown sugar, then suddenly turned around, looked at the girl who was puckering out of the window and washing dishes by the well. What ah Chou said before suddenly echoed in his mind

"That Mr. Chen still knows medical skills. You can keep your pulse. If you are not comfortable in the future, you don't have to go all the way to the market to ask for a doctor. Just go down the mountain and ask Mr. Chen."

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Zhong Mingwei's fingers trembled and tied the bundle again. He sat on the Kang, staring straight at the red powder pillow at the head of the bed. For a while, his hands in his sleeves clenched into fists.