Hearing Bao'er's words, the village head immediately understood, and hurriedly called his wife to boil boiling water and bring it up. He wiped the bench with his sleeves, and beckoned them to sit down.

This summer, Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo went to the farms in the outskirts to teach the people how to interplant crops. The harvest was much better than before. Not only the problem of food and clothing was easily solved, but there was also a surplus.

Although the village chief didn't guess the identities of the two, but looking at the words and deeds of Chu Yunyao and Bao'er, he thought that the status of the two should not be low, and they must be close people who can meet Young Master Mo.

He also heard that the two came all the way from the ridge of the field. The village head did not dare to hide it, so he explained the situation clearly: "Only the wheat of the two families was not planted in time, and the male laborer in the family fell ill. The cow died again, hey, it was a natural and man-made disaster.

The other one is delicious and lazy, and doesn't want to do more.

This year's harvest is much better than previous years, and the weather is good, with a bumper harvest of grain, wheat and beans.

The higher-ups issued an order that the fish and shrimps in the river are not allowed to fish during the breeding season, and some people came to teach us aquaculture, and the days are getting more and more prosperous..."

Chu Yunyao roughly heard about these situations, so she stood up: "Which family is it that the cow died and the man fell ill again? Take us to have a look."

The village head took the two of them to the end of the village, stood in front of a low thatched hut and pushed the half-hidden wooden door. There was a sound of vomiting coming from inside. Kai, "Ajie, someone is here to see you."

The person called Ajie poked his head out of the mosquito net, clutching his lips and wanting to vomit again.

There was a wooden basin under the bed, which contained vomited filth and a foul smell.

The village head turned around and looked at the two people behind him in a daze, "His mother-in-law was sick all year round and passed away this summer. The child went to the field with the old man. He was very sick alone, and there was nothing he could do to deal with it." .”

The village chief hurriedly opened the window to dissipate the smell in the house.

Chu Yunyao looked around the thatched cottage, strode to the edge of the bed, sat down, and stretched out her hand: "I'll take your pulse."

The man named Ajie: "..."

Seeing him in a daze, the village chief hurriedly removed the wooden basin beside the bed so as not to smoke the two of them, and hurriedly said: "This is someone sent by Mr. Mo. Let him check his pulse before dragging it on. Maybe I can't bear it anymore.

If you are gone, what will your son do? "

Ajie's eyes turned red, and he stretched out his skinny hands from the quilt, and put them in front of Chu Yunyao.

Chu Yunyao put her warm fingertips on his pulse and asked, "How long have you been sick?"

"It's been almost half a month. Since my cattle died, I have been sick. It has been dragging on until today, and it has become more and more serious. It seems to be better after eating a few days ago, but today, I can't even get up. It's cured..." He finished speaking intermittently, and asked, "Can I still be cured of my illness?"

"Did the doctor come and see?"

"I've seen it. At the beginning, I said I had a cold and a cold. After taking some medicine, I got better..."

The village chief sighed, and interjected: "The old cow's lifespan is up, and it will die when it dies. You guarded it for nothing in the rain all night, and now you almost paid for it yourself. Why bother?

Why! "

The corners of Ajie's lips groaned: "The only cow left in my family is worth some money. Without the cow, what will I do with the farm work in the field?"

Chu Yunyao withdrew her hand: "Your wind-cold has been cured by taking medicine, but then you got sick again. It's not illness, it's poisoning..."

"Poisoned?"

"Um!"