When the pears are green

Chapter 107 Wind and Cold

The sleeping Song Li felt like she was traveling back and forth between the equator and the poles. Sometimes she was sweating all over, and sometimes she was shivering with cold.

Song Li instinctively snuggled into Jiang Qingzhou's arms. Jiang Qingzhou reached out and touched her hot body, then hurriedly sat up in the dark.

"Don't panic, don't panic." Jiang Qingzhou muttered to himself. He found the lighter and lit the oil lamp. He moved closer and saw that Song Li looked painful and sweat was coming out of his forehead.

Jiang Qingzhou got out of bed in a hurry. He went to the kitchen to fill the pot with water, lit a fire in the stove, filled it with wood, let it burn on its own, and then hurried to the east room.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Li, wake up quickly, you have a fever." Jiang Qingzhou wiped the sweat from Song Li's forehead with a handkerchief with one hand and shook Song Li with the other hand.

When Song Li heard Jiang Qingzhou's voice, she tried hard to open her eyes and told Jiang Qingzhou that she wanted to drink water.

"Xiao Li, wait a moment. I've boiled some water. You can drink it when it boils." Jiang Qingzhou coaxed Song Li in a low voice. He reached out and touched Song Li's back and found that Song Li's pajamas were completely wet.

Jiang Qingzhou quickly let go of Song Li. He went to the closet where Song Li usually kept her clothes and took out a clean set of pajamas for Song Li to change into.

Song Li felt like her throat was already smoking. She stuck out her tongue and licked her dry red lips, shouting, "Water, water, water..."

Jiang Qingzhou went to the kitchen again. The water in the kitchen had not boiled yet, so he poured a bowl of cold water for Song Li first.

Jiang Qingzhou sat at the head of the bed and helped Song Li up, letting her lean on his arms, then whispered, "Be good, the hot water hasn't boiled yet, drink some cold water first." He put the bowl to Song Li's mouth, and Song Li lowered her head and took a few sips. Although it was very cold, it made her throat feel much more comfortable.

Song Li looked back at Jiang Qingzhou who was worried about her. She told Jiang Qingzhou in a hoarse voice: "Qingzhou, I haven't had a fever since I came here. I thought it would be the same this time. If I had known, I would have gone to the medicine store with you this afternoon."

Jiang Qingzhou hurriedly stopped Song Li and told her not to talk for the time being. After she drank the hot water, he would take her to the pharmacy to see a doctor.

Song Li looked through the window at the dark night. She shook her head and said, "It's late at night. Let's wait until dawn. I'm in pain all over now. I don't want to move."

Jiang Qingzhou saw that Song Li was in good spirits, and he didn't want to bother her at night, so he promised her to go early tomorrow morning. He went to the kitchen again, and the water was already boiling.

"Xiao Li, the water is not hot anymore, drink it first." Jiang Qingzhou brought the bowl to the mouth of the half-lying Song Li, and Song Li slowly drank it.

After Song Li finished drinking the water, Jiang Qingzhou blushed and kept wiping Song Li's body with hot water. Song Li's body temperature slowly dropped.

"Xiao Li, are you feeling better?" Jiang Qingzhou asked again and again worriedly.

Song Li nodded, she rested her head on Jiang Qingzhou's legs, and begged Jiang Qingzhou to sing for her.

"When I was sick before, my mother would sing to comfort me."

"But I can't."

"I'll teach you, okay?"

Jiang Qingzhou nodded.

"My little baby, go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep quickly, you are my good baby...that's it."

"Are you sure, Pear?"

Song Li nodded with a sincere look in her eyes. Jiang Qingzhou had no choice but to sing according to the tune Song Li taught him.

"It has to be this way." Song Li said, then took Jiang Qingzhou's hand and patted her back.

Jiang Qingzhou patted Song Li's back with one hand, stroked Song Li's hair with the other, hummed a ballad, and slowly coaxed Song Li to sleep again.

Jiang Qingzhou was yawning and kept touching Song Li's forehead with his hand. He didn't dare to fall asleep for fear that Song Li would suddenly have a fever again.

Fortunately, Song Li has never had a fever again since her fever subsided.

At dawn the next day, Jiang Qingzhou went to the west room to wake up Jiang Qingye. After giving him a few instructions, he took Song Li to the town's pharmacy for medical treatment.

"It's nothing serious. The young lady probably caught a cold. She'll be fine once the fever goes down. Be careful next time and don't be blown by the wind when you're sweating. Also, the young lady has a lot of coldness in her body. Remember to sunbathe your back during the dog days of summer and keep warm during the coldest days of winter. Otherwise, you'll suffer a great punishment in the future." The white-haired old man took Song Li's pulse and told Jiang Qingzhou beside him.

Jiang Qingzhou hurriedly thanked the old man, and then took out three coins and handed them to the old man. The old man asked him to take Song Li home, rest for a few days, and not do heavy work.

After returning home, Jiang Qingye and Song Xing had already prepared breakfast. The two of them surrounded Song Li and kept asking what the doctor said.

"The doctor said everything will be fine once the fever goes down. Let's go eat." Song Li answered them with a smile.

Song Li felt bored, so she simply ate a few bites and put down her bowl and chopsticks.

Jiang Qingzhou walked up to Song Li and touched her forehead, then asked with concern, "Xiao Li, why don't you eat anymore?"

Jiang Qingye asked embarrassedly: "Sister-in-law, is my cooking too unpalatable?"

Song Li quickly shook her head and said that it was because her mouth felt bitter and she didn't want to eat. This would happen when she recovered from an illness and it would be better in a day or two.

Jiang Qingzhou asked Song Li to rest at home while he went to the riverbank to weed alone. He specifically told Song Li to wait for him to come back and cook.

Zhang Ying met Jiang Qingzhou who was out. She heard that Song Li was sick, so she came to visit Song Li at home.

"You have no appetite? Come, try this." After Zhang Ying said that, he took out a few green apricots from the small cloth bag in his hand and handed them to Song Li.

Song Li looked at these small green apricots and felt her mouth starting to sour. She handed the green apricots to Zhang Ying and told her that she couldn't eat them because they would taste very sour.

Zhang Ying picked one up at random, put it in his mouth and took a bite, then told Song Li with a smile that it was not sour at all.

Seeing this, Song Li also took one and took a bite, then frowned immediately. It was sour, but very appetizing.

A green apricot was eaten up quickly.

Zhang Ying watched Song Li's movements and asked hesitantly, "Sister-in-law, are you pregnant too?"

"What?" Song Li was a little confused.

Zhang Ying pointed at her belly, and Song Li finally understood what Zhang Ying meant by "pregnant".

Song Li hurriedly explained to Zhang Ying: "Second sister-in-law, I just went to the pharmacy this morning, and the doctor said that I caught a cold and my mouth was tasteless. It's normal to like sour and spicy food."

Zhang Ying was a little skeptical, but since Song Li said no, then there must be no.

Song Li heaved a sigh of relief when she saw Zhang Ying stop asking questions. The relationship between her and Jiang Qingzhou was still pure, and if it got out, it would be hard for her to explain to Jiang Qingzhou.

Zhang Ying was afraid that Song Li was tired, so she said a few more words and then went home.

Although Song Li felt unwell, she didn't want to go to sleep, so she took out her sewing basket and sat in the sun to continue sewing shoe soles.

At about noon, Jiang Qingzhou came back with a basket full of grass. He washed his hands, put the soles in Song Li's hands into the sewing basket, and asked, "Didn't I tell you to rest? What do you want to eat for lunch?"

Song Li raised her head and replied with a smile: "I'm bored, I want to eat steamed locust flowers."

Jiang Qingzhou touched Song Li's forehead again and felt a warm and cool feeling. He felt relieved and turned to go to the kitchen to cook.