The daily routine of wearing a book and abusing literature to cultivate a scholar and Xiaoxianggong

Chapter 132 New Year's Eve
Not long after the pirate leader Korokuro Tanaka was escorted back to his cell after the trial, Li Xiaodao was also escorted back to his residence by his brother, and he asked Cook Wang to guard her.

"I don't care if I can't cure it if I run out again," Li Xiaoxin said angrily.

"Your brother is right, you should rest more if you catch the wind and cold," Cook Wang also said earnestly.

Li Xiaodao huddled under the blanket and nodded obediently: "I promise... cough cough... I promise I won't go out again, brother, don't be angry..."

The matter is done, there is no need to go out anymore, the rest is to hope that the Gao Zongbing who will set off tomorrow will be able to wipe out the Japanese.

Li Xiaodao drank the medicine again before going to bed at night. Her throat would feel better after taking the medicine, but she still coughed at night. She was afraid that it would affect the rest of Mrs. Wang and sister-in-law Qi, so she tried her best not to cough, but it was a bit futile.

The next morning, sure enough, the cold was even worse.

Fortunately, he didn't have a fever, but he had the symptoms that Li Xiaodao was afraid of. This time, it seemed to develop into bronchitis like the previous cold.

Could it be that the physique of time-traveling is also the same as the self before time-traveling?She has suffered from bronchitis once in modern times, and if she catches a cold later, it will easily turn into bronchitis.

Diseases can be cured by taking antibiotics in modern times. I don’t know if they can be cured in ancient times.

She told her elder brother about her symptoms, but his elder brother only said that he knew it, and took his pulse again, without saying anything else.

As long as Li Xiaodao asks if it can be cured, Li Xiaoxin will answer that it can be cured, no matter how many times Li Xiaodao asks his brother, he will always say that, although I don't know if it is true or not, but it still sounds very comforting.

"Today is New Year's Eve..."

I don't know what's going on outside, but Li Xiaodao lying in the room can't feel the atmosphere of Chinese New Year.

In the morning, my elder brother and sister-in-law were not there, and Mrs. Wang originally wanted to stay in the room with Li Xiaodao, but Li Xiaodao was afraid that she would get infected if she stayed for a long time, so she asked her to chat with everyone in the opposite room, or take a walk nearby However, Mrs. Wang refused, but Li Xiaodao insisted.

Colds are contagious. She used to wear a mask whenever she caught a cold at work in the company. Now she can only cover her mouth and nose with a handkerchief when she coughs. The effect is definitely not as good as a mask.

Although he was lying on the hospital bed on New Year's Eve, Mr. Gao sent someone to deliver warm steamed buns just now, and he also sent someone to tell her that Mr. Gao had already completed her proposal yesterday, and now all the refugees in the city They all receive free buns at the bun shop.

Thinking of this, Li Xiaodao is still very happy. There is no New Year's Eve dinner, so let's eat hot buns anyway, let's make do with it. If we persist for a few more days, we will be able to go home, and it won't be too late to make up for the New Year's Eve dinner.

I just don't know if I can go back.

Thinking of this, she sighed softly again.

Lying alone on the bed with a lonely heart, Li Xiaodao tried his best to stand up, climbed to the side of the bed, pulled his small bamboo basket over, and then took out the paper tube containing the husband's love poems, and stuffed it into the bed.

This paper tube has been carried on her back, and whenever she misses her husband, she will hug this paper tube.

Sickness makes people feel more lonely. Li Xiaodao hugged the paper tube under the quilt and felt that it was not enough, so she sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, then took out the words of Xianggong, untied the tied red string, Slowly unfold the paper.

The familiar font came into view, it was handwritten by Xianggong himself, a love poem to her.

Li Xiaodao touched these words with his hands, recalling the sweet days with his husband before the Japanese invasion, as if it was just yesterday.

Who would have thought that after only seven or eight days, there would be so many accidents?

Xianggong's handwriting is so beautiful...the writing is so smooth, and the font is also beautiful, just like Xianggong himself, gentle and elegant, with a strong character, and occasionally a little stubborn.

Unknowingly, a drop of tears fell on the paper, Li Xiaodao hurriedly wiped it dry with his sleeve, then wiped his eyes, then carefully put away the words, rolled them up again, tied a red string, put them back into the paper tube, Cover tightly.

She lay back on the bed again, holding the paper tube tightly.

If the wind and cold really can't get better, with this picture accompanying him, it wouldn't be considered a lonely death, would it?Just as if my husband was by my side.

Thinking wildly, Li Xiaodao's tears welled up again unknowingly.

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Pei Zhiqi returned to Anzhou City to look for a wife on the morning of December 27th after delivering the letter. It has been the fourth day today.

In the past four days, he searched carefully, in the streets and alleys, in the sheds on the side of the road, in the places where the porridge was kept, in the shops, and in the deserted yards where the refugees lived. The person who can see the elder brother's house.

On the evening of New Year's Eve, Pei Zhiqi led his horse for a walk in Anzhou City with a sad expression.

He sighed softly.

Could it be that the lady didn't come to Anzhou City, but went to some remote mountain village to escape with her elder brother?

He had no way of knowing.

The provincial capital was suddenly attacked by Japanese invaders, and the whereabouts of the lady were unknown. Who would have thought that this year's New Year's Eve would be spent like this.

If you can't find your wife again, you can only wait until the Japanese riots in the provincial capital subside and go back home to wait.

The setting sun in the evening shone on the wide bluestone road in Anzhou City, and also shone on the scholar leading the horse. His back looked sad.

Gulu——I was so hungry that Pei Zhiqi remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since he ate this morning, and he was already hungry.

There was a scent, and there was a small stall selling buns not far away.

Since the cavalry sent by the imperial court repelled the Japanese pirates in Anzhou City, the merchants in Anzhou have gradually started to open their businesses, and these days have been relatively easy.

Pei Zhiqi led the horse to the bun stand, "Boss, I want three buns," he said.

"Okay!" The steamed stuffed bun stall owner skillfully picked up three steamed stuffed buns, put them on a small piece of oiled paper, and handed them to Pei Zhiqi.

When Pei Zhiqi took out the copper coin and handed it to the boss, the boss refused to accept it, "You don't need to pay for the steamed buns today! The state shepherd has already paid for it! Ha! Originally, one person could get two steamed buns for free, but today is New Year's Eve. Forget the money for a bun, no more! It’s not easy to come to the provincial capital, so let’s count it as our good deeds!”

Pei Zhiqi was puzzled and said, "No money? The state shepherd has already paid? What does this mean..."

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun stall replied with a smile: "I also heard it from someone. It was a gossip from the prison that Gao Zongbing who came from Wuzhou to fight Japanese pirates found a refugee from the provincial capital who could speak Japanese to help him. It is said that she is still a woman! This woman told Gao Zongbing that she wanted to buy hot buns for the big guy on New Year’s Eve out of her own pocket, but Gao Zongbing turned around and asked Master Zhou to pay the money. Haha, you said this woman Isn’t it serious? How courageous you are!”

The owner of the steamed stuffed bun stall was just talking about a new gossip on the street, but he didn't expect the scholar who bought the steamed stuffed bun to have such a surprised expression after hearing it.

"Boss? Seriously? Do you know where that woman is now?"

Pei Zhiqi remembered very clearly, chatting with the lady that night, the lady said that she could speak Japanese.

A woman who can speak Japanese, a refugee from the provincial capital, is kind-hearted, so courageous, after much deliberation, it is very likely that she is a lady.

"Look at you... Do you know this woman? I heard that she helped Zongbing Gao and negotiated terms to settle the whole family in the state government..."

Before the owner of the steamed bun stall could finish his sentence, the scholar stuffed the steamed stuffed bun into the bundle carried by the horse, got on his horse and left in a hurry.

　The other chapter will be posted later today ~ I was too busy yesterday to finish coding, I am really sorry ~
　　
　
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