Nongmen Xianggong is a koi

Chapter 93 Fever
Seeing Jiang Mixia coming back, Jiang Chunyu hurriedly greeted her, "Sixth sister, you are back."

"You are waiting here for me so anxiously, do you want to ask what good things I brought you?" Jiang Mixia asked with a smile.

"Really not." Jiang Chunyu shook his head like a rattle, and stretched out his hand to tug at Jiang Mixia's sleeve, "Sixth Sister, go to the workshop to see Sixth Sister-in-law..."

Little son-in-law?
Jiang Mixia was taken aback, "What happened to your sixth brother-in-law?"

"It's hard to say..." Jiang Chunyu's face was full of confusion, "Anyway, Sixth Sister will find out after going to see it."

Jiang Mixia didn't care about other things, and followed Jiang Chunyu to the bamboo weaving workshop. After running all the way to the workshop, she saw Song Jingyun weaving waterproof bamboo boxes in the yard of the workshop.

The speed of his hands was fast, and the bamboo strips flew up and down under his hands. When the speed was fast, it seemed that he could see the tragic afterimages left by the bamboo strips.

Moreover, Song Jingyun was so focused that he didn't seem to hear the noise around him, even Jiang Mixia didn't notice when he entered the yard.

"It seems to be okay." Jiang Mixia looked Song Jingyun over and over again, but he didn't see anything wrong.

This is also the case when the little son-in-law weaves baskets.

"However, Jing Yun has been weaving here for one and a half hours..." Jiang Youcheng said, "After lunch at noon, when you go to the town, he will come to the workshop and start weaving baskets. I didn’t drink water, I didn’t even go to the latrine, and I didn’t stop.”

For three hours, we have been weaving baskets without stopping?
Jiang Mixia herself was startled, walked up to Song Jingyun, and reached for the half-woven bamboo basket in his hand, "No more weaving, take a break."

Song Jingyun was stunned for a while with his hands frozen in the air, and when he looked up and saw it was Jiang Mixia, he immediately regained his spirits, "The lady is back."

Jiang Mixia didn't reply to his words, but just took his hand to look at it.

Because we have been weaving baskets here for a long time, even though the palms of Song Jingyun’s palms and fingers are still wearing the one-sided gloves specially designed by Jiang Mixia for the workers in the bamboo weaving workshop to prevent the palms from being worn out or scratched during work. It's all red.

I have communicated with Song Jingyun before, making money must be moderate and not too tiring, but now he is still working so hard and doesn't pay attention to his health.

In order to eat something greedy, as for it?
What's more, the family is not short of money now!

Jiang Mixia's heart was filled with anger, and when she spoke to Song Jingyun, she was full of questions, "What are you doing?"

"What are you doing?" Song Jingyun was a little dazed when asked, and seeing the obvious anger on Jiang Mixia's face, she became more and more timid, "I didn't do anything, I was just making boxes..."

Afraid that he might not be able to explain clearly, he added, "Just the batch of water-proof boxes I ordered from the tea garden, there are still some left, and I'm making this up."

"I know." Jiang Mixia said, "I'm asking you, why have you been weaving non-stop for more than an hour, and your hands are worn out like this, and you don't know how to take a break?"

"Ah?" Song Jingyun looked up at Tian'er, and was surprised when he saw that the sun had indeed set, "Is it already this late?"

"I really didn't pay attention... I just wanted to compile these things quickly and deliver them earlier, so I kept editing and editing, and then you came back..."

Jiang Mixia, "..."

Is it because you are too focused?
"Then why didn't you move when we called you?" Jiang Youcheng asked puzzled.

During the period, he saw Song Jingyun making boxes here, and he called out twice, but Song Jingyun didn't respond at all.

Jiang Youcheng originally wanted to take the things away from him directly and force him to take a break, but he also thought that Jiang Mixia had explained before that if Song Jingyun did something out of the ordinary when she was not around, he must not stop him forcibly , to wait for her to come back to deal with.

So Jiang Youcheng didn't dare to take any action, so he just sent Jiang Chunyu to wait at the entrance of the village, and as soon as he saw Jiang Mixia, he quickly asked her to come to the workshop to have a look at Song Jingyun.

"Have you ever called me?" Song Jingyun looked at Jiang Youcheng in a daze.

Jiang Youcheng, "..."

He yelled, twice.

But now that Song Jingyun has nothing to do, it doesn't matter whether he yelled or not.

It was Jiang Mixia who felt that something was wrong.

Song Jingyun is quick to learn and is serious enough to be able to concentrate on everything.

But working so busy for three hours in a row, this concentration is a bit too much...

Jiang Mixia thought so, and reached out to touch Song Jingyun's forehead.

very hot.

"I've got a fever." Jiang Mixia said, "No wonder you're feeling bored, so go home and have a rest."

It's so hot, you have to do some physical cooling first.

"I'll go to Dayangshu Village to ask for a doctor." Jiang Chunyu volunteered.

The porcelain kiln has been busy for many days, and Zhu Yongwu can't bear it anymore, so he will take a day off today, and Jiang Chunyu has nothing else to do today.

"Go and come back quickly, and tell Dr. Yang that your sixth brother-in-law has a high fever." Jiang Youcheng warned.

"Don't worry, I'll go right away." Jiang Chunyu put down his words and disappeared.

Jiang Mixia took Song Jingyun home.

The little son-in-law, who had a high fever, didn't blush at all, but when he walked, his steps were a little sloppy and he looked a little weak.

Jiang Mixia helped him into the house, tidied the bed, and let him lie down.

I went to get a basin of warm water again, soaked the towel, and put it on his forehead when he was sick, and then dipped the towel in the water to help him wipe Jiang's neck and under his armpits to physically cool down.

Song Jingyun cooperated obediently, raising his arms when asked to raise his arms, and raising his neck when asked to raise his neck.

When Jiang Mixia wiped his neck for him, he could feel the slight burning sensation when he breathed out.

Fever in adults is a particularly uncomfortable thing.

Today, the little son-in-law was weaving baskets non-stop, and I guess it was very uncomfortable, but it was the first time he experienced this kind of situation, and he didn't know what to do, so he had to use mechanical repetitive movements to relieve the discomfort of his body.

Most fevers have warning signs, but she didn't notice it. It can be seen that as a lady, she didn't care enough about her husband-in-law. At first, she even misunderstood that he kept working because of greed.

Jiang Mixia felt quite guilty in her heart.

"How do you feel now, where is it uncomfortable?"

"Head is a bit heavy." Song Jingyun pointed to his head, "It feels like it has grown bigger, and I feel a little chilly, and my throat hurts."

It seems to be a typical symptom of a cold.

"Do you want to cough? Do you feel uncomfortable here?" Jiang Mixia pointed to the position of his chest, "What about other places, do you feel any different from usual?"

"No, I didn't feel uncomfortable." Song Jingyun replied truthfully, "I didn't feel uncomfortable elsewhere either."

Seeing this, Jiang Mixia felt a little relieved.

Judging from Song Jingyun's condition, it should not be a fever caused by other diseases, it should be a common cold, but the specific situation still has to wait for Dr. Yang to see the doctor.

　Ah, today is the last day of July. I hope that the little cuties in August will go well and their wishes will come true. I also hope that as the author, I can write like a fountain and write diligently~
　　
　
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