8. Fever

When Wang Qian was sleeping, she was suddenly woken up by a voice. "Please pay attention, comrades, comrades, please pay attention. There will be a meeting in the team at six o'clock tonight. Please attend on time. Please attend the meeting at six o'clock."

She looked around blankly and didn't find anyone talking.

"Sister, don't be afraid, it's the mountainside broadcast to inform everyone of the meeting." Seeing that his sister was a little scared, Mingyuan whispered and comforted her.

I searched my memory and found that there was indeed such a thing. There was a tree on the hillside of the orchard that pressed two loudspeakers to broadcast the news.

"Oh, brother, shall we go too? Don't skip words. Wang Qian didn't know that there was no such information in her memory.

"Let's go if we want. There is no requirement for this, but adults must get it. If you are not in good health, don't go. I will accompany you at home." Nine-year-old Mingyuan comforted his sister with a small adult.

"Sister, don't sleep first. It's time to eat later. Let's sleep after dinner." Mingyuan dragged his sister out of the quilt.

Only then did Wang Qian find that her clothes had been taken off, so she was wearing autumn clothes and trousers. She guess her mother should have made it for her.

Looking up, I found that my father and brother had come back. The two of them were busy with brooms and cooking brooms on the ground. Wang Zhenhe tied a broom on his body, biting the rope in his mouth, and Mingcheng helped hand over the straw, and he went in.

Wang Qian quickly got up and put on her clothes. "Dad, when did you come back? Don't wake me up."

Wang Zhenhe put away the tail of the cooking stove and picked up his little daughter with a smile, "Tianqian told her father that his head still hurts?" When Wang Zhenhe came back, he saw the woman sleeping, so he touched the child's head, and the swelling still did not go away.

"Dad, it doesn't matter if my head hurts a little. I will definitely get better if I take medicine every day in the future." In order not to worry her parents, Wang Qian kindly told a little lie. Her head still hurt and she was dizzy. She felt that this should be the sequelae of concussion.

"Baby. It's time for us to have dinner. Dad and your mother have to go to a meeting.

Wang Qian nestled in her father's arms and watched her brother brush the corners of the broom with a kitchen knife. Zhang Lan and her daughter took the food into the inner room with a curtain. There was no table but to put it on the bed.

"The children are eating. This is the first meal in our new house. Come and eat quickly."

Zhang Lan's words were very appealing. The family quickly sat together and carefully picked up the vegetables for fear of falling on the kang and staining the new mat.

There is still no oil in a bowl of vegetables, but Wang Qian thinks it is more delicious than all delicious dishes, because there is a taste of love in it.

Zhang Lan's cooking is really delicious. Although there is no oil and no more seasonings, the cabbage stew is just right. It is moderately soft and hard, and it tastes good in the mouth.

"Mom, your cabbage stew is really delicious." Several children praised it.

The children were so happy that Zhang Lan's face also smiled.

"If it's delicious, you can eat more, and there will be more meat in the future. Mom will be happy." There is no scruples for the family to eat. It's not like at grandma's house. It has to be stuffy to eat, and if the chopsticks are served quickly, it won't be eaten.

Although a meal is very simple, the family eats extremely happily, which reminds Wang Qian of a sentence, affectionate drinking water, ruthless honey is not sweet, even if she suffers a little with such a family, it is a kind of happiness.

"Daughter-in-law, I met the captain in the afternoon and told him about the family situation. He promised that if our family didn't have enough food to eat, the production team could lend us some and return it at the end of the year."

When Zhang Lan heard the good news, she was really excited. "Zanhe, what you said is true. That's great. I'm still worried that I don't have enough food at home. I'm sure about his words, but we still have to save some food, otherwise it will be paid at the end of the year, and it will

"Yes, when the weather warms up, you can make some wild vegetables in the cake, which can also save some. By the way, I heard that you will use a machine to turn over the ground the day after tomorrow, which can also save some energy."

After dinner, the couple went to a meeting and left the four children at home. There was no light at home, and the oil lamp was still lit. In order to save some oil, the children can only lie in bed early, "Brother, do you think you can turn over some sweet potatoes or something?"

Mingcheng lay on the pillow and couldn't see the expression clearly. "It's terrible. Everyone went to stop potatoes and sweet potatoes after leaving the post in autumn. It is estimated that there should be few left in the field." Mingcheng's words is also well-founded. When the men and women in the village were released, the old and women in the Turn it over, how can there be nothing left?

"Brother, let's take the basket to have a look the day after tomorrow. If there is, we can take some, and we can add some food to the family. Without it, we can also be used as firewood."

"Um, my sister is right, brother. We will all go the day after tomorrow. Anyway, we are idle at home," Wang Xuan answered.

"Brother, don't you have class yet?" In Wang Qian's memory, all three children have gone to school, but they have not started classes since the autumn holiday.

"The teacher doesn't know where he went. We are also waiting for the notice. If we don't go to class, we won't go to class. We can still help the family do some work."

The four children talked and went to bed separately. When the two adults returned home after the meeting, the four children had fallen asleep obediently.

The next day, several other children got dressed, but Wang Qian was still sleeping drowsy.

"Sister, get up, the sun is about to dry her buttocks." Mingyuan wanted to ask her sister to get up for dinner. Although Wang Qian heard the little brother calling her, she couldn't open her eyes.

Seeing his sister's flushed cheeks, Mingyuan touched her forehead, which was very hot. "Mom, my sister has a fever."

Zhang Lan, who was cooking in the outside room, was shocked by his son's shout, and quickly put down the spoon in his hand and ran in.

Touching the child's forehead was really hot, "Mingcheng, your father went to pick up the water, please call him back quickly."

Mingcheng ran out, and Han soon called back to Zhenhe with a load of water, "Zhenghe, the child has a fever, so he has to go for an injection."

The couple knew that the child had not had a good rest since they came back from the hospital. It is estimated that the child suffered from a cold outside when they built the house yesterday.

Zhang Lan grabbed the clothes and put them on for the child. Wang Zhenhe ran to the medical point with his daughter in his arms, where there was a barefoot doctor in their brigade.

Fortunately, the place where they live is very close to the medical point, and they ran there in about ten minutes. "Lao Ye, the child has a fever, think of a way."

Ye Zhiqiu is the only barefoot doctor in his brigade. Anyone who has a headache comes to him to have a look.

Seeing that the couple were in a hurry, Lao Ye quickly came to look at the child in his arms.

"Zanhe, don't worry, I'll give the child an injection."

Soon Ye Zhiqiu gave Wang Qian an injection of gentamicin, "Zhenhe, didn't you take your child to the doctor yesterday? How can you have a fever today?"

"Don't mention Lao Ye, they all blame me." Wang Zhenhe told yesterday's incident with some chagrin.

Lao Ye kept shaking his head after hearing this, "Zhe, I've heard more or less about your family's affairs. Damn it's really hard to find."

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