Yang Ruoqing was stunned, and then asked Old Yangtou with a smile: "What's going on? Don't sick people deserve more care? Why are they still being punished?"

His eyes immediately swept over Yang Huazhong's face. His face was indeed sallow and listless, his nose was red, and his lips were surrounded by white.

This is a cold!

It looks pretty serious!

"What's wrong with my dad? Why is he so sick?"

Yang Ruoqing wanted to go up and take a closer look, but Yang Huazhong, who was drinking medicine, quickly raised his hand and waved to her: "Don't come over, don't come over, just stand there and talk, my coldness will spread to others."

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing stood there and went to guard Sun next to Yang Huazhong.

Sun smiled and said, "I'm not afraid."

Yang Ruoqing also smiled, "I'm in good health, so I'm not afraid."

She had just come back from the hell gate, and all the skills flowing through her body were the skills passed down by Luo Fengtang. Those skills were flowing in her body like magma. She can guarantee that, in the words of the medical field, her body immunity is now so strong that she could catch a cold.

The virus is not aggressive to her at all.

Yang Ruoqing went straight to the bedside, making Yang Huazhong and Sun anxious.

Yang Huazhong hid in the bed, pulled up the quilt and covered his mouth and nose, fearing that Yang Ruoqing would get sick.

Mrs. Sun even held the medicine bowl and freed up her other hand to drive away Yang Ruoqing: "Why are you so disobedient? I told you not to come over but you have to come over. How can you cure the illness later? You still have two children."

I have a baby to take care of, and it will be even more troublesome if the illness spreads to the child..."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Mom, I won't do it if I say I won't, don't worry!"

"Besides, if the illness is passed on to me, why can't it be passed on to you? Does the illness have eyes that can recognize people?"

These words made everyone in the room laugh.

Old Yangtou, who was drinking tea, almost choked because of it.

He pointed at Yang Ruoqing and said: "This guy, ten people can't argue with her."

Yang Ruoqing also smiled, took the medicine bowl from Sun's hand, and sat sideways on the bedside, "Dad, come here obediently, and let me take care of you taking medicine."

In this tone, the hierarchy of generations was completely reversed, as if Yang Huazhong was a child and she was an elder.

Yang Huazhong smiled, "This girl..."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, scooped up the medicinal soup and brought it to Yang Huazhong's mouth. Yang Huazhong couldn't avoid it, so he had to drink it.

"Dad, is it bitter?"

"Not bitter."

Not only is it not bitter, it is also sweet.

The wrinkles in the corners of Yang Huazhong's eyes were filled with relief.

My daughter wears a little cotton-padded jacket that fits her snugly and warms her heart.

"The medicine you gave me, even if it tastes bitter and spicy, is still sweeter than honey in your father's mouth." Old Yangtou said again.

Yang Huazhong smiled and acquiesced.

Yang Ruoqing also raised the corners of her lips and continued to feed Yang Huazhong the medicine.

Mrs. Sun stood aside and watched with joy in her eyes. The melancholy and melancholy caused by Yang Huazhong's illness were diluted a lot.

"Mom, why is my father sick? Is he greedy for cold?" She suddenly asked when the medicine was about to reach the bottom.

When asked this, the atmosphere in the room changed instantly.

Lao Yangtou was sitting in a wheelchair, his face drooped, obviously unhappy.

Mrs. Sun also frowned, her face full of helplessness.

Yang Huazhong himself was fine, and he could still calmly say to Yang Ruoqing: "Well, I just caught a little cold. I'll just take a couple of medicines to make me sweat..."

"Where is the ordinary cold? Your father is suffering from the cold and his vitality has been damaged." Mrs. Sun sighed and said.

"It snowed a few days ago. Your father was worried that the same thing would happen again that year. He braved the heavy snow and went from door to door to remind them to be careful. No, it's freezing."

On the night when I got sick, my whole body burned like a charcoal stove. I was wrapped in three quilts and had two charcoal braziers in the room. It was still so cold that I was shaking.

Later, the fever finally subsided a little, but he had no appetite for anything. I made some minced meat porridge for him to eat. After two bites, he felt like vomiting...

"There are nearly two hundred households in our village. How time-consuming is it to go door to door to remind them? Dad, you asked a few village elders to do this. Why do you have to do it yourself?" Yang Ruoqing was very puzzled.

Li is the head of a village, just like the emperor is the king of a country.

How can you stay busy if you have to do everything yourself?

What do you want the civil and military ministers down there to do? What do you want the village elders to do?

Every year, the village gives many visible and invisible benefits to several village elders. Is it free?

"I don't blame the village elders, it's my own problem." Yang Huazhong saw Yang Ruoqing's suddenly serious face and hurriedly explained.

"Several village elders are in their sixties. It's hard to go out because of the heavy snow, so I didn't tell them."

His explanation made Yang Ruoqing shake her head repeatedly.

"Dad, dad, you are considerate of the village elders. This is your virtue. I will not deny it."

"But they can't evade the responsibilities they have to perform. What's wrong with their age? Do they still have sons, daughters-in-law, and daughters at home?"

"Every year, the village takes care of the welfare of the village elders. They enjoy it with the whole family, right? When the village elders are old and it is inconvenient to go out, then the children at home do it for them!"

Yang Ruoqing's words made Yang Huazhong stunned. He looked at her stupidly, as if he just realized that the problem could be solved in this way.

Mrs. Sun also patted her thighs in a daze, "Yes, Qing'er is right, why didn't we think of this level at the time? We only saw Li Zheng and the village elder, but we didn't think about it in depth..."

Old Yangtou shook his head and laughed, "People say that if you sow melons, you will reap beans. You two have grown a clever seed on this elm tree and vine."

"Lao San, Lao San, you are legitimate here, you are so real. You are tired of managing a village. If you manage so many restaurants, shops, transportation teams, medicine collection teams, etc. like Qing'er, how can you still Are you going to die from exhaustion?"

Yang Huazhong blushed, full of shame, and felt even worse in his heart.

"Your father is sick, and they didn't even come over to take a look." Mrs. Sun said again, with a bit of resentment in her tone.

Yang Huazhong glanced at Mrs. Sun displeased, "Don't say that, they don't know I'm sick."

"How could you not know? Yesterday I went to invite Wang Sheng to come over. Next door to his house is one of the villagers' homes. The village elder's wife even said a few words to me!" Mrs. Sun added.

Yang Huazhong still said: "It is normal to be sick. Even if I am sick, people may not think that my illness is related to them, and there is no need to come to see me."

Sun felt a little aggrieved and felt even more aggrieved by Yang Huazhong, so she opened her mouth again, but Yang Ruoqing intercepted their argument at this time.
Chapter completed!