I pretend to be a fairy in ancient times

Yang Xiaoer caught a cold yesterday, sneezing, runny nose, but fortunately he didn't cough, because it wasn't serious, so he ignored it.

For Yang Xiaoer, catching a cold is not a problem. Unless he has a high fever, he must not leave his work or go to the doctor to take medicine.

This kind of thinking is a habit that Yang Xiaoer has developed since he was a child. Because the family does not have any extra money to use for medical treatment, he usually takes a nap to deal with minor ailments by himself.

But in Yang Xiaoer's heart, Zhao Ji is different, he is a noble person.Hearing Zhao Ji's sneezing, Yang Xiaoer hurriedly asked, "Master, have you caught a cold too? The weather has changed too fast recently, it's raining and windy, you'd better go back to the room and lie down and sweat , it will be fine tomorrow."

Zhao Ji felt that Yang Xiaoer needed rest more than himself. "You're sick too, I'll give you some medicine, go to bed quickly."

Starting to sneeze was an early warning of a cold, Zhao Ji would not be careless, poured the hot water brought by Yang Xiaoer into the teacup on the table, and made two packs of cold medicine.

Zhao Ji drank a bowl by himself, and handed the other to Yang Xiaoer late.

Yang Xiaoer took the teacup gratefully, looked at the brown medicinal soup, pinched his nose, and drank it down in one gulp.

Smacking his lips, Yang Xiaoer was a little dumbfounded,

Looking at Zhao Ji, he said in surprise, "My lord, isn't this sugar water?"

This is sugar water.

Sometimes his mother has a severe stomachache, and she will drink a bowl of sugar water, and the pain will go away after drinking.Maybe sugar water is a kind of medicine, but he didn't know it before.

Because of Yang Xiaoer's question just now, Zhao Ji remembered that in this era, some low-quality brown sugar is actually leftovers from making sugar. Because it contains a lot of impurities, the taste is also bitter.That bitter taste may be stronger than the taste of cold granules.

The problem of brown sugar is the problem of industrial underdevelopment and poverty.

With the development of industry and economy, people's living standards will definitely be greatly improved, but it will not happen overnight.With the gradual expansion of the Western Suburb Workshop into an industrial park and the rise of industries across the country, these problems will eventually be resolved, but it will take a little time, maybe ten years, maybe 20 years.

Zhao Ji looked down at Yang Xiaoer's round eyes, and replied with a smile, "It's not sugar, it's a potion. Let Aunt Li in the kitchen make you a cup of sugar water tomorrow, and you'll know what it's like. All right, go to sleep."

Zhao Ji drank a pack of cold granules, sent Yang Xiaoer back, and continued to read the rest of the letter.

There is only the last letter left. If you don't read it, you will have a worry in your heart, which will not be good for your sleep quality.

The person who wrote the letter was Zheng Qin. Speaking of which, Zhao Ji and Zheng Qin had only met once, and their friendship was not deep. For some reason, Zheng Qin thought of writing a letter to him on the eve of leaving the capital.

Zhao Ji opened the letter paper, and there were two poems written on the first two papers, both of which were written by Zheng Qin to praise him.

When I first met Zheng Qin in Taiqi Mountain, the other party said that he would write poems for him. Zhao Ji didn't take it too seriously. I didn't expect Zheng Qin to actually write these two poems before leaving the capital.

The tone of Zheng Qin's poems is originally known for the word "yan". When he saw Zhao Ji on the mountain, he was astonished as a heavenly man. What he wrote in the poem was originally depressed and lonely on the Taiqi Mountain in autumn, until he met Zhao Ji by chance. Zhao Ji seemed to see a fairy descended from the mortal world, and his lost mood suddenly became brighter.

Seeing those gorgeous words praising his appearance and temperament, Zhao Ji himself felt that it was too exaggerated and made people blush.

And he didn't know when he had the function of treating depression.

In addition to the two poems, there are some texts behind. Zheng Qin first expressed his admiration for Zhao Ji. Judging from the text, there is no obscenity.Then he said that he had finally left the big quagmire of the capital, and that he planned to travel around the world in the future, looking for places of interest and historical sites in various places.

So this guy Zheng Qin decided to ignore the stroke and Zheng Bin, and planned to go wandering by himself.

And judging by the tone of his letter, because there are no close friends in the capital, he didn't tell anyone about this matter, and he planned to leave the capital immediately in the convoy back home.

Zhao Ji didn't know how to evaluate Zheng Qin's behavior, but he could only say that he deserved to be a bohemian poet.

Zheng Bin is really not a good person, it can be said that death is not a pity, but he is suffering from a stroke, and Zheng Qin chooses to go home at this time, and the gossip in Jian'an City will definitely fly again.

The queen mother's face will also be ugly.

But none of this has anything to do with Zhao Ji.

Zhao Ji heard from Tang Jia that Zheng Qin was tied up in his room the night Zheng Bin suffered a stroke.In fact, why does Zheng Qin need to take care of Zheng Bin? Zheng Bin is the queen mother's father, so naturally there will be no shortage of people around him.

Zhao Ji put Zheng Qin's letter aside, since he had already left, there was no need to reply.

Compared to the father-son estrangement of the Zheng family, Zhao Ji was more concerned about the brown sugar issue and the development of the workshop in the western suburbs.

He has been dragged at Du Ming's house for the past few days. He told Guanshi Zhang to go to Xicheng District to buy land and build a commercial and residential area. How is the progress of building a commercial and residential area? I must take time to see it tomorrow.

Zhao Ji fell asleep thinking about building a house, but when he woke up the next morning, he felt dizzy, let alone going to see the construction site, and even had difficulty getting out of bed.

Zhao Ji measured his temperature for a while, it was 39 degrees, and he already had a high fever.

Did lack of rest for three consecutive days put such a heavy load on his body?Fever is sometimes a sign that the body is fighting against the disease. It would be bad if the body still hides some serious disease.

Zhao Ji gave himself an infusion to reduce his fever, and at the same time drew blood for laboratory tests.He was relieved to be sure that there was nothing wrong with it.

This is not a fuss. As a doctor, Zhao Ji has a strong awareness of health care. Regular physical examinations are a good habit he has always maintained.

Although there is no major disease, but being so prone to fever and cold is still a sign of insufficient body resistance.

He was able to resurrect from this body because the original body had a high fever and died.In the few days when I just crossed over, I still didn’t have enough to eat. In the past two months, I have recuperated very well. The young man’s body is slowly recovering. I didn’t expect that after a few days of fatigue, the loss of body will appear again immediately. Out.

Zhao Ji infused himself with antipyretics, and continued to lie back on the bed, because he felt terrified when he got out of the warm blanket.

The breakfast at home was already on the table, and when Mrs. Xia saw that Zhao Ji hadn't come out, she asked Huang Qi to call Zhao Ji.

Now the whole family knew that Zhao Ji was sick.This is terrible, shredded chicken porridge and side dishes are brought to the bed, if Zhao Ji hadn't insisted, Mrs. Xiao would have planned to feed Zhao Ji herself.

"Mother, I'm already an adult." Zhao Ji said helplessly to Mrs. Xiao while drinking porridge.

Seeing Zhao Ji's flushed cheeks due to high fever, Mrs. Xia couldn't help shedding tears when she remembered Zhao Ji's high fever and illness four months ago.

In order not to be discovered by others, Mrs. Xia turned around and secretly wiped away her tears with her sleeve.But Zhao Ji still noticed her red eyes.

Hey, in order not to worry his family so much, he should get well soon.Although he had no appetite, Zhao Ji still finished a bowl of shredded chicken porridge.

Miss Xiao found Zhao Ji's bowl and chopsticks, so she helped him tighten the quilt. "Bao'er, take a good rest."

Someone said to Huang Qi, "You will stay in Bao'er's room today to take care of you. You need to drink water and change clothes. Be quicker."

Huang Qi lowered her head and said, "Yes."

Saying that, Mrs. Xiao was about to take Jiang Xu's hand and go out together. Zhao Ji was sick, and his head was dizzy, like a paste.Only then did I remember to ask Jiang Xu, "Jiang Xu, I asked you to teach Yang Xiaoer how to write, how is he doing?"

Because Yang Xiaoer also caught a cold, Mrs. Xiao didn't let him into Zhao Ji's room today, so Jiang Xu said without any scruples, "Yang Xiaoer is so stupid, it's been three days, and he only knew each other in the thirties. There are less than [-] words that can be written silently."

Zhao Ji thought, this result is not bad.Yang Xiaoer not only has to study, but also helps with work, it seems that he is already very hardworking.

After thinking about it for a moment, such an achievement is indeed very contemptuous in the eyes of a gifted child like Jiang Xu.

Zhao Ji felt a little ashamed, thinking that if he was the same age as Jiang Xu, he would definitely be made a fool by her.

The faults that geniuses are prone to. , is to rely on talent and pride.Zhao Ji didn't want Jiang Xu to have such a problem, so he said to her, "Don't worry, you must teach slowly, you must learn to be patient, this is an essential quality for a doctor. Take it as the test of your master. Bar.

Not all patients have good expressive and communication skills, especially when they are suffering from illness, you should learn to communicate patiently.

Teach Yang Xiaoer how to read, this is a temper for you. "

Jiang Xu pursed his lips and bowed his head, "Master, please rest well, I will definitely teach him well."

Zhao Ji dug a hole for Yang Xiaoer. Originally, when Jiang Xu taught him to read, he didn't pay much attention.

After Zhao Ji said that this was a training for Jiang Xu, Jiang Xu began to train Yang Xiaoer very strictly. You don’t need to practice the calligraphy for now, but let Yang Xiaoer use the pencils newly made in the workshop to write each new character. Copy thirty times and write fifty words every day.

That is to say, Yang Xiaoer has to write [-] characters every day, and even a proficient writer needs to write for an hour, let alone a beginner like Yang Xiaoer, who spends at least three hours a day on learning. Writing, and helping with chores.

So much so that he had to light an oil lamp to write every night. Fortunately, the Zhao family provided enough oil lamps for him to use.

Although a child like Yang Xiaoer who was born in a slum area yearned for reading and literacy, and he originally studied hard, he was still tortured by Jiang Xu's strict requirements every day.

However, for Jiang Xu, Yang Xiaoer's study progress is still too slow. If it wasn't because Zhao Ji told her to be patient, she would definitely lose her temper.After being warned by Zhao Ji, no matter how angry she was, she didn't let it out, but told herself to be patient.

For the seven-year-old genius Jiang Xu, this is really a kind of tempering in life.

Because of her upbringing, although she would not lose her temper in front of others, the kind of arrogance that is deeply rooted in her bones has already formed. If she is not guided, her future life will be very difficult, just like Zheng Qin who was called a genius since childhood.

Zhao Ji had been lying in the room after breakfast, maybe because of the medicine, he fell asleep soon.

When he woke up, he realized that someone was sitting beside his bed. Huangqi, who was supposed to be guarding in the room, was gone, replaced by Yan Yunkai who was sitting beside his bed.