President, it's time to feed the pigs

Luo Guanjie heard the sound and came out of the room. There was a man with white beard and white eyebrows standing in the middle of the room. He couldn't tell his age. The reason why his eyebrows and beard turned white was because it was too cold outside. He was still carrying a bottle of wine in his hand.

"Damn it, how did you get in?" the old man said rudely.

"Hey, old man, what's the matter with you, the woman in the front yard brought us here."

Luo Guanjie thought he had been tricked, and if the old man refused to admit it, he really didn't know how to solve it, so he couldn't just let her go. Unexpectedly, when the woman was mentioned, the old man seemed to have a slightly moved expression, even though he was still cursing, However, as soon as he turned around, he went to the opposite room.

Luo Guanjie's heart was hanging in his stomach. Suolantu cleaned the room so that it could be lived in. Although the house was simple, it still had some simple luggage. It seemed that people still lived here occasionally.

"Brother Jie, what's the matter?" Sorantu raised his head.

"It's okay, the master is back, he's an old man, don't worry about it, we'll just stay here overnight and leave early tomorrow morning."

Luo Guanjie entered the room and bolted the door. He always felt that the old man was crazy and smelled of alcohol when he passed by. He didn't want to have anything to do with a drunkard in the middle of the night.

It was a really hard night tonight, there was a strong wind outside and a small wind inside, Luo Guanjie and Suo Lantu didn't dare to take off their clothes, mainly because it was too cold, so they only took off their down jackets and put them on the quilt.

"I shouldn't have brought you out today to make you and me suffer." Luo Guanjie hugged him even tighter in distress.

"Brother Jie, it's not hard being with you. If you were outside by yourself, I would definitely not be able to sleep all night."

Suo Lantu lives in the poorest house, but he feels that he owns the whole world. In the past, he was really rarely sick. Even when he was sick, Suo Lanlan was busy with work or taking care of his mother. off.

Now with Luo Guanjie, it was the first time for him to experience the feeling of being held in the palm of his hand and on the tip of his heart, and his late dependence was even more turbulent.

"Go to sleep."

Luo Guanjie tucked the quilt into Suorantu again, and kissed his cheek lightly.

Luo Guanjie was half asleep and half awake. He wanted to push Suorantu away several times and go down to see if the stove was off. Who knew that Suorantu was hugging him so hard that he could hardly breathe. Luo Guanjie felt that the room seemed cold again. Suo Lantu's condition worsened from the cold, he patted Suo Lantu's back lightly:

"I'll go down and add more firewood."

"Cold." Suo Lantu murmured vaguely, not knowing whether he was asleep or awake.

Luo Guanjie was afraid of something, so he hastily stretched out his hand to touch Lantu's forehead, it's too bad, it really burned again.

Luo Guanjie hurriedly touched the medicine he was carrying, but unfortunately he had already finished it before he went out at noon.

After Luo Guanjie put on his clothes, he came to the main room, picked and picked, and finally found a kettle that looked like the period of the Republic of China. Even if there was no medicine, at least he had to boil some hot water for Suolantu.

Luo Guanjie was dumbfounded when he opened the water tank, the cold water in the room froze.

Luo Guanjie found a shovel, wiped it carelessly, and started digging ice.

He managed to chip away at a corner, but it was far from enough to boil the water. He was very anxious, and unconsciously increased the movement of his hands.

"What's the noise?" The old man seemed to be woken up, and shouted dissatisfied in the room.

"Your broken house, the water tank is frozen." Luo Guanjie was able to keep calm before, but now that Suolantu is sick, he is so anxious that he can't take care of anything.

He was still digging ice, and when he opened the door to the house, the old man was wearing a jacket with cotton fluff on his body, and walked up to him not very agilely:

"What are you going to do if you don't sleep at night?"

The old man's alcohol has gone down a lot, his tone is not so aggressive, but his face is still not good-looking.

"I'm sorry, my friend is sick and has a fever. I have to boil some water and disturb your rest."

Luo Guanjie knew that he was under the roof, so his tone softened.

The old man ignored him, found a chisel, cut off a large piece of ice, and went back to the house as soon as he turned around.

Luo Guanjie didn't know which nerve was wrong, he opened his mouth and asked:

"Master, do you have any cold medicine at home? My friend is sick and has eaten all of it. Now he has a fever. Can you give me some medicine? I'll give you money?"

The uncle paused for a moment, then entered the room without looking back.

Luo Guanjie felt that it was unnecessary for him to ask this question. How dare he take this crazy old man even if he was given medicine?

Luo Guanjie returned to the house with the ice kettle. Fortunately, there was still a faint flame in the stove, so Luo Guanjie hurriedly filled some charcoal fire.

The ice cubes were too big and stuck on the spout of the kettle, so he had to sit the kettle on the edge of the stove and wait for the ice to melt.

Luo Guanjie worriedly touched Lantu's forehead, it was hot, it was no better than yesterday, the illness came like a mountain, and the illness went like a thread, he sighed, he regretted coming out today, and even more regretted that he brought Suo Lantu:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought you out to suffer with me, but I really can't bear to part with you."

Before he could say the next sentence, the door was suddenly pulled open forcefully.

The old man stood at the door, still wearing the ragged cotton jacket, without looking at Luo Guanjie, he went directly to Suo Lantu's side.

Checked Lantu's temperature, and touched his wrist in a dignified manner. It seems to be a pulse?

"The wind and cold have entered the body, and the body is in good shape. Don't be surprised. This is boiled. Drink it and don't make any noise. If the temperature is too high, just wipe him with a cold towel."

After finishing speaking, the old man dropped a few things that looked like tree roots, and went out again.

Luo Guanjie stared blankly, what is this?He picked it up and smelled it, and there was a faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine. He was a little scared, can this thing be eaten?What if you eat something bad?

He dubiously took a bite by himself, it was a little sweet, but it was a bit bitter when he tasted it carefully.

He chewed one dry, and found that he didn't feel any discomfort after eating it. He probably didn't eat it well or eat it badly.

The ice cubes had almost melted, and the dead horse was treated as a living horse doctor. He followed the old man's instructions and threw the remaining tree roots, together with ice cubes, into the kettle.

Luo Guanjie found a newspaper and fanned the stove. After a while, the water boiled, and there was a faint smell of medicine. Luo Guanjie opened the lid and smelled it. The smell seemed familiar.

Suo Lantu was not doing well at first, after running for a day, and it was too cold in the room, he had a high fever, and his usually fair skin was now burning red hot.

Luo Guanjie boiled a bowl and didn't know what kind of medicine it was, so he found a bowl and brought it to Suo Lantu.

Gently patted Solantu's face:

"Get up, drink your medicine."

Luo Guanjie didn't know why Water Margin appeared in his mind when he said this.

Just in case, he tried a sip first, there was no strange smell, and when the temperature was about the same, he didn't have any adverse reactions.

Suolantu really had a fever this time, and it was cold in the room, so he had a bit of hot soup now, but he didn't need to drink it, he drank it all at once.

Luo Guanjie touched So Lantu's hot face just now, he hurriedly turned out his special small handkerchief, soaked it in ice water, wrung it dry and applied it on So Lantu's head.

After repeated several times, it is not known whether the medicine has taken effect or the ice handkerchief has cooled down the temperature. Finally, Suo Lantu no longer frowns in pain, and his face is not so red.

Luo Guanjie was finally able to lie down after tossing and tossing for a long time.

Early the next morning, the stove finally went out, and the room was as cold as an icehouse.

Luo Guanjie looked up and saw that there was no spark in the stove, and just as he was about to get up, Suolantu also woke up.

"Is it cold? Last night you were on fire again. Don't move. I'll go down and make a fire. I'll wait for you to get up again when it's warm."

"Brother Jie, don't be busy, let's get up together."

Suo Lantu vaguely remembered that he was sick again last night, but he couldn't remember what he said and did until he saw the kettle on the stove and the bowl next to it.

"Brother Jie, you gave me medicine last night?"

"No, I don't know what the grass root that old man gave me, and I was afraid of poisoning you to death. When I gave you the medicine, I felt like Pan Jinlian."

Suolantu finally recovered, and Luo Guanjie was in the mood to joke around.

So Lantu opened the lid of the pot, smelled it and briefly identified it, saying:

"It should be Banlangen."

"Oh, then I blamed him wrongly. I thought he was a quack doctor."

So Lantu picked up the handkerchief that was hardened by the cold, and put it in his pocket.

Luo Guanjie thought he got up early enough, but in the end, the old man didn't know if he slept or not last night, and a shed in the corner of the yard had already started to smoke.

Luo Guanjie looked around, this house turned out to be the only building in the vicinity, and the nearest hotel was a few hundred meters away, it seemed that this old man was not very gregarious.

The old man staggered and dragged a large bundle of branches from the backyard. Luo Guanjie saw how hard he was moving, so he walked around behind him and helped carry it.

"Master, good morning, thank you last night."

Luo Guanjie didn't expect that the old man looked weird, but he was cold and kind-hearted. If it wasn't for the Banlangen he gave, he really didn't know what to do last night.

The old man still didn't give Luo Guanjie a good face, he snorted and continued to chop wood.

Luo Guanjie is an acquaintance, the more people ignore him, the more he will chase after him.

"Master, you see that you still do this by yourself at such an old age, your family..."

Before Luo Guanjie finished speaking, Suo Lantu hurriedly gave Luo Guanjie a hand and shook his head slightly.

Luo Guanjie often speaks without thinking. Fortunately, Suorantu gave him a little help, otherwise his next sentence would be "wife, son", but at present, this old man must be a loner.

Luo Guanjie originally wanted to get up and leave, but he had to work hard first, and he owed the uncle a favor last night, even if the uncle didn't give him a good face, he had to repay it.

He imitated his grandfather chopping firewood, and began to work in a decent manner. The uncle had never seen such a ignorant person, and finally raised his head and asked:

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Luo Guanjie was confused by the question, what is he going to do?He wants to learn from Lei Feng, but also to repay his kindness, but he has already experienced the eccentric temper of the uncle, so he explained:

"Look at so much firewood, when will I finish chopping it? You saved my friend last night, so I should do some work for you."

Luo Guanjie has changed a lot now, the only thing that remains the same is his face, Suo Lantu is not idle, and he doesn't know if he drank the panacea last night, and the soreness of the past few days has been wiped away.

He turned around and went back to the house, cleaned the house, fetched some water, and lit the stove by the way. After a busy meal, the deserted small yard was full of fireworks.

Luo Guanjie was busy sweating, and the buck-toothed woman from last night, wearing that gaudy padded jacket, came to the gate of the courtyard and shouted inside:

"Hurry up, if this meat is not ready, the owner will have to remind me again."

The old man was busy working all morning and didn't even eat a bite of food. Luo Guanjie didn't know the relationship between the two of them. It seemed that they were at least relatives.

As soon as the old man turned around, he entered the shed in the yard. When he lifted the curtain, Luo Guanjie found that there were rows of bacon hanging inside.

The author has something to say: Po Wu, the north pays attention to making dumplings.

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