Farmer’s Blessed Girl

He clutched his stomach and found a quiet alley and walked in, feeling that he should be dying soon.

It wasn't too scary, so he walked inside again, and finally sat down against the wall when he couldn't walk anymore.

Zhou Yin clutched his aching stomach, looked up at the clouds in the sky, it was really strange, they were all clouds, why did they always change?

But the clouds in Shangzhou look similar to the clouds in their Qili Village, even the sun is the same...

Zhou Yin thought wildly, his body fell slowly, and he fell to the ground after a while, his eyes closed slightly.

He was conscious, he wanted to sit up, but his hands were lying on the ground, and he couldn't use any strength.

Xia Xin opened the door and came out, and the people who fell on the ground were startled when they turned the corner.

She took two steps back, seeing that the person half leaning against the wall was motionless, she approached cautiously, "Hey, who are you?"

The people on the ground did not answer her.

Xia Xin swallowed her saliva, and took two steps forward, "Hey, it's very cold here, you'll get sick if you lie down..."

She squatted down and stretched out her fingers to poke him lightly, and then quickly withdrew her hand after poking once. Seeing that his eyes were still tightly closed, she was sure that he was fainted.

She hesitated for a moment, then turned around and ran home, "Father, someone fell outside."

Before Xia Yan could speak, Xia's mother had already said, "Is it a beggar? Just give them something to send away, Xinniang, there are many refugees coming from other places, so don't go out, you know?"

"It's not a beggar. The clothes on his body are clean and there are no patches. Dad, you should go and have a look."

Xia Yan put down the book, "I'll go and have a look."

When he saw the man, Xia Yan understood why his daughter said that he was no longer a beggar. Although the clothes on his body were linen, they were fine linen. They were clean, his face was clean, and his fingernails were clean.

Although the person is in a coma, but his brows and eyes are straight, not only does he not look like a beggar, he doesn't even look like a refugee.

Xia Yan thought for a while, but still carried him into the house.

Xia's mother was shocked when she saw it, and rushed to greet her, "Why did you bring him back?"

"It should be sick," Xia Yan said: "It's not like a refugee, it should be someone's child who went out and fell ill. Let's wake him up first, and ask someone to call a doctor."

Seeing that he carried him back to his room, Xia's mother had no choice but to go out to ask for a doctor.

When Zhou Yin opened his eyes, he saw a little girl holding a spoon to feed him water. Seeing him open his eyes, the little round face panicked, immediately got up, put down the bowl and ran outside.

Zhou Yin ran away before he could say a word, and could only continue to lie with his mouth half-opened in a daze.

It took him a while to realize that he seemed to have fallen ill in the alley, so he didn't die, but was rescued again?

Zhou Yin was quite happy, he got up with his arms propped up, and wanted to go out to meet the person who rescued him.

After getting up, a middle-aged scribe came in, followed by the little girl who ran away just now.

"Lang jun, please lie down," the middle-aged scribe held Zhou Yin down, supported him to lean on him, and said with a smile, "Lang jun passed out outside my house, so I took him home before I had time to ask him. , Haihan please."

Zhou Yin hurriedly said: "Mr. saved me. It's too late for the kid to be grateful. How dare you say blame?"

He took the initiative to say: "The boy's surname is Zhou, and his single name is a silver character. He is from Luojiang County, Mianzhou. He came here after fleeing from disaster."

Xia Yan was surprised, "Are you a refugee?"

It doesn't look like it.

"Yes," Zhou Yin said about selling himself and being repaid the contract of selling himself because of illness, so he turned around and came back, he was still a refugee.

Xia Yan smiled and said: "This is a blessing in disguise. Since you were saved by us, it means that we are destined. You should recuperate here first, and wait until you recover from your illness."

Zhou Yin was penniless and had no place to go, so he agreed.

I don't know if the medicine prescribed before is not right for the disease, or if the disease has finally come to an end, and the disease that has never been cured before gradually improved after living in Xia's house.

Zhou Yin once worried that his illness was an epidemic, and wanted Xia Yan to send him to the temple.

Xia Yan said: "You are not acclimatized, not a disease."

He smiled and said, "It's easy for people who travel far for the first time to suffer from such a disease, so don't worry too much."

Zhou Yin stayed at Xia's house just like that, but Xia Yan was the one who brought him medicine and food. It wasn't until he was able to get out of bed and walk around that he saw Xia Xin sitting under a tree doing embroidery when he came out of the room.

Xia Xin was only thirteen years old, two years younger than him. When she saw him, she stared at him curiously with a pair of round eyes.

Zhou Yin withdrew his feet uncomfortably, but did not turn around and go back to the house, but looked at her equally curiously, and the two just looked at each other curiously.

When Mother Xia came out of the kitchen and saw it, she coughed lightly.

The two returned to their senses in an instant, Xia Xin lowered her head, Zhou Yin hurriedly saluted Xia's mother, "Mrs. Xia."

Xia's mother smiled and said, "Can Zhou Xiaolang get out of bed?"

"Yes, it's much better," Zhou Yin rushed to meet him, "If there's anything I can do to help, I'll do it."

"No need, no need," Mother Xia said with a smile, "You're getting better, take a good rest."

She called her daughter who was still sitting under the tree in a daze, and said angrily, "Xinniang, why don't you come over and light the fire?"

"Oh," Xia Xin finally came to her senses, quickly put down the embroidery and needlework in her hands and ran over. When passing by Zhou Yin, she raised her eyes and glanced at him quietly, and then went into the kitchen.

Although Zhou Yin lived in Xia's house for the past few days, they seldom saw each other, and Xia's father was doing things like bringing medicine and delivering meals.

Zhou Yin watched her run into the kitchen, scratched her head, and finally tidied up the pile of firewood piled up in the corner.

Xia's father is a scholar, not a person capable of working. Xia's mother is not strong enough, so the purchased firewood is piled up in a corner.

Zhou Yin tidied up the pile of firewood and swept the yard again before Xia Yan came back from the academy.

He works as a teacher in an academy, not very far from home, so he can go home for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

As soon as he entered the door, he realized that something was wrong. The house... seemed much more spacious.

Mother Xia, who had been keeping an eye on Zhou Yin, came out with a smile, and said to him with a smile: "You are back, lunch is ready, clean your hands and eat."

After pulling him into the kitchen, Mother Xia whispered, "Zhou Xiaolang took care of it, not to mention, he's quite diligent."

Xia Yan: "He's still sick, how can I let him work?"

"I didn't let it go. I tried to persuade him, but I couldn't persuade him. He said that he needs to exercise his muscles and bones. I can't drag him."

Xia Yan thought for a while and said, "Since he can get out of bed, let's have lunch together."

"This..." Mother Xia looked at her daughter.

Xia Yan said indifferently: "We are still here, so there is no need to be so taboo."

Isn't that because there is only one daughter in their family, and the two of them happen to be of the same age, which is very unfortunate?

However, she has never been very opposed to Xia Yan's decision.

Zhou Yin sat at the dining table and formally met with the Xia family.

After dinner, Xia Yan talked to Zhou Yin, "What are your plans for the future?"