Siheyuan: The road to counterattack for the little transparent

After Banggeng returned home, the first thing he did was to go into the inner room to find a change of pants. Seeing this, Qin Zhangshi quickly struggled to sit up from the kang.

With a kind smile on her face, she asked, "Bang Geng, what are you looking for? Do you need grandma's help?"

Bang Geng rolled his eyes at her and said, "Grandma, you should take care of yourself first. I will handle my own affairs myself."

Afterwards, no matter what Jia Zhang said, he didn't say a word and continued to search through the boxes and cabinets.

These days, no one is well off, and it is already very good if everyone can have a pair of cotton pants to wear in winter to keep warm.

Bang Geng searched for a long time, but he couldn't find even a pair of pants, let alone cotton pants.

Because Qin Huairu saw that his cotton trousers were too short last winter, she cut a piece of her trousers and sewed them onto the trousers so that his ankles would not be exposed.

Banggeng couldn't find a place to change his pants, and he was wearing wet pants. The damp and cold feeling kept eating away at his skin, making him feel very uncomfortable.

The irritation in my heart kept surging like the tide. Just when I was feeling anxious and angry, Jia Zhang's nagging was like adding fuel to the fire.

The hoarse voice buzzed in Banggeng's ears. She complained to Banggeng that he had messed up the closet, and then said that he did not know how to take care of his clothes.

These words were like tiny needles, constantly irritating Bang Geng's already fragile nerves.

Bang Geng's face became more gloomy. He slammed the cabinet door with a loud bang and shouted at Jia Zhang:

"Grandma, could you please stop talking like that? It's so annoying!"

Jia Zhang was stunned for a moment after hearing his roar, and then she sat on the kang and began to wipe her tears, mumbling:

"Who am I doing this for, you heartless child."

At this moment, Banggeng had no time to care about Jia Zhang's reaction. He just stood there, and his wet pants made him shiver again and again.

At this moment, Jia Zhang finally realized that Banggeng was wearing wet pants, so she asked him to take off his pants and put them on the kang to dry before putting them on.

But this boy's relationship with his grandmother was not as good as before, and he was afraid that she would see his private parts, so he refused to take off his pants.

Plus, the dried cotton pants will still have that urine smell, and if I wear them outside and someone smells them, they'll probably make fun of me.

He immediately rejected his grandmother's proposal: "Oh, grandma, please stop talking. I have already said that I don't need your help, and I don't want you to help."

Jia Zhang sighed helplessly. She never thought that in just less than three months, her eldest grandson not only did not listen to her, but even started to talk back.

She stopped talking in disappointment, but seeing Banggeng shivering, she couldn't bear it:

"Hey, are you worried that your cotton pants will still smell after drying? How about this, grandma will lend you her cotton pants."

"Wait for your mother to come back, and then ask her to wash and dry your cotton pants. Do you think this will work?" After saying that, he looked at Bang Geng with a flattering face.

She thought Banggeng would quickly agree with her idea. After all, it was better than suffering from the cold in wet and smelly cotton pants.

However, Bang Geng didn't appreciate it at all. He frowned and said with a look of disgust:

"Grandma, your cotton pants are so big and loose, I don't want to wear them. It's embarrassing enough to wear them outside."

In fact, the boy also had another concern. When his grandmother was still unable to sit up, she would urinate or poop in her pants from time to time, and he felt it was dirty.

Jia Zhang's expression suddenly turned ugly, her flattering smile froze on her face, and she felt as if something had stabbed her heart, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

But she still said patiently: "Banggeng, you are a kid, it's terrible if you get cold now, it's better to wear it for now than to get cold now."

But Banggeng was stubborn. He snorted, turned around and went to the outer room.

Just like that, Bang Geng had no choice but to continue wearing the wet pants and wait for Qin Huairu to come back.

He didn't dare go to Yi Zhonghai's house to ask him for help, for fear that he would meet other people in the yard and be laughed at after he went out.

As time passed, the wet pants stuck to his legs, and the coldness gradually invaded his body like icy tentacles.

At first, he just shivered occasionally, but gradually, he began to sneeze constantly.

The sneezes came one after another, as if they could not be stopped, and at the same time, the snot flowed uncontrollably.

At night, Qin Huairu hurried home. As soon as she walked into the house, she smelled a strong smell of urine and couldn't help but frowned.

My first reaction was that my mother-in-law had wet her pants again, and she started to blame me: "Mom, can't you drink a little water and wait until I come back to pee?"

After saying that, he stormed into the inner room and looked at Jia Zhang who was sitting on the kang with dissatisfaction.

The weather is getting colder and colder. The whole family has to sleep on the kang at night, otherwise they will freeze. It's impossible not to be angry when she has to clean up in the middle of the night.

When Jia Zhang heard Qin Huairu's voice, she waved her hands repeatedly and said, "Huairu, I didn't wet my pants, it was the stick." Then she pointed to the outer room.

Seeing this, Qin Huairu hurried out. Just as she was about to ask what was going on, her eyes suddenly fell on Bang Geng, who was sitting on the bench with a red face.

She hurried over, stretched out her hand with a little panic, and gently placed it on Banggeng's forehead.

This touch made her heart suddenly tighten, and an unprecedented worry surged into her heart like a tide.

"Oh! Banggeng, you have a fever! What's going on?" Qin Huairu said anxiously, her voice trembling slightly and she was very nervous.

Banggeng mumbled weakly, his voice was as faint as the hum of a mosquito, and if you didn't listen carefully, you couldn't hear what he was saying.

He moved his cracked lips with difficulty and said, "I couldn't find any pants to wear, so I kept wearing wet pants. It was so cold."

Qin Huairu felt distressed when she heard this. She gently blamed him for being careless and ran to the yard in a panic.

After hearing what Bang Geng said, Jia Zhang was afraid that her daughter-in-law would blame her, so she quickly shirked her responsibility:

"That's great. Grandma even offered to lend you her own cotton pants, but you refused. Now look what happened. Are you sick from the cold?"

Qin Huairu frowned: "Okay, Mom, the child is feeling uncomfortable, please stop making sarcastic remarks."

After saying that, the first thing she thought of was to boil some ginger water for Banggeng, let him drink it and cover himself with a quilt to sweat. Maybe the fever would go down and he wouldn't have to go to the hospital.

After a while, a pot of steaming ginger water was ready. The smell of ginger filled the whole house, with a unique spicy taste.

Qin Huairu carefully filled a bowl of ginger water, and then fed Banggeng the ginger water spoonful by spoonful, her eyes full of anticipation.

However, Banggeng's condition did not improve after drinking ginger water, but became worse.

He began to lie on the bed in a daze, his eyes half open and half closed, his consciousness a little unclear, and he would occasionally groan in pain.