Respect the little husband [farming]

Last night, Shen Wenxuan used oil lamps to complete the hollowing out of all the windows in the house. At this time, he carefully inserted them so that the interior would not be unobstructed and the lighting would not be affected.

Shen Wenxuan tidied himself up briefly, moved a small horse and sat under the jujube tree after breakfast, and began to make screens. The kang screen is small in size, which is equivalent to a guardrail. Do it faster.

Shen Wenxuan didn't use any fabric, so Shen Wenxuan wove all of them out of bamboo, with a thicker frame and a net made of bamboo strips in the middle. It took a whole morning to finish the three screens.

The kang screen was made into a folding screen. Shen Wenxuan fixed one end of it on the head of the bed, and the other end can be stretched and retracted freely. The same is true for a large screen in the bedroom, but it is not fixed, and the picture also saves space.

The screen placed in the kitchen is a curved screen, protecting the bathtub in all directions without dead ends.On the wall next to the bathtub, Shen Wenxuan made a few simple bamboo stands with neatly trimmed bamboo, which can be used to store towels, toiletries, etc., and also set up a simple hanger, which can be used to hang and change clothes when taking a bath.

He also did a lot on the wall of the bedroom. The small bamboo tables on the wall are well arranged and can be used to store sundries or knick-knacks.

The quilt that Mrs. Zhang gave was only enough for one person, but now it is not enough to make a bed, and it is uncomfortable to lie on it.

Shen Wenxuan included the quilt purchase plan in his small book.

If the main room is deserted, let it be deserted. Shen Wenxuan feels that he doesn't have the energy to make large objects now. Anyway, he doesn't have any guests at home, so he doesn't need to put on a facade.

As for the latrine, Shen Wenxuan insisted on not using a single latrine to wash it repeatedly. After a whole night of tossing, he made a special wall cabinet in the latrine, inside which were layers of bamboo latrines that he had polished.

In the early morning of the next day, Shen Wenxuan got up and borrowed the Zhang family's ox cart to drive to Anhe County. According to Ajiao's eyes when he was leaving, it was not acceptable to be late.

Zhang Tieniu's injured foot has healed, but he has to help his family clean up the fields and plant wheat, so he can't go with him this time.

Shen Wenxuan didn't care, and patted him on the shoulder a few times to reassure him of the ox cart. It's time to plant winter wheat in September, and food is still the most important thing. It's not that he doesn't know the way.

Before leaving, he was picking and picking in the chicken nursery, thinking that the female bamboo hen was about to lay eggs, so Shen Wenxuan caught a male and brought some bamboo shoots with him.

Jiao Shihan was sitting on the couch, teaching Ping'er how to embroider stitch by stitch, but her mind was already wandering, and she looked outside frequently.

From morning to now, the shadow he wanted to see has never appeared.

Ping'er pulled the end of the thread clumsily with a stretcher. He always embroidered wrongly, and he had to pull back when he made a mistake, which was annoying.

But he looked at the two big white rabbits that Ajiao had embroidered, how cute they looked, and how he wanted them, but Ajiao didn't give them to him, so he could only embroider them by himself.

Ping'er took a deep breath to suppress his impatience, and continued to struggle with the thread in his hand.

Through unremitting efforts in the past few days, the big white rabbit has successfully owned a rabbit ear. I believe that he will definitely be able to add bricks and tiles to the other ear of the big white rabbit in a short time!

Jiao Shihan was infected by the energetic look of the little doll in front of him, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, he looked up at Dr. Zhao who "just happened" to pass by the door, and nodded slightly.

Dr. Zhao coughed lightly while holding a teacup, walked away from the door, and came back after a while, secretly looking at his little grandson inside.

Hey, the sun really came out from the west, my grandson still has a day of embroidery, I am very relieved.

Dr. Zhao stood on tiptoe while drinking tea, wanting to see what his little grandson embroidered.

"Grandpa!" Ping'er suddenly turned his head and glared at him. Dr. Zhao was so startled that he spit out a mouthful of tea, turned around and walked away.

Jiao Shihan looked at this pair of grandparents and grandchildren who had a very good relationship and thought of Shen Wenxuan, they are brothers now, will they be like this?

According to the agreement...he should be coming soon, Jiao Shihan secretly arranged his clothes, today he dressed neatly early, he would never be as rude as that day, when Pinger was not paying attention, Jiao Shihan tilted his head and sniffed quickly His own hair, he hasn't washed it for several days, will it smell?

"Doctor Zhao."

A familiar voice sounded from the outside, Jiao Shihan was startled first, then overjoyed, hurriedly got off the couch, put on his shoes and ran towards the source of the sound, so fast that Ping'er didn't even realize it.

"Hey, you, you can't run so fast!" Ping'er put down his small bag, and followed out with frowning eyebrows like a little adult.

Shen Wenxuan handed over the bamboo chicken and bamboo shoots in his hand to Dr. Zhao, stood with his hands behind his back, turned around and saw Jiao Shihan who was able to run, and was surprised.

Oh, are you ready to go to the ground?

Dr. Zhao coughed from the side, frowning tightly.

Jiao Shihan stopped in front of Shen Wenxuan, only one step away from him, breathing a little fast.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dr. Zhao's expression. He knew he couldn't run, but he still couldn't control it, so he turned his head and smiled apologetically at Dr. Zhao.

The well-behaved appearance made it difficult for Dr. Zhao to pursue it. He bent down and handed the bamboo chicken and bamboo shoots in his hand to Ping'er who was beside him with a curious face, and asked him to take them to the kitchen.

"This bamboo chicken is a good thing, where did you get it?" Dr. Zhao asked.

"I went to the bamboo forest the day before yesterday and caught it by chance."

Shen Wenxuan took a closer look at Ajiao who was very close to him, and asked, "How is your recovery?"

It has been ten days since he was sent to the hospital. The skin injury looks much better, and the redness, swelling and bruises on his body have also disappeared a lot. Shen Wenxuan is satisfied that Dr. Zhao's medical skills are good.

Hearing the words, Jiao Shihan turned her head and quickly glanced at Dr. Zhao, fearing that he would repent and would not let him go, so she rushed to speak: "Well... Dr. Zhao said that I have recovered well, as long as I take the medicine well, there is no problem at all. , so I thought... well, can I go back with you?"

While whispering, Jiao Shihan couldn't help but grabbed the corner of Shen Wenxuan's sleeve and shook it lightly, lowered his eyebrows and whispered softly: "Brother."

......behave in a spoiled manner?This is coquettish, right?

Shen Wenxuan blushed, shifted his gaze and coughed a few times with his fist on his lips, this, this boy can act like a baby?

Even though I was thinking this way, the sleeves were still being pulled out: "This... I, I can't decide, I have to ask the doctor, ask the doctor, right, Doctor Zhao?"

Hurry up and let me ease my mood!

Dr. Zhao avoided Shen Wenxuan's gaze, lowered his head and blinked quickly a few times, and replied vaguely: "Well, well... um..."

To be honest, Ajiao's injury can indeed be recuperated at home, but he always feels that there is something wrong with his body, and the pulse condition is a little strange, but he can't understand the specific peculiarity, and Ajiao always wants to leave, so he just I made a bet with him, saying that if he can let his little grandson learn embroidery, he will let him go back early.

In the end... why is his little grandson so disappointing? He hired several embroiderers before and didn't study hard. As a result, he embroidered a rabbit ear with Ajiao in a day. Alas, I don't know if it's joy or sorrow. .

Dr. Zhao raised his head and cast a glance at Jiao Shihan's anxious and frightened eyes, sighed and said, "It's ok, but you have to come often, you need to go back to the clinic a few times, and take your medicine when you go back. There are still a few things that need to be paid attention to." Some."

Dr. Zhao walked to the chair by the coffee table and sat down, took out a pen and paper and let Shen Wenxuan start to write down.

Shen Wenxuan sat opposite him, with a froze face, he slowly picked up the brush that Dr. Zhao gave him, feeling that the crisis was gradually approaching: "...How about, Dr. Zhao, just say it, I will remember it."

"Remember!" Dr. Zhao refused, and gave him a sideways glance.

Jiao Shihan sat in the middle and poured a cup of tea for each of them. He couldn't drink tea because he needed to take medicine, so he didn't pour it for himself. When he put down the teapot, he obediently next to Shen Wenxuan.

Shen Wenxuan put down the brush in his hand, I don't know how to use a brush, how do you tell me to memorize it!

In front of my younger brother, life can be lost, but face is not!

Shen Wenxuan assumed the role of elder brother, turned to Jiao Shihan and asked gently: "Ajiao, do you know the name of the little animal I brought just now?"

"Bamboo chicken." Jiao Shihan replied, a little smug in his heart, he just remembered what Dr. Zhao said.

"The bamboo chicken is very beautiful and colorful, and you won't see it after eating it. You can go to the kitchen to have a look at it now." Shen Wenxuan flickered without blushing.

But I... want to look at my brother more.

Jiao Shihan's ears turned red, she pursed her lips and did not say anything, she looked at Shen Wenxuan a few more times, nodded, got up and walked to the kitchen.

Good boy, Shen Wenxuan clutched his heart, feeling a little weak at the tip of his heart.

After Jiao Shihan's back was completely out of sight, Shen Wenxuan's slightly smiling expression immediately turned cold: "Give me a charcoal pencil!"

Dr. Zhao was yelled into his heart: "You can't talk to the doctor like that, do you know that?"

Even so, Doctor Zhao looked at Shen Wenxuan's face and found him a charcoal pencil.

"Don't blow the wind, don't catch the cold, don't overwork, don't overwork, decoction once in the morning and evening, plaster once every three days..."

Shen Wenxuan wrote it down one by one, and then asked, "No more?"

Dr. Zhao stroked his mustache, looked at Shen Wenxuan for a while, and the old god said on the ground: "You can't be overworked, which also includes not being able to have sex, you know?"

Shen Wenxuan picked up his teacup and took a sip, when he heard the words, he choked out suddenly, coughed for a long time, and pointed at Dr. Zhao with a blushing face, not sure if it was from anger or coughing.

"You, he, he...cough cough...my brother!"

It was not easy to talk about this bed affair, but he even pretended to retort. Dr. Zhao's face was a little red, he lowered his head and looked at the teacup in his hand, and nodded like a pest: "I know, but I have to do it." You know that you are responsible, right?"

"you--"

Out of the corner of his eye, Shen Wenxuan watched Jiao Shihan come out, and quickly stopped talking, staring at Dr. Zhao with his heart clenched and his teeth clenched.

This shameless old man!

"Don't talk nonsense, you... know. Got it, right?" Shen Wenxuan said bitterly in a low voice.

Dr. Zhao nodded again like he was pounding garlic, not sure if he understood, Shen Wenxuan was so angry that his heart ached.