The Pastoral Residence of the Down and Out Young Master

In the middle of the night, when Moji was sleeping soundly, Zhao Tian called him up, "I'm a little thirsty, go get me a glass of water.

Moji turned over and continued to sleep, he didn't hear what Zhao Tian said, he had already been hit by Zhao Tian and lost his determination to be a considerate husband, unless Zhao Tian apologized to him!

Zhao Tian may be really uncomfortable after a hangover. He called Mo Ji persistently, and Mo Ji was finally harassed beyond endurance. "Go and pour it yourself. When you yell at me, why don't you think that you still have time to beg me?"

Zhao Tian tried to speak, but his voice was a little hoarse, and he only said, "You are not very loving..." and coughed before finishing the rest.

Mo Ji finally sat up lazily and patted Zhao Tian on the back and handed water, "Who told you to yell at me, your yelling has completely extinguished my love for you, I hate you now!"

Zhao Tian's voice improved a lot after drinking the water, "What kind of love are you?"

"I never yell at you. How can you understand how sad it is to be scolded by someone you like. I work so hard these days and you still scold me. Anyway, I don't like you anymore!"

Zhao Tian didn't know how to answer Moji, he seemed to be really uncomfortable and lay down again, leaving only Moji sitting aside and watching Zhao Tian gritted his teeth, "You don't care about me at all!"

Zhao Tian touched the ink stain with his hand, "I'm a little dizzy, you lie down with me for a while, and I'll talk about other things when I get better."

Moji should not tell him, "I don't want to talk to you anymore, you don't even understand me^"

Mo Ji lay next to Zhao Tian, ​​and habitually wrapped his arms and legs around Zhao Tian, ​​"I won't forgive you if you don't ask me, but why is your body so hot?"

Zhao Tian patted his head, "I may have a fever, please stop making noise and let me lie down for a while."

Moji crawled out of the bed and began to dress, "I don't even want to talk to you anymore, you still want me to harass you, it's a dream!"

In the middle of the night, Moji didn't know if he could wake old man Lu up, but Zhao Tian was sick. He hadn't seen Zhao Tian get sick yet. In Moji's heart, Zhao Tian was like an iron man, never getting sick, but Now Zhao Tian is sick.

Mo Ji knocked on Old Man Lu's door, found that the door was unlocked, and walked in. Who knew that Old Man Lu was not there, this dead old man wouldn't squat in the toilet in the middle of the night, would he?

Forget it, let's find ink to boil a bowl of ginger soup for Zhao Tian, ​​anyway, he drank ginger soup when he was sick last time.Mo Ji walked to the door of Mo and Stone's new house without knocking first, because he heard a voice inside, which he was too familiar with, because he often called it that way.Forget it, let's go find Li Sanao, he knows everything about newlyweds!

Unexpectedly, he failed to knock on Li San's door, and was actually doing business. He didn't know when Li Wu, that idiot, became enlightened!It seems that he has neglected many things because he has worked so hard for a while!

But how can these people do this, the restaurants will be closed, they still have the mood to do this!Why is it that Zhao Tian is the only one who is worrying, but these people don't think about anything every day, Zhao Tian is tired and sick, okay!

Because the more he thought about it, the worse he got, Moji knocked on Li San's door a few times, and stopped knocking when he heard the inside stopped. He did the same thing when he got to Mo and Shitou's door. Really, that's right. !

Unable to find someone to make ginger soup, Moji had to do it himself.He didn't bother to light firewood, so he directly led to the charcoal stove for cooking wontons. He had hardly cooked, and he couldn't cut the ginger well. Then make the cutting board full of ginger juice, just ginger juice, as long as it is easy to cut.

When boiling the ginger, Mo Ji put some brown sugar, he thought so, if Zhao Tian didn't like the spicy food, he would drink it by himself, and he would definitely treat himself better.

Mo Ji accidentally fell asleep sitting on a chair while cooking ginger soup, which caused the ginger soup to be overcooked. Looking at the dark and heavy things in the bowl, Mo Ji wondered if Zhao Tian would eat it.In fact, the ginger soup he boiled is not only dark and thick, but also has a mushy taste, which is bitter if you put it in your mouth.

Moji brought the ginger soup into the room and woke up Zhao Tian, ​​"Get up and take the medicine. They say the good medicine tastes bad, remember to drink it up in one go."

Zhao Tian glanced hesitantly at the ink boiled ginger soup, "You boiled it?"

Moji turned his head away, "How is it possible, I've already said that I don't want to talk to you anymore, I won't make medicine for you, if you don't want to drink it, I'll pour it out!"

"I'm a little weak, please feed me."

In line with the principle of a good person doing his best to the end, Moji began to feed Zhao Tian medicine, "Let's talk about it first, I don't want to take care of you, I only take care of you as a patient, and I won't take care of you when you get better." I'll talk to you unless you apologize to me

Zhao Tian said yes, and Mo Ji began to feed Zhao Tian the medicine spoon by spoon.Zhao Tian drank a few sips and said it was too bitter

Drink it again, Moji watched himself work so hard to drink ginger soup, which was worse than medicine soup, it was really hard to swallow.

"If you really don't want to drink, forget it. Anyway, it's you, not me, who suffers."

Zhao Tian said weakly, "If you feed me with your mouth, maybe I can drink it down."

Moji has never been a greasy person, and it's not like they haven't kissed before, but how could Zhao Tian be so weak when he was sick, and even made such a request!Moji took a sip of the medicine by himself and gently stuck it to Zhao Tian's mouth, then passed the medicine over with his tongue, and after feeding it back and forth a few times, the bowl of dark ginger soup he boiled had bottomed out.

Moji rinsed his mouth with water after feeding the medicine, and he didn't go back to bed until the bitter taste in his mouth was no longer there.After tossing and turning in such a big circle, he couldn't fall asleep again.Really, it's all Zhao Tian's fault, why do you get sick if you work hard?

Mo Ji lay on his side facing Zhao Tian, ​​looked at the red mark on Zhao Tian's face and asked, "Zhao Tian, ​​who pinched your face? Why is it so red? "

Zhao Tian still seemed a little uncomfortable, so he hummed and didn't say anything else.Mo Ji snickered a few times to himself, the current Zhao Tian is really too weak, he has never seen it before.

Mo Ji put Zhao Tian's arm on his body, and he shrank himself into Zhao Tian's arms, Zhao Tian's body was really warm.

When he woke up the next day, the only feeling Moji felt was heat, either warm or very hot. Zhao Tian’s body was a little hot and abnormal. He called Zhao Tian a few times, but Zhao Tian just refused to agree. Mo Ji knew that Zhao Tian was seriously ill.

He hurriedly got out of bed to look for Old Man Lu, but Old Man Lu was not in the house. Seeing Li San making tofu, he asked, "Have you seen Old Man Lu?"

Li San replied, "I didn't see it, why is Moji so urgent?"

"Zhao Tian has a severe fever. Go and wake up Li Wu and tell him to go to old man Lu. Forget it, let him go find a doctor. The old man doesn't know where he went."

"Okay, don't be in a hurry."

After Li San finished speaking, he hurried back to the house to call Li Wu, Mo Ji went to call Mo Mo and Shi Shi again, and asked them to go to work at home first, because Zhao Tian's illness required them to do a lot of work by themselves.

When they were in a mess outside, Mo Ceng took his small medicine box and got into Mo Ji and Zhao Tian's room.Because he was too short to reach people, he moved a small stool under it.

Mo Ceng shook Zhao Tian vigorously a few times, "Father, I want to scrape with you, turn over."

Don't look at Zhao Tian's burnt unconsciousness, he turned over cooperatively, Mo Ceng took out the essential oil from the medicine box and poured some on Zhao Tian's back, then rubbed it evenly with his hands, and then took out the scraping oil The jade board began to be scraped lightly according to the meridians, and when he found that Zhao Tian didn't feel any discomfort, he increased the intensity, and the speed was much faster than before.Because he is young and lacks strength, in order to achieve a better effect, he also used internal strength when scraping.

After scraping the sand for Zhao Tian, ​​Mo Ceng began to apply acupuncture. He is not very proficient in applying acupuncture. Every time he injects an injection, he will carefully think about the acupuncture point and strength of the injection.

After doing all this, Mo Ceng clapped his hands, and the time control was good.After he finished packing his small medicine box, he sat aside. How could Dad wait until his father was so seriously ill before thinking of seeing a doctor? It's so unreliable!

When Li Wu invited the doctor, Mo Ceng had already sat there for a while. The doctor first took Zhao Tian's temperature and found that the temperature was normal. Then he lifted Zhao Tian's eyes and found nothing unusual.

The doctor twisted his beard and said, "I am old and ignorant. Although the man on the bed is a little weak, he is fine."

Moji didn't quite believe it. Zhao Tian was clearly on fire when he just left. "Doctor, please take a closer look to see if he is really all right."

The doctor showed it to Zhao Tian again according to what the ink marks said, "It's really all right, it's just that the body is weak. Let me write you a prescription for taking care of your body."

After Mo took the old doctor out, Mo Ceng said, "Daddy, I can also write prescriptions for my father to take care of his body.

Mo Ceng took a while to find him, "Go to play elsewhere, don't pass it on to you when your father is sick."

Mo Ceng snorted coldly, "I cured my father's illness. He thought I was as useless as you. I really don't know why the master accepted such a useless apprentice like you!"

It really doesn't feel good to be despised by his own son, Mo Ji pointed at Mo Ceng and said, "Damn! No matter how useless I am, I'm still your father, no matter how capable you are, I'm still my son!"

Mo Ceng hugged his small medicine box and left in frustration, how could he have such an incompetent father!

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