After the vicious adoptive mother gave up, the scumbag children regretted it

Chapter 246 How can we survive the winter without a kang?

Shen Nanzhi was puzzled. Why did this old man become so estranged from her?

Thinking of what Aunt Xia said, she always felt that something had happened that she didn't know about, but others knew about it, but she didn't.

This is very depressing. Shen Nanzhi doesn't like the feeling of being kept in the dark.

"I'll go see the gentleman."

Shen Huai'en: "Let me accompany you. I haven't taught the teacher yet."

"You are studious, which is rare."

She has already recognized all the traditional Chinese characters and can write them, but she finds it troublesome and would rather avoid writing them. Reading those boring Four Books and Five Classics would surely kill her.

She was good at science in school but not liberal arts. However, she was very enthusiastic in reading extracurricular books and felt sleepy when reciting textbooks.

I have read all the masterpieces of Jin Yong and Gu Long, reading them secretly at night.

Her parents said, if she studied with this spirit, she would at least be able to get into the top three, right?

People should devote their energy to things that interest them, no matter how hard it is. It is really a torture to force yourself to learn something that you are not interested in.

Shen Nanzhi was not good at learning and felt a little ashamed of Mr. Yuan's teachings. Fortunately, Mr. Yuan did not have such high expectations for her. It was not enough for her to recognize all the characters but write well.

It is said that this was because her father, Butcher Shen, had helped Mr. Yuan, so Mr. Yuan accepted her.

Shen Nanzhi felt that Butcher Shen was really a good father.

The two of them prepared a lot of things to visit Mr. Yuan. Although Shen Nanzhi didn't come often, she never lacked things. She would send Mr. Yuan's clothes, bedding, vegetables, chicken, duck, fish, meat, etc. whatever they had.

The housekeeper saw them and said with a bitter face: "The master is sick. He has seen the doctor and is lying in the room."

Shen Nanzhi was anxious: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Sir, you won't let me. If I dare to look for you, you will chase me away."

Because of this incident, the two of them hurried in to check on the gentleman. The room smelled terrible, a mixture of medicine and body odor, making it difficult to breathe.

"Open the window and get some fresh air."

"No, sir, you can't stand the cold. If you catch a cold, the consequences will be disastrous."

Shen Nanzhi sighed, "But this won't be good for Mr.'s recovery. Please open a little gap so that he can breathe in some air. Even a good person would feel suffocated in this kind of air, let alone a patient like him."

There were two charcoal braziers in the room, but it was still very cold. After all, it was extremely cold that day.

Mr. Yuan coughed a few times, opened the bed curtain, and revealed a sallow complexion. His cheeks were thinner, and he said weakly, "Why are you here? Ahem..."

Shen Nanzhi didn't even bother to salute, "Oh my, my son, you are so sick, but you didn't let us know, what do you mean?

Do you really want us to be your funeral procession after you die of illness?"

The housekeeper frowned as he listened. This Miss Shen really has no taboos when speaking. How could she say this to a patient?

Mr. Yuan was so angry that he kept coughing. "He won't die, not at all. Thank you for your filial piety, sir."

I'm really going to be killed by you.

Even Shen Huai'en was speechless. You wouldn't make me so angry, sir?

"The medicine is ready."

The servant brought the medicine over. Mr. Yuan looked worried. He was most reluctant to take medicine as it made his stomach feel uncomfortable, but he would not get better if he didn't take it. He couldn't live like this.

The housekeeper advised: "Sir, I have prepared some candied fruit for you. Eat a few more after you take the medicine."

Sir, at such an old age, he is still afraid of taking medicine. He is really like a child.

Seeing his worried look, Shen Nanzhi said, "If you don't want to drink, don't drink. I'll get you something to eat. I guarantee it will work better than taking medicine."

"Really? No matter how useful it is, I won't forgive you. I'll find you and scold you every night even after I die."

"Sir, you are still cruel."

This old man is broad-minded, which is really a good thing. Shen Nanzhi certainly doesn't want him to die.

I went to the kitchen to make a bowl of hot and sour soup, added more ginger, and after eating it I began to sweat and felt better.

The most important thing is the western medicine for reducing fever and relieving cough. I added it when no one was paying attention. It guaranteed that his illness would be cured by most overnight.

"Here it is, try it."

The smell of vinegar whets the appetite. Mr. Yuan's stomach is empty, but the housekeeper keeps feeding him white porridge, which has no taste at all. Doesn't he want to eat it?

The smell of this made his mouth water. Mr. Yuan was not polite and took a bite. He said with satisfaction: "Not bad, you have this skill."

"Of course. I am good at everything except studying."

Mr. Yuan was amused and angry, "You are self-aware."

After drinking a big bowl of hot and sour soup and breaking into a sweat, Mr. Yuan felt much better and more energetic. He asked, "Why did you two think of coming to see me?"

Shen Huai'en said: "Nan Zhi missed you, sir. I went to the county town for something, so I naturally wanted to visit you when I came back."

"Is it time to hand in your homework?"

Well, as soon as this old man gets excited, he starts to torment his students. Shen Nanzhi is also convinced.

"Let's go to the study."

Shen Nanzhi stopped him and said, "I plan to renovate your bedroom so that you won't feel cold. Tell the housekeeper to listen to me and you can sleep well tonight."

"Okay, do whatever you want. I'm an old man, so I'll leave it to you."

"Mr. is still good to me."

Shen Nanzhi's cheerful look made Mr. Yuan's smile a little bitter. Such a good child, what a pity.

After getting Mr. Yuan's approval, Shen Nanzhi moved the bed from the room, called a bricklayer, and started building the kang.

No kang can make people feel comfortable in such cold weather. No matter how many charcoal basins you put in the room, they are not as effective as a kang.

Charcoal fire produces some carbon dioxide, and the servants didn't dare to open the windows for ventilation. Shen Nanzhi was really afraid that the master would be suffocated to death by their good intentions but bad results.

She had no place to cry.

The housekeeper had a bitter look on his face, but because Mr. Yuan had spoken, he could only let her do whatever she wanted. The master still doted on this female disciple very much.

Not like a disciple, but like a daughter.

I used to be fat and ugly. When I saw my husband, I was like a mouse seeing a cat. I was timid and cowardly, and I was not presentable.

There has been a huge change in the last year, I am totally unrecognizable.

The bricklayer's craftsmanship is good, and making the kang is not a complicated job. As long as the flue is well built and there is no air leakage, it will be fine.

After Mr. Yuan checked Shen Huai'en's homework and the meal was ready in the kitchen, when they came back, there was a kang in the bedroom, which was slowly being smoked over a low fire, waiting to be dried.

Even so, the temperature in the room had risen, but there was no smoky smell like charcoal fire.

"what is this?"

"A heated bed, you will know how good it is after you sleep on it for one night. In such a cold day, the charcoal fire is useless. Your firepower is weak, so the quilt has probably never been warm."

The housekeeper said, "I have prepared a hot water bottle."

"A hot water bottle may work temporarily, but will it work forever?"

Yes, there are three or four hours in a night, and it would be good if the hot water bottle can take care of half of it.

"Okay, let me try."

Her words touched Mr. Yuan's heart. He had not had a good night's sleep since the beginning of winter.

I'm really getting old and can't bear it anymore.

"Let's eat first. I've made some meat porridge and some pear paste. If you have a bad cough, just make a cup of it. It's very effective in relieving cough and reducing phlegm."

"Well, you are interested."

After having dinner with the husband, it was getting late. The husband wanted them to stay overnight, but the two of them declined. It wasn't far to go back home, so there was no need to stay here. It would be more convenient to stay at home.

"I'll come to see you tomorrow. Have a good rest. My academy is still waiting for your help."

Speaking of this, Mr. Yuan's expression darkened. "Let's talk about it later. It's so cold, everything should rest and recuperate. Don't bother with it."

Shen Nanzhi's heart sank. It turned out that the old man had other thoughts. Why?

Now is not the time to talk about this. Shen Nanzhi will not give up so easily.

With the medicine that Shen Nanzhi secretly added and the kang, Mr. Yuan slept well and his illness was half relieved.

It’s just that coughing is difficult to cure and needs to be slowly recuperated. Now that the fever is gone, the housekeeper is relieved. Miss Shen does have some crooked methods.

He tried this kang and found it good. He didn't have to disturb his husband to add charcoal at night because he could just light it from outside. The house had no smell and was warm and comfortable to stay in. He decided to make one for himself later.

Shen Nanzhi returned to the village. It was indeed cold at night. The water tanks he had used in the morning were frozen a foot thick. Even without global warming, winters in ancient times would have been really cold.

Shen Huai'en was better off. He was wearing a gray cotton cloak, which was made by Shen Nanzhi. There was no fur, so it had to be made of cotton. Fortunately, it was able to keep warm.

"You got up so early, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

Shen Nanzhi's face was a little red from the cold, which made her look even cuter. She slept in the space and didn't feel cold. She also slept long enough and didn't feel sleepy at all. She said, "I don't sleep much and I'm used to getting up early. Let all the villagers make a bed today.

It’s not even winter yet, and it’s already so cold. How are we going to get through the rest of our lives?”

"Where did you learn all these things?"

Shen Nanzhi lied without hesitation, "When I was a child, I met an old Taoist priest. I gave him a bowl of braised pork. After the old Taoist priest was full, he stroked my head and said that he would bless me. When I need it, the immortal will give me instructions, so I naturally thought of it.

This call is like an immortal touching my head, wishing me immortality, I am lucky."

Shen Huai'en's eyes darkened, and he actually believed it a little. Shen Nanzhi smiled and said, "You don't really believe it, do you?

I was just kidding you. I saw it in a book. Look at you, you are so easily fooled."

Shen Huai'en thought of her many abnormalities and felt that no other explanation made sense except this one.

"Okay, don't think too much. People are very smart and can think of all kinds of ways to deal with bad weather. Let's build a kang first."

We asked Shen Qingshan and the old people in the village to come over. There are bricklayers in the village, and every man in the family knows a little bit, so there is no need to hire anyone else.

Shen Nanzhi demonstrated it to them at home. Most people understood it and said, "This is good. The fire is burning under the buttocks. It will definitely not be cold."

"Won't that burn my butt?"

One by one, the topic got off track. Shen Nanzhi wanted to roll her eyes. Are you guys so free?