In the middle of the night, Jiang Lu's fever subsided, and Zhou Chunhe opened his scarlet eyes and fed her water.

"You should also lie down and take a rest." Jiang Lu felt a little distressed, her voice choked with sobs.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. You go to bed quickly. Come on, drink some water. The doctor said you need to drink more water..." Zhou Chunhe rambled on endlessly.

"You are like a nagging mother-in-law." Jiang Lu smiled softly.

"Then my mother doesn't talk as much as I do." Zhou Chunhe paused and continued, "Who asked you to worry me so much in the middle of the night that you can't let me talk anymore?"

"Let, let, say it hard." Jiang Lu suddenly said.

He is obviously a man who is not good at talking, but now he is like a nagging mother, repeating the doctor's words over and over again.

"Here, drink some more water." Zhou Chunhe scooped another spoonful of water to his mouth.

The water was warm, and it was rare for this man to be so attentive.

"Are you scared?" Jiang Lu grabbed Zhou Chunhe's hand.

Zhou Chunhe turned away, "Who are you afraid of? I'm not afraid of ghosts. Are you afraid of this?"

"I'm fine, and so is the child." Jiang Lu ignored his harsh words, "I will give you a second and third baby in the future."

"You prodigal ladies, you are going to bankrupt the old Zhou family." Zhou Chunhe glared at her.

Jiang Lu then remembered that she was only allowed to have one child at this time.

"Don't worry, the money will be there and the children will be there too."

"Isn't it because she has a fever?" Zhou Chunhe touched her forehead with his hand, then touched his own, and wondered, "I don't have a fever."

"I want to sleep."

"Go to sleep." Zhou Chunhe tucked her in the quilt, patted her quilt, and almost sang a lullaby. It was like a loving mother.

Jiang Lu's breath was even and he fell asleep.

"You really scared me to death. I thought I was really going to lose you... Little girl, you have to take good care of me from now on... Forget it, you are doing me a favor by taking care of yourself..." Zhou Chunhe photographed

He looked at his wife and started talking to himself.

The next day, the doctor came to see Jiang Lu and made sure that there was no serious problem and asked them to go back and recuperate.

"Doctor, are you sure everything is okay? Do you want to be hospitalized for a few more days of observation?" Zhou Chunhe asked.

The doctor glanced at Zhou Chunhe resentfully, "Comrade, your wife is fine. You asked me a dozen times last night. You have to believe me, okay? Go home now. I'm going home too."

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"Doctor, if you don't want to give me any more..." Zhou Chunhe wanted to say more.

"Doctor, thank you for your hard work. We'll go back right now." Jiang Lu pinched Zhou Chunhe to prevent him from talking anymore.

The doctor breathed out a sigh of relief. He really looked at Zhou Chunhe as he was a bit burly, otherwise he would have been beaten up a long time ago.

On the way back, Zhou Chunhe still wanted to carry her away, but Jiang Lu refused. People on the road looked at them sideways, thinking that she was pregnant and going to heaven.

Entering the village, smoke drifted from the roofs of every house in Wangjiaba, and people were working in groups in the fields.

"What to do with today's food?" Jiang Lu asked Zhou Chunhe.

"I don't know. I was anxious last night and asked my mother to bring a message to the second master. I don't know if my mother went." Zhou Chunhe didn't know what to do.

Pushing open the courtyard door, Mrs. Zhou was sitting in the courtyard, her hair disheveled, in a daze.

"Mother?" Zhou Chunhe called out three times before Mrs. Zhou responded.

"Where is my grandson?" is the first sentence.

Jiang Lu shook his head and went into the house. Zhou Chunhe's eyes warned his mother, "Shouldn't I ask how your daughter-in-law is doing first?"

"How is she?" Mrs. Zhou was indeed obedient.

"Nothing's wrong, the fever has gone away..."

"What about my grandson?" Mrs. Zhou asked about her grandson again before her son finished speaking.

"It's okay!" Zhou Chunhe realized his wife's helplessness and turned to leave.

Mrs. Zhou was secretly happy for a while, then she clasped her hands together and bowed three times to the sky.

"Oh, yes, did you talk to the second master yesterday?"

"What did you say? You didn't say anything!" Mrs. Zhou said angrily, and knocked on Jiang Lu's door.

"Lu'er, Mom will boil two eggs for you and add more sugar for you to eat later." Mrs. Zhou didn't care about her sad face just now and called her "Lu'er" affectionately.

Zhou Chunhe made a vomiting gesture, "Mother, you have really become a master through cultivation."

"Go away! Are you talking about your mother like that?" Mrs. Zhou was not ashamed at all.

Zhou Chunhe was worried and went to the second master's house.

The second master was not at home. After asking, he found out that the second master was worried about Daman and Xiya and had taken them to deliver the food himself.

Zhou Chunhe felt extremely grateful.

The father's love he lacked was felt by the second master.

But by chance, I met Wang Hongtang.

Seeing Zhou Chunhe coming this way, Wang Hongtang quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed Zhou Chunhe a cigarette, and took out a match to light it.

Zhou Chunhe did nothing and had already lit a cigarette in his mouth.

If you don’t smoke, you won’t smoke.

"Uncle Wang, what do you think you are doing?" Zhou Chunhe pretended to be confused, pretending to understand.

"Tonight at the village committee, we are going to ask everyone to choose who will be the teacher in the village. Chunhe, you didn't forget what you said in the field that day. You said you wanted to choose one of your own." Wang Hongtang reminded with a smile.

"I haven't forgotten, don't worry." Zhou Chunhe said.

"That's good, I'll thank his brother for Xingquan." Wang Hongtang asked.

In the past, I often used Zhou Chunhe as a negative teaching material to scare my children, saying that if they didn't study hard, they would become a gangster like Zhou Chunhe and be despised by others.

"It's easy to talk about." Zhou Chunhe smiled and took a long puff of cigarette.

Wang Hongtang stuffed the remaining pack of cigarettes into Zhou Chunhe's pocket and said, "Take it and smoke."

Zhou Chunhe was not polite, he would take advantage of everyone he saw.

On the way, he went to the fields to look at his own vegetables. He was not very good at growing vegetables, and the vegetables he grew could never keep up with the lushness of others. At this time, he always sighed, if only he had half the skills of the second master.

, but no matter what the second master taught him, he just couldn't grow this vegetable.

There is another person in Wangjiaba who grows vegetables called Zhou Chunhe, and that is Liu Xinghua's brother, Liu Guanshan. Once the land is in his hands, it is really just like playing for fun.

Zhou Chunhe had to accept it.

When she got home, Mrs. Zhou sent her son to bring a bowl of eggs to Jiang Lu.

"Hey, four eggs, mother, don't you feel bad?" Zhou Chunhe said with a smile.

"You brat, are you trying to distract your mother? Why don't I feel bad, but for the sake of my grandson, no matter how much I have to bear, I have to give up." Mrs. Zhou made it clear that she had told a lot of nonsense in her life, and she was not afraid of telling nonsense.

Can't tell the truth?

For a while, she felt almost invincible.

Jiang Lu had woken up a long time ago, but she just didn't want to get up. She had heard everything Mrs. Zhou said in the yard, and she admired this mother-in-law very much.

No matter what, it's better than someone stumbling behind your back.

As you live your life, there will inevitably be bumps in the rocks and slanted branches. How can you always follow your own wishes? In the adult world, you are either smoothed by life or smoothed by others, both of which are time-consuming and laborious.
Chapter completed!