Six-Year-Old Child, Baojiao, is Busy with Kingdom-Building

"Mom, the medicine is getting cold."

Jiaojiao slid down from her mother, took the elder brother's hand and walked to the stove. Wang Qiusheng hesitated while looking at the bowl of medicine. The younger sister is smart. Although these medicinal materials are familiar, the unknown dosage makes people feel a little worried.

"Jiaojiao, the prescription prescribed by Dr. Li is slightly different from yours. Mother heard that there is an extra medicinal ingredient. Please tell mother what medicinal ingredient is in it just now."

Liu Zhihua coaxed her daughter to go aside, winked at Qiusheng, and signaled to replace the soup in the bowl with water.

Jiaojiao looked up and saw her mother winking at her elder brother. Although she was a human for the first time, she was not stupid as a century-old ginseng essence, so her mother obviously didn't believe her.

Jiaojiao pursed her mouth, and said in a slightly depressed tone: "Mother, the extra ones are ginseng whiskers, I won't harm elder brother."

Liu Zhihua coughed lightly, but she didn't expect to be caught by Jiaojiao, and hurriedly hugged her daughter up and coaxed her: "Jiaojiao, mother is afraid that the amount of medicine you pick is different from that of Dr. Li, and some herbs can kill you if you add too much. Your eldest brother can't stand the torment, when Dr. Li comes back, Jiaojiao will cook it after asking Grandpa Li."

Jiaojiao's big dark eyes were full of seriousness and said: "Mother, the medicinal materials I picked are not poisonous, and ginseng is still a good medicine for curing diseases."

She is very familiar with these plants. They are non-toxic and harmless, and they will never poison people to death.

Liu Zhihua choked, looking at her daughter's bright black and white eyes full of seriousness, she didn't know how to persuade her.

Jiaojiao has never studied medicine, so even if the soup boiled in this way is non-toxic, it is definitely not as effective as the medicine prescribed by Dr. Li, and the weeds in the backyard are not sure whether they are medicinal materials. ,

At this time, Qiu Sheng looked at the little girl and asked, "Jiaojiao, you just said ginseng beard, but is it the beard of ginseng?"

Jiaojiao nodded obediently, "Yes."

Qiu Sheng shook his head and smiled, and explained: "I'm afraid Jiaojiao made a mistake. Ginseng is worth thousands of gold, and it is very rare in medicine stores. How can it be so easy to find?"

Jiaojiao pouted, wanting to explain but didn't know how to start. Seeing the medicine, she ran over with short legs and took a sip.

"Jiaojiao!"

"Little sister!"

Liu Zhihua was so frightened by her daughter's actions that she staggered forward and hugged her daughter, crying and shouting: "Jiaojiao! Hurry up and spit out the medicine you took."

My daughter already has heart disease, so what can I do if she drinks like this!

Qiu Sheng looked anxious, and hurriedly opened his mouth to coax: "Little sister, spit it out quickly..."

Jiaojiao had already swallowed the medicine. Seeing that Mother and elder brother were in such a hurry, she hugged Mother's neck and explained: "The medicine Jiaojiao drank is not poisonous, it is really not poisonous."

As she said that, Jiaojiao said to her elder brother again: "Brother, the medicine is getting cold, Grandpa Li said you can't drink cold medicine."

Qiu Sheng was already impatient, and when he heard what his sister said, he was afraid that she would take another sip, so he picked up the medicine on the table and drank it without thinking.

Originally, he was also nervous, but the medicine he took in was extraordinarily sweet. I don't know if it was a psychological effect or something, and he suddenly felt much refreshed.

Liu Zhihua looked back and saw that her son had drunk too, so she just sat on the ground and patted her legs and cried, "God! If something happens between me, Jiaojiao and Qiusheng today, I will die..."

Jiaojiao looked at her mother like this, and walked around the yard arrogantly, with a pair of big, round black eyes on Bai Nuo's face, she shouted: "Mother, you look fine."

Liu Zhihua wiped away her tears, "Baby, are you really not feeling bad?"

"It's not uncomfortable." Jiaojiao walked around on her short legs, her cheeks were slightly red from the exercise, and her small mouth was bright red.

Liu Zhihua realized that the medicine should be non-toxic, so she hurriedly got up and patted the dirt on her body, walked over, hugged Guaibao in her arms and kissed, sighed with lingering fear: "Jiaojiao, don't scare your mother like this next time." , I don’t want to live without your mother.”

"Mother, Jiaojiao won't lie to you." As she spoke, Jiaojiao took out a small cotton kerchief and carefully wiped away the remaining tears on Mother's cheeks.

Liu Zhihua's heart softened, she hugged her daughter and hurried to see her son again, and asked worriedly: "Qiusheng, Jiaojiao is fine, are you feeling unwell?"

"Mother, I'm not feeling well." Qiu Sheng shook his head. At this moment, his stomach was warm, and it seemed that something was running through his limbs, and his whole body felt an unprecedented sense of lightness.

"Brother, you have to continue to drink medicine tomorrow, so that all the illnesses will be driven away." Jiaojiao's face was full of seriousness.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng was inexplicably convinced that the younger sister really knew the medicinal materials, so he responded with a smile: "Okay, brother, listen to Jiaojiao."

Liu Zhihua frowned when she heard this, and was about to say something, but the words stopped on the edge of her mouth.

Hey, forget it.

Anyway, the medicine is not poisonous.

Qiu Sheng didn't feel unwell, so let them go.

After all this tossing, it's not too early.

Liu Zhihua wanted to go up the hill to sow peanuts. An Dun Qiusheng took care of Jiaojiao, and she went out with a wooden shovel in her hand.

Xiao Li was still sleeping soundly, Qiu Sheng dragged his younger sister to discuss that he would go back to the house and copy the books, the sooner he finished copying, the sooner he could get the money, he would be able to reduce the burden on the family.

Jiaojiao nodded obediently when she heard the words, "Okay, big brother copies books to make money, Jiaojiao doesn't bother."

Qiu Sheng smiled and patted the little girl's head, then carried her back to the earthen house.

The Wang family has four earthen houses, although they are the most dilapidated houses in the village. But Liu Zhihua is very diligent and keeps the house very clean.

In Wang Qiusheng’s room, the wooden windows are large, allowing the light from the outside to come in. In addition to the earthen kang, there is also a small solid wood desk with a few sheets of rice paper and an old and rough writing brush on it.

Although the environment is poor, Qiu Sheng's brows and eyes are shining brightly, obviously he likes this simple desk very much.

While copying the notebook, he told his sister the stories in the notebook.

"In the thirty-sixth year of the state of Jin, there was a great disaster. The locusts crossed the border and no grass grew, and the plague broke out everywhere, and the people suffered unspeakably. At this time, a young celestial master appeared. He was only twelve years old. Covering hands as rain, the disaster was resolved in just a few days, and the emperor specially canonized him as a national teacher..."

Jiaojiaoxiao supported her chin with her hands, leaned over to read the words written by her elder brother while listening.

Qiu Sheng took the writing brush and described it in a leisurely manner. The shaft of the writing brush was a little cracked, and the hair on the tip of the writing brush was rough and frayed at the edges, but the characters written on the paper were small and delicate.

Jiaojiao stared at it without blinking, seeing the beautiful words written by the messy ball of pens, her eyes lit up in surprise.

The more I looked at it, the more miraculous it became. The eager little hands also learned to write on the table. While writing, they followed the elder brother and said, "National Teacher."

When Qiu Sheng heard about it, he raised his eyes and saw that the younger sister was learning to write on the table with her small hands, and the writing was still decent.

He put down his pen and said with a smile, "Jiaojiao, big brother will teach you how to write in the future, okay?"