Sheng Qingyuan spent a lot of effort to get Shen Zhao onto his back, supported the tree trunk on the side, and then put Shen Zhao on his back with another effort.

Shen Zhao was a few years older than her, but much taller than her. His heavy body pressed against her thin back, as if he could bend her at any time.

Sheng Qingyuan gritted her teeth and carried Shen Zhao back home in a daze.

The distance is obviously only one mile, but it seems as far away as walking a hundred miles.

When she got home, Sheng Qingyuan was obviously very tired, but she didn't dare to rest at all. She quickly gave Shen Zhao a basic examination to see if he had any other wounds. Then she was worried and went to see the doctor in the village.

However, the medical skills of the doctors in the village were far inferior to hers, and they could not give any good advice at all.

Shen Zhao had a lot of wounds, big and small, but they were only superficial wounds that would heal in two or three days, as was the case with his head.

Shen Zhao had a bump where he hit the tree stump, but there was no bleeding.

There are no professional medical equipment for examination here, and now Shen Zhao has been unconscious again, which makes her very worried about whether the collision will have any impact on Shen Zhao.

On this day, Shen Zhao did not wake up, and Sheng Qingyuan did not dare to leave easily, and always stayed by his side.

Shen Zhao was unconscious for a whole day and night. When he woke up, he saw Sheng Qingyuan sitting next to him on the cold ground, leaning against the edge of the bed, his head moving little by little.

When he was in a coma, although he couldn't wake up, he could vaguely feel that someone was watching over him, applying medicine, wiping him, and giving him water, all in detail.

Looking at Sheng Qingyuan next to the bed, her small face seemed to be a little thinner, and there was a faint dark green under her eyes.

Shen Zhao couldn't help but raise his hand and stretched it towards Sheng Qingyuan's little head.

As soon as her hand touched Sheng Qingyuan's head, she woke up and said happily: "Are you awake?"

Sheng Qingyuan stood up immediately, but because he got up too quickly, his eyes suddenly turned white and he almost fell down.

Shen Zhao immediately reached out to support her.

Sheng Qingyuan smiled and said: "Don't worry, I'm fine. I just woke up a little hastily. How do you feel now? Does your head hurt? Do you feel dizzy and want to vomit?"

"It's okay." Shen Zhao said in a cold voice.

This seemed a little colder than usual, but Sheng Qingyuan didn't take it to heart.

I guess I just woke up and don't really want to talk.

Sheng Qingyuan checked his pulse and confirmed that he was fine, then reluctantly felt relieved, but still couldn't help but warned:

"Although you don't have any serious problems now, hitting your head is a big or small matter. You still need to have a good rest and stop thinking wildly."

"Yeah." Shen Zhao nodded lightly and said very little.

Sheng Qingyuan brought Shen Zhao warm water and the steamed buns she had made before.

At noon, Sheng Qingyuan took some chicken, cut the chicken breast into shreds, made a pot of shredded chicken porridge, and made two light side dishes.

It looks light, but the fragrance is overflowing, making people feel appetizing when smelling it.

The chicken shredded porridge is very fresh and sweet in the mouth. The chicken shreds are cooked just right and are very tender. In addition, the weather is still cold. A mouthful of hot chicken shredded porridge makes me feel warm all over.

The coldness on Shen Zhao's face when he first woke up seemed to have been melted away by the hot pot of shredded chicken porridge.

Shen Zhao fell into silence as he looked at Sheng Qingyuan, who was busy and caring about him, but didn't obviously have much affection between men and women.

While Sheng Qingyuan was busy, Shen Zhao took out some paper and ink and wrote something on it.

On weekdays, Shen Zhao's handwriting is relatively neat, but you can vaguely see some hidden domineering power.

But today's handwriting was very vigorous and powerful. After he finished the last stroke, a cold light quickly flashed across his eyes.

When Sheng Qingyuan came in, he saw Shen Zhao putting what he had just written down into the stove to burn.

"You should have a good rest now." Sheng Qingyuan said with a bit of dissatisfaction.

After speaking, he was afraid that his tone was too strong, so he added: "I don't want to condemn you, but since you are a patient now, you should listen to the doctor's words, so that you can get better faster. At that time, what do you want to do? I won’t even stop you.”

"It's up to you." Shen Zhao nodded slightly in agreement.

"If you feel bored, just read a book. If you finish reading, I will go to town tomorrow to see if there are any other interesting books. If you want to go out to bask in the sun, I'm afraid you won't be able to do that today. You will have to rest for at least one more day. "

Seeing Sheng Qingyuan's little mouth nagging non-stop, Shen Zhao didn't feel impatient at all. On the contrary, he felt very warm.

It was as if he suddenly fell into a glacier, with a vast expanse of white in front of him, and he didn't know where to go. At this time, the warm sun appeared and a torch appeared. Maybe it couldn't show him the way forward, but it gave him the motivation to move forward. .

"Okay." Shen Zhao nodded in agreement.

In the past two days, Sheng Qingyuan's focus was on Shen Zhao, so the amount of sour bamboo shoots produced was less.

Seeing that Shen Zhao's condition had stabilized, and after observing him for a few days, he didn't see anything wrong, and the swelling on his head began to disappear slowly, he found time to continue making sour bamboo shoots again.

Sanniu's voice suddenly sounded outside the door: "Is Brother Shen at home?"

At this moment, Shen Zhao was sitting in the room reading a book. When he heard his voice, he turned his wheelchair and went to the door: "Brother Sanniu, why are you here suddenly?"

Sanniu was suddenly stunned when he saw Shen Zhao coming out of the house.

He always felt that Brother Shen seemed different from usual, but he couldn't tell exactly what the difference was.

"Sanniu brothers?" Shen Zhao called again.

After hearing the commotion, Sheng Qingyuan also came out and asked, "But what's the problem with the sour bamboo shoots in the restaurant?"

Sanniu finally came back to his senses and said with a smile: "There is indeed something wrong."

Sheng Qingyuan's heart was raised and she asked: "What's the problem?"

The smile on Sanniu's face became even bigger, "The problem is, there are too few."

Sanniu explained with a smile: "The sour bamboo shoots and prescriptions provided by my sister-in-law are very good, and the guests really like them. Our restaurant is full every day these days and is very busy, so our shopkeeper asked me to ask, Let’s see if my sister-in-law can supply more. We’ll charge as much as there is. The shopkeeper also said that if my sister-in-law can supply more, he is willing to give her five cents more per jar.”

Sheng Qingyuan thought for a while and said: "Of course it is possible, but it takes time to pickle the sour bamboo shoots. There are some here, you can take them first. I will provide more in a few days."

"Okay, the shopkeeper asked me to give my sister-in-law part of the money first, which will be used as a deposit. When my sister-in-law delivers the pickled bamboo shoots, I will give the rest of the money to my sister-in-law." Sanniu said happily.

"Thank you for your hard work. It's almost lunch time. Do you want to come and have a simple meal?" Sheng Qingyuan invited.

Sanniu declined politely: "I'll come back when I'm free next time. The restaurant's business is really good these days. I have to go back to help first. See you, brother Shen, and see you, sister-in-law."

"If it's too hard, don't force it." Shen Zhao said with a hint of heartache in his eyes.

Sheng Qingyuan shook his head and said: "You would be a fool if you don't make money if you have money. However, we need a larger amount. It is really not possible to rely on me alone."

After thinking about it, Sheng Qingyuan's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

If she was alone, she wouldn't be able to supply much, but what if more people could come?

That afternoon, Sheng Qingyuan sent a message to the village that she was willing to spend money to buy bamboo shoots from the mountain.

After the news spread, not many people believed it, and everyone thought she was just joking.

After all, the food is not delicious and will eat bad people. There are plenty of it on the mountain, so who would be willing to spend money to buy it?

Until the next day, no one came.

The first ones to arrive were Mrs. Sheng and Aunt Sheng.

"What are you doing here?" Sheng Qingyuan's expression turned ugly when she saw these two people.

Second Aunt Sheng immediately accused: "Mom, what do you think of her attitude?! Let's kindly remind her that she actually talks to us like this! Sheng Qingyuan, do you still have elders like us in your eyes?"

Sheng Qingyuan said coldly: "Elders? The so-called elders who stole the things my parents left for me, but have not given me a full meal for many years? Are you worthy?"

"You, you, mother, look at her!"

Mrs. Sheng ordered with a stern face: "Quickly stop your news about collecting bamboo shoots. You are teasing the people in the village like this. Are you going to kill the Sheng family?"

The expression on Sheng Qingyuan's face became colder and colder, "First, I have little relationship with you, so you don't have to worry about the so-called implication; second, I never thought about fooling the people in the village. Since I said I would spend money to buy it, I I won’t deceive anyone.”

"That crappy food is unpalatable and will eat bad people. What fool would want such a thing and you still spend money? It's definitely a lie at first glance." Second Aunt Sheng said with disdain on her face.

Sheng Qingyuan did not want to continue to argue with them: "If you are not here to send bamboo shoots, then please leave or not."

"I've really turned against you!!" Second Aunt Sheng said angrily, raising her hand to step forward and slap Sheng Qingyuan.

On one side of Sheng Qingyuan's body, Second Aunt Sheng jumped into the air and came into close contact with the earth in embarrassment.

"Rebellion!" Old Mrs. Sheng was furious.

When Mrs. Sheng was about to teach Sheng Qingyuan a lesson, Shen Zhao's cold voice sounded: "As elders, you two have never fulfilled your responsibilities as elders. Now that you don't understand the facts clearly, you accuse and curse indiscriminately, and even If you want to take action, how do you deserve to be the elders of Qingyuan?!"

Sheng Qingyuan's heart was full of anger. When she heard Shen Zhao's voice, her heart suddenly warmed up and her anger was reduced a bit.

"You..." Mrs. Sheng was about to retort, but another voice sounded.

"Girl Sheng, I went up the mountain to dig some bamboo shoots. Can you see if they can be used?" Li Gen carried a basket behind his back and carried one in each hand, which was filled with fresh bamboo shoots.

When Sheng Qingyuan saw it, his eyes immediately lit up: "It comes in handy, these bamboo shoots dug by Uncle Genzi are very good, just what I need."

Sheng Qingyuan immediately counted the number and weight of the bamboo shoots, calculated the money and gave it to Li Gen.

Li Gen quickly refused: "You can't collect it, you can't collect it. It's just a matter of bare hands. There are so many bamboo shoots on the mountain that it doesn't take much effort."

Sheng Qingyuan insisted: "Uncle Genzi, I will only need more bamboo shoots in the future. I also pointed out that more people can bring me more bamboo shoots like Uncle Genzi, but if you don't accept the money,

, I will be embarrassed to ask you for help in the future."

"But, this is too much." Li Gen looked at the money in his hand, feeling a little uneasy.

"No more, no more."

"But, girl, what do you want with so many bamboo shoots?" Li Gen asked doubtfully.

"Uncle Genzi, if you are free today, why not stay for a meal, so you will understand." Sheng Qingyuan said with a smile.

Mrs. Sheng and Aunt Sheng looked at the money Sheng Qingyuan gave Li Gen, and their eyes turned red with jealousy.
Chapter completed!