Two Hundred and Twenty-Six From Head to Toe

Han Defu said triumphantly about her process of rectifying Qi Huarong: "It couldn't be easier, I bumped into this little guy Qi Huarong, and I grabbed his arm, at least several inches long, hehe. !"

Shen Jiao patted Han Defu on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Tomorrow I'll make you salted egg yolk mooncakes, you can handle the egg whites!"

"Okay, stinky virtue likes to eat egg whites, I eat egg yolks, we divide the labor and cooperate!" Handoff was elated.

Shen Jiao silently shed tears of sympathy for Han Dexing. Yesterday's salted protein was basically eaten by Han Dexing. According to Han Dewei, this fat man almost drank Han Qiguang's water tank in one night. When I got up dozens of times to the toilet, neither of them could sleep well.

However, one of these two enemies is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, and they both enjoy it!

Handoff was alone for a while, and then asked, "Jiaojiao, when will your medicinal powder work?"

"Three days, Qi Huarong will not dare to go out after three days of custody, just wait and see!"

Shen Jiao was very confident, she had prepared this medicine in her previous life, and she had tested it with the dog in the house. Within three days, the dog was covered with sores, and the stench was unpleasant. Shen Jiao applied the medicine to it and it got better.

Qi Huarong will definitely not be able to escape this time!

Thinking of Qi Huarong's appearance of sores all over her body, Shen Jiao and Han Defu looked at each other with a wicked smile, and the flower of friendship blossomed even more vividly!

Qi family

Qi Huarong looked in the mirror in panic. There were several sores on her fair neck, pus, and a strange smell, a bit like a body odor. Even she couldn't stand the smell, it was disgusting.

Not only on the neck, but also on the hands, body, and legs. Except for the face, the whole body is covered with this kind of abscess, and it is worse than the neck, and the yellow pus keeps flowing out. , As soon as the undershirt was put on, it was soiled with pus, and it stinks.

What exactly is going on?

How could she have sores inexplicably?

It was obvious that she had never touched anything dirty or ate anything indiscriminately!

How can she go out like this?

Qi Huarong touched her face with trembling hands. Fortunately, her face was still intact and there were no sores, which made her feel a little comforted!

Shen Jiao sneered: Don't worry, I'll be here soon!

Qi Huamin came back with a handful of fresh weeds in his hand. Qi Huarong seemed to have seen a savior and asked eagerly, "Brother, can these herbs cure me?"

"Let's try it for now, if it doesn't work, change it again." Qi Huamin raised his sword eyebrows, not in a good mood.

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival, Shen Jiao has not been here once. Although she used to come rarely, she can come two or three times a month, and she will send Zhu Siya to bring some food from time to time. If you don't come, you stop eating.

Did Shen Jiao find something?

impossible!

Qi Huamin still had confidence in his Mongolian sweat medicine. It was a recipe he got from an ancient book. Even Old Master Qi didn't know about it, and it was even more impossible for Shen Jiao to know.

There must be other reasons. After Hua Rong's skin disease is cured, he will go to the Shen family to inquire about it. He will definitely get the Shen family's prescription!

A stench spread into his nose, Qi Huamin frowned slightly, Hua Rong's sore is really strange, he has changed several prescriptions, but it is useless, the sore on his body is getting worse and worse. This trend, I am afraid that it will spread to the top of the head within three days!

Imagine Qi Huarong who was rotten from head to toe, Qi Huamin couldn't help but gasp!

"I'm going to cook!"

Qi Huarong felt sorry for himself for a while, and then got up to prepare dinner. Mr. Qi's three meals a day were very punctual, and he would not be happy a few minutes earlier or later.

"You go to the bath with these medicinal soups, I will make dinner."

Qi Huamin scooped the boiled brown medicinal soup into the bucket,

He asked Qi Huarong to take a bath. After Qi Huarong went to the bathroom, Qi Huamin sighed lightly. The stench of Huarong's body made the cooked rice really in his mouth.

Mr. Qi came back with the medicine box on his back. Seeing that Qi Huamin was cooking dinner, he asked, "Is Hua Rong's sore better?"

"Not yet, I have collected Qianliguang, Shichangpu, Mint, Cnidium, Honeysuckle... and boiled it into medicinal soup for her to take a bath. I hope this time it will be good." Qi Huamin replied respectfully with his head bowed.

Mr. Qi nodded, and he was quite satisfied with Qi Huamin's prescription. After thinking about it, he said, "If it doesn't work, then add Angelica and Cicada, and take it orally and soak it in soup."

"Yes, grandson knows." Qi Huamin replied.

Mr. Qi put down the medicine box and wanted to go to the backyard to take a bath. Qi Huamin said, "Grandpa, Grandpa Shen entertained our family last time during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Why don't we go back to invite the Shen family in a few days, what does Grandpa think?"

The old man Qi turned to look at Qi Huamin, looked at it for a few seconds, his expression was a little serious, Qi Huamin was uneasy, what did the old man think, or what did he find?

"No need, our food is not good, so we won't invite others. Your grandfather Shen won't care."

After Mr. Qi finished speaking, he went to the backyard. He ignored Qi Huamin, who had not finished speaking. Qi Huamin clenched his fists, and his eyes shone brightly. He was no longer as respectful and courteous as before, but ambitious.

Qi Huarong used countless herbal soups, and her skin was soaked until several layers of skin were removed, but the sores on her body were not healed at all, they were getting worse and worse, and her face was full of sores. I wish I could soak in the medicinal soup all day and not go out to meet people.

But the clothes that are changed every day at home always go to the river at the foot of the mountain to wash, not only her own clothes, but also Mr. Qi and Qi Huamin's clothes. There is a big bucket of clothes to wash every day.

Qi Huarong was wearing a long coat and trousers, wrapped tightly around her body, and wrapped her entire head with a gauze, so that she could not see through the wind. After all, the farm is already very cold in autumn.

But in N province, October is a good time for autumn and fresh air. At most, you can only wear two pieces of clothes. Some people who are afraid of the heat even wear a long-sleeved shirt. How strange!

Qi Huarong deliberately chose noon to wash her clothes. At this time, there would not be many people by the river, but she was not lucky today, and she heard voices and laughter as soon as she walked to the river.

It was the enemy Han Defu and Shen Jiao, as well as Han Dexing and Han De, Han Sigui and Han Sili, and the Han Gao family and some women next to them gathered together to wash the quilt covers.

Qi Huarong's heart skipped a beat, and she wanted to go back immediately, but Han Sigui shouted: "Huarong is doing the laundry, there is still a vacancy here!"

Han Gao glared fiercely at his daughter, Han Sigui stuck out his tongue, and did not dare to make a sound, and ran over to accompany Han Defu, Shen Jiao and the others to touch the little fish.