Rebirth of farming for a living

Someone was lying on the ground.

There was someone next to me.

How is this going?

It's too hot. Could it be heatstroke?

Li Qiuyan ignored Du Bajin's movement to stop him and got off the carriage.

3 minutes ago.

He Qiang was too tired to walk. Seeing his master squatting on the ground looking at the sugar cane with great interest, he decided to throw away the baggage and lie on the ground to let it rot for a while.

Unexpectedly, his old master, who was over sixty years old, lay down before he could lie down!

Fortunately, he was not far from his master, and he quickly supported him.

Therefore, he did not knock his master on the head.

But due to inertia, the master still fell to the ground.

He Qiangqiang didn't know whether his master got up violently or something else. His master only said that his eyes were getting dark and he lay on the ground without getting up.

No, there's no one around here.

Why is it so strong that the sky cannot respond and the earth cannot work?

We can't leave the weak old master to find someone on his own, and he can't carry it on his back. What should we do?

He Qiangqiang really could only do it in a hurry.

Fortunately, the master did not faint. He Qiangqiang could only hope that the master would recover after a while.

Li Qiuyan got off the carriage, his face a little solemn.

She didn't like to meddle in other people's business, but when she saw someone fainting on the ground, it was hard to leave it alone when life and death were at stake.

As for whether she would be blackmailed or something, Li Qiuyan was not sure, but she couldn't pretend not to see it.

In fact, He Qiangqiang saw it as soon as the carriage turned around. Unexpectedly, just as he was about to wave, the carriage stopped on its own.

Good man, great man.

He Qiangqiang burst into tears.

"What's going on?" Li Qiuyan walked to the two of them and frowned.

Hearing this question, He Qiangqiang felt even more like listening to fairy music, and tears flowed down unconsciously: "Master said that his eyes were dark and he couldn't get up."

As he said that, he even cried out.

No, for such a big man to cry like this, is this old man bad?

Li Qiuyan couldn't care less and squatted down to check.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he squatted down, the old man opened his eyes: "Qiang Qiang, why are you howling in mourning!"

Although the old man's voice was a bit soft, it could be heard that there was no big problem.

"Master, master, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." He Qiangqiang kept crying.

Li Qiuyan cried a little because of He Qiangqiang.

"Old man, what makes you uncomfortable?"

Now that we've gotten out of the car, let's ask.

"Dizziness, lack of energy. I'm fine squatting on the ground, but I feel dizzy when I stand up." The old man didn't say anything.

Oh, I see.

Although Li Qiuyan didn't understand medical skills, he could roughly guess: "It should be hypoglycemia."

I also suffered from hypoglycemia in my previous life and could not squat for long periods of time.

I always have candy on me.

Although there were only bags of brown sugar in the car at this time, there was also some sour plum soup.

"What blood? Master didn't bleed." He Qiangqiang was a little confused.

Li Qiuyan ignored the stunned boy and shouted to the back: "Jiang Zhe, bring some sour plum juice."

Jiang Zhe had been standing next to Li Qiuyan for a long time. After hearing Li Qiuyan's words, Li Mu turned around first, went back to the car and took a new bamboo tube and handed it over.

"You feed it to your master." Li Qiuyan took it and handed it to He Qiangqiang.

"what is this?"

He Qiangqiang was surprised when he opened it.

The bamboo tube, which looked ordinary on the surface, actually had a hint of coolness coming from inside.

The dark soup has some finely chopped osmanthus floating on it.

When I got closer and took a whiff, it actually made my mouth water.

"This is the sour plum soup we made ourselves to drink on ice. There is ice in it. I guess your master is too hot. Drinking some will help him recover." Jiang Zhe gave a rare explanation.

This sounds pretty good, but He Qiangqiang is a little hesitant. Can he give his master something to drink from an unknown source?

When He Qiangqiang hesitated, he didn't realize that his old master had swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva when he heard the ice drink.

Is it ice? Is it ice?

Old man, it’s really hot.

It's really hot here.

Although it was not as horribly hot as the asphalt road in the previous life, the ground was still very hot after being exposed to the sun for a long time.

If he hadn't been so dizzy and uncomfortable, the old man wouldn't have been able to lie down just because of the temperature on the ground.

"This bamboo tube is new. The food business we do in Fucheng is very clean."

Perhaps seeing He Qiang's hesitation, Li Qiuyan explained a little more.

Looking at the old man's clothes, I can tell that he should be somewhat particular about it. It's normal for the servants to have concerns.

The old man gently tugged on He Qiangqiang's trousers, and He Qiangqiang received the hint from his master.

It seems that these people in front of me are not bad people.

He Qiangqiang no longer hesitated, opened the lid, and drank the dark soup to his master.

Ah, after taking one bite, the old man felt that the taste was quite special, sour, sweet, and ice-cold.

It should be the credit of the sour plum soup. The old man felt that he had really relaxed a lot. He simply took it with both hands and drank heavily into the bamboo tube.

He Qiangqiang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is there any more? Get one for this little brother too." Seeing that the old man was much better, the young man regained consciousness and began to swallow his saliva. Li Qiuyan was not stingy with an extra bottle of sour plum soup.

"Yes, yes." Li Mu handed over another one.

Fortunately, it's hot today, so I'm well prepared.

He Qiang's eyes lit up.

When Li Qiuyan saw He Qiangqiang opening the bamboo tube, he felt that there was nothing he could do to help, so he planned to turn around and return to the carriage.

Thinking about it, I feel a little uneasy. After all, I don't know any medical skills. I am not sure whether the old man has hypoglycemia, heat stroke, or other problems. After all, sour plum soup is not medicine. Has he really gotten better?

The elderly are not young, so don’t delay your illness by not paying attention to it.

Li Qiuyan hesitated for a moment before turning around and asking more: "Are you feeling better? How about I send you to a medical clinic?"

"Really?" He Qiangqiang looked hopeful.

As he spoke, he quietly put his hand towards his master's face, trying to cover his mouth.

I was afraid that I would still have to walk if the master came to say something.