The eldest lady became popular in the farming variety show

Jiang Hexi slept until it was completely dark.

She was in a hazy dream and struggled to wake up.

In the end, it was Yu Xiangwan who pulled back the quilt and shook her shoulders to wake her up:

"Sister Xi, get up and have some egg porridge."

Jiang Hexi struggled to get up from the bed and looked at the empty house. She asked uncomfortably, "Where is this?"

“Shangrao Village.”

Yu Xiangwan took out a warm towel and put it on her red and swollen eyes. "The village chief found a temporary resettlement site for us. We can go back when the flood recedes."

Jiang Hexi felt the warm touch on her eyelids, and tears rolled down her cheeks again.

Yu Xiangwan watched her tears falling, her heart twisted, she choked with sobs and said:

"Sister Xi, please... stop crying..."

Jiang Hexi held his chin in silence, took off the towel from his eyes, wiped away his tears and said:

"Don't cry Wanwan, I want to drink porridge."

Yu Xiangwan handed the bowl of porridge to her and told her with a forced smile:

"Chu Yang made the firewood, King Yan cooked the porridge, and I laid the eggs. Let's see how they taste."

Jiang Hexi didn't say anything. She stuffed porridge into her mouth spoonful after spoonful to suppress the sobs in her throat.

Yu Xiangwan reached out and touched her forehead. It wasn't hot. She breathed a sigh of relief and said,

"I saw you caught in the rain before, and after coming here you were lying on the bed drowsy. I thought you had a cold. Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise I would have been scared to death."

Jiang Hexi tried hard to swallow the porridge in his mouth and murmured softly, "I'm fine."

After dinner, Yu Xiangwan urged her to go out for a walk.

Jiang Hexi had no choice but to put on his coat and stand under the eaves.

The rain was still falling outside, and two ducks were playing in the water in the yard.

She stared at the two ducks, and was so absorbed in them for a moment that she didn't even notice Yan Jie approaching her.

"These two ducks drifted over with the flood and fell into the ditch. We picked them up."

Yan Jie looked at her pale face and said, "I wanted to bring it back to make old duck soup for you, but then I found out that no one knew how to kill a duck."

He was teasing her. As long as she smiled, he felt that there was no hurdle he couldn't overcome.

But Jiang Hexi couldn't laugh at all.

Her voice was so light that it was blown away by the wind:

"I will kill the ducks, but I want to leave them here to play in the water. It's not easy to survive a flood, don't you think?"

"Then let them live."

Yan Jie pretended to be nonchalant and said, "I originally fished them back to eat their meat, but ended up having to pay two cabbages for it. I actually did such a losing business."

He was teasing her again, but she didn't react at all, and there was still no smile on her face.

Jiang Hexi went back to her room when she was tired of standing, and fell asleep on the small bed again.

It was not until eight o'clock in the evening that Chai Fei and Yu Xiangwan came back from taking a shower. They called her twice but there was no response from her.

Yu Xiangwan cautiously touched her forehead and felt it was burning hot. She was so scared that she lost her voice and said:

"Sister Xi has a fever!"

Chai Fei went to look through the suitcase, found a few boxes of cold medicine, and stuffed them all into Yu Xiangwan's arms, "See if you can take these medicines."

Yu Xiangwan took out cephalexin and ibuprofen and fed them into Jiang Hexi's mouth along with mineral water:

"Ask the next door if there is a thermometer and bring one over."

Chai Fei hurried out and knocked on the door of the next room "dong dong dong".

Shen Yingyu waited until Chu Yang put on his short-sleeved shirt before he opened the door. "What's the hurry? You're about to smash the door."

Chai Fei had no time to joke with him, "Sister Xi has a fever, do you have a thermometer?"

Yan Jie was sleeping on the upper bunk of a bunk bed. He turned over and jumped off the bed. Without asking anything, he rushed through the door like a gust of wind and went straight into the triple room next door.

Shen Yingyu reacted a little slowly, "I'll get you a thermometer."

Jiang Hexi had a high fever at night, and the thermometer showed it was 39.3 degrees.

She lay drowsily on the bed, her face flushed with a sickly color. Yu Xiangwan wrung out the towel in her hand and applied a cold compress to her forehead.

Director Chen was standing at the door, still making a phone call to coordinate the boat to come over.

Yan Jie had been standing by her little bed, secretly holding her hand through the quilt where no one could see.

"What time do you take the fever-reducing medicine?"

"Eight o'clock. The next time we eat, the earliest will be twelve o'clock."

"Is Sister Xi sweating?"

"No, I'm still burning hot."

Yan Jie couldn't wait any longer, so he stood up and walked towards Director Chen. As he passed the small bed where the luggage was placed, he walked too fast and knocked the things in the suitcase to the ground.

He picked up the book on the ground, and his hands paused: "National Technical Regulations for High-Yield and High-Efficiency Wheat Cultivation".

Another book is "Wheat Planting and Pest Control".

The next book is "Chinese Wheat Science".

Every remaining book is about wheat farming.

When the guests and staff in the room saw the books dropped on the floor, they were all so sad that they were speechless.

It turned out that the funny books she gave away were all disguises, and what she really wanted to bring were these books related to wheat planting.

Just like her, she seems funny and silly, but in fact she is the most persistent and serious.

Yan Jie picked up the calendar on the ground and saw four big words written on the title page:

Maimai Calendar.

She marked every day related to wheat planting, and wrote a few words of experience on the side:

"The tillage progress bar is at 90%. The wheat seeds got damp. Fortunately, after being dried overnight, my wheat seeds were finally saved."

"The 13th is a memorable day. All the thousand acres of wheat have been planted. I want to give myself a big chicken drumstick, but the village chief said that I still need to apply fertilizer..(＿＿)ノ｜壁"

"Today, when I passed by a wheat field, I found that my Maimai was much shorter than other wheat fields. I was so angry. If other wheat fields have something, my Maimai must have it too!"

"I got Maimai's fertilizer, it's Zhu Dali's new compound fertilizer with a scientific ratio, hehe."

"..."

The last message was dated today, with only one line of small font on it, writing down her endless sadness:

I can't seem to do anything right. This time I really want to plant some crops on this land, but all my wheat is flooded.

Her spirit was broken.

Yan Jie handed the calendar to Yu Xiangwan and quickly walked to Director Chen:

"I want to send Ximei away if there is a boat coming tonight."

"The village chief is unable to coordinate the arrangements. The earliest they can send a boat over is in the morning," Director Chen said helplessly.

Yan Jie then asked him: "Where is the village doctor? I want to send Ximei there for an injection."

"The village doctor is in Qijia Lane. I'll contact him for you right away."

Director Chen said worriedly, "The village road is full of water, and it's raining heavily outside. How are you going to cross half the village?"

Yan Jie said resolutely: "Even if I have to carry her on my back, I will carry her over."