Spring comes to the desperate place

As he took a sip of the warm rice soup, Gu Fengyue became even more certain that this family must be a wealthy one. Only wealthy families could afford to eat such fine rice. Add to that the aroma that lingered around his nose, and you could tell that they might be cooking chicken soup on the stove.

Song Chunlin fed him one spoonful at a time, and soon a bowl of rice soup was finished. After he finished eating, Song Chunlin remembered that he should feed the rice soup first and then the medicine, but it shouldn't make much difference.

Song Chunlin served another bowl of chicken soup with a guilty conscience. Gu Fengyue could taste some medicinal herbs in the chicken soup. His brother took medicine all year round, so he could still distinguish common medicinal herbs. He tasted that there were ginseng, astragalus, jujube, angelica and wolfberry in it, which were all common warming and tonic herbs.

Gu Fengyue thought about the special fragrance he smelled before he fell into a coma, and thought that it should be the smell of this family's cooking. It seems that he is lucky to meet this family. However, this place is far away from the official road. How could this family run into this forest?

Song Chunlin naturally would not tell him that his family had fled in to avoid being hunted down, and Gu Fengyue did not ask. The most important thing for him right now was to heal his injuries and hope to return to the capital as soon as possible.

Thinking that the capital city might be in chaos because of his disappearance, Gu Fengyue wished he could get better immediately, grow wings and fly back.

However, he broke several bones and it would take at least half a month for him to recover and move freely. This was on the premise that Song Chunlin fed him spiritual spring water every day. It would take at least two months just by taking medicine. If he only used ancient medicines, the time would double.

Song Chunlin was afraid that Gu Fengyue would recover too quickly and arouse his suspicion, so he finally decided to only feed him spiritual spring water once every three days, but he never stopped giving him the medicine every day. Gu Fengyue was also puzzled at first. What kind of magic medicine was this family using? He fell from the cliff and was seriously injured, but he was able to wake up after being in a coma for only a few days.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not imagine such a miraculous golden finger as space, so Song Chunlin fed him modern medicine and spiritual spring water with peace of mind.

The next day after Gu Fengyue woke up, he found that some of the abrasions on his body had begun to scab over. The wounds were very itchy, but he didn't dare to scratch them. In fact, he couldn't scratch them. He tied thick gauze and boards on his left hand and left foot to fix the affected areas. The fracture on his right foot had begun to heal, but the bruises were still terrible.

Gu Fengyue couldn't see it himself, but he could still feel that his body was gradually getting better. The medicine given by this family was indeed effective.

Ever since Gu Fengyue woke up, in order not to expose Song Chunlin, the Song family asked Song Chunlin to take out some simple ingredients and put them in a backpack early, so that if Gu Fengyue saw it, they could fool him.

Anyway, it’s obvious that these young men can’t cook. They have the final say on how much food to prepare at a time and how to cook it.

However, because of this, their meals have become lighter over the past two days, and even the tonic soup has been changed from one meal a day to one once every three days. The Song family members are all a little malnourished. This is because the family has tightened their belts due to the famine in the previous three years. Now that they have the conditions, Song Chunlin naturally wants to give his family some good nourishment.

After a few days of nourishing with hot and sour soup, Song Dazhuang's injuries have almost healed and he can now do some lighter work. As for Mr. Song, his bones are still healing slowly due to his old age, but he has also almost recovered.

As for the youngest, Song Xiaobao, Song Chunlin provided him with milk and various meats, eggs and fruits as complementary foods. He has gained a lot of weight in the past two days, and his face has become rounder. He looks cute like a child and is no longer as skinny as before. Song Chunlin and his brothers especially like to cuddle with this little brother because he smells like baby milk.

After lunch, Song Qinshi and Song A-mo continued to make cotton-padded clothes in an orderly manner. The ones for children were easiest to make and were finished first. Even Gu Fengyue, who had just woken up, got one. Now they were making clothes for two grown men and were at the final stage of the work.

As Song Amao was stuffing cotton into her cotton-padded clothes, she couldn't help but touch the white cotton again and again.

"This cotton is so comfortable and warm, much warmer than reed fluff."

"Chunlin said that this cotton can be used to weave cloth. The cloth in our hands is made of cotton, which is softer than linen. If Chunlin hadn't said that there was still a lot left, I wouldn't have been willing to use it to make clothes." Song Qin touched the embroidery patterns on the cloth and couldn't let it go.

Common people of this era mostly wore linen, while silk was a precious fabric that only nobles could afford. Cotton did not exist at all in this era. In Song Chunlin's memory, cotton seemed to have only appeared after the Song Dynasty. From all aspects, this era was more like the Southern and Northern Dynasties, when cotton had not yet been planted on a large scale.

Song Chunlin looked at the two people who seemed to be very fond of the cloth and cotton in their hands, and wondered whether he should grow some cotton in the future. However, growing cotton seemed to be different from growing grain. He had never grown cotton in the space, and he didn't know if there were any cotton seeds in the pile of messy seeds.

Thousands of miles away in the capital, the Gu family had already received the news that Gu Fengyue had been assassinated and was missing. When Lord Gu received the letter, his vision went dark and his head felt dizzy. He was able to sit up with the help of his butler and guards.

The butler deftly took out a porcelain bottle, poured out the pills inside and fed them to Lord Gu. The guards also skillfully served him hot tea. Lord Gu swallowed the pills with the hot tea and sat for a long time before he felt his heartbeat gradually calming down.

Lord Gu's fingers were still shaking, but he still stubbornly read the letter of just a dozen words over and over again.

"I sent the most elite guards in the Marquis' Mansion to him, fearing that something might happen to him. How could he just disappear like that?"

The housekeeper comforted him, "My Lord, don't worry. The Second Young Master is a lucky man. There is no news now. Maybe he is hiding somewhere. Now that group of people are keeping a close eye on you, if something happens to you, it will be in their hands."

The fingertips of Lord Gu, where he was holding the letter paper, began to turn white. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something. Not long after, he called for his personal guard.

"Check all the guards who were sent to the second young master one by one, and don't alarm them. Send a reliable person to Langya to look for him. I want to see him alive or dead." Lord Gu was gritting his teeth when he said this. He now wished he could eat alive those jackals who wanted to harm his brother.

The housekeeper said, "My Lord, what if someone comes to ask the Second Young Master?"

Lord Gu snorted coldly: "Then you should ask them carefully, where our young master of the Marquisate went, whether he came back or not, what does it have to do with these distant relatives like them."

The butler was a little embarrassed, but still agreed to everything. It seemed that Lord Gu was really furious. If his body would not allow it, he would take a knife to those people's homes and chop those ungrateful traitors to death.