You are unlucky and I am tough

Chapter 213: We each have half

Cheng Shuang was looking at the account book with Cheng Pan in the yard. After a while, He Zhou woke up, awakened by the pain.

In the morning, Cheng Shuang secretly gave him an injection of painkiller, hoping that he could sleep more peacefully and help with his recovery.

So when He Zhou woke up in the morning, although he could feel pain in the wound, it was not serious. After waking up, he ate a bowl of porridge and talked with Wei Nanxing for a while to find out the reasons and consequences of him opening his eyes in a strange place.

By now the effect of the painkiller had worn off. He Zhou was sweating profusely and his lips were pale from the pain. He couldn't even utter a complete sentence. Wei Nanxing was startled and thought something had happened again, so he quickly ran out to call Cheng Shuang.

Cheng Shuang knew at a glance that it was the wound that hurt. Not only had artificial bones been implanted in He Zhou's leg, but a large piece of necrotic flesh had also been removed. One could imagine the pain without the painkiller.

"You all go out first, I'll give him a few injections."

She sent out everyone who had come into the room out of concern, took out a silver needle and stabbed He Zhou unconscious again, then injected a painkiller into his arm through an IV to wake him up, and then opened the door to let the people outside in.

"Thank you, Madam Wei. I feel much better now."

Intravenous drugs can quickly reach the systemic circulation and take effect very quickly. When He Zhou woke up again, the pain in his body had been reduced by more than half. He weakly thanked Cheng Shuang.

"Lieutenant He, that's not right. You're not an official anymore." Cheng Shuang thought for a moment. "You're Nanxing's master, so I'll call you Brother He from now on. No need for politeness. You're seriously injured. Stay here and recuperate. It's safe here. Don't worry about anything else for now."

He Zhou nodded slightly, feeling extremely grateful to Cheng Shuang and glad to have such a good disciple.

Ever since his leg injury became more and more serious during treatment, he felt that it must be his "good brother" at home who was causing trouble. However, he was seriously injured and could not get out of bed, so he was like a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

As his consciousness grew weaker and weaker, he thought he was going to die, but when he opened his eyes again, he had already left that den of tigers and wolves.

The smell of rice porridge and boiled medicine came from the stove in the kitchen. Wei Nanxing was busy running around, feeding He Zhou food and then medicine, taking care of him meticulously.

After drinking the medicine, Wei Qinglang also went in and had a conversation with him, mainly to answer He Zhou's question about how they brought him out of the He family.

Of course, the truth could not be told. Wei Qinglang only said that he and Cheng Shuang entered He Mansion during the day and found that he had fallen into a deep coma. At the same time, they found that there was no one in the yard where he lived, so they took a gamble and secretly climbed over the wall in the middle of the night to bring him out. Unexpectedly, they succeeded, and they were also very surprised.

He Zhou still found it unbelievable, but the fact was that he was indeed brought out, so he didn't think about it anymore.

Perhaps God took pity on him and spared his life.

That night, late at night, Cheng Shuang gave He Zhou another injection of painkiller. When she was about to leave, she saw mats and bedding on the ground.

She opened the door and asked the person outside, "Nanxing, why are you sleeping on the floor instead of in Chen'er's room?"

"I'm worried that Master will wake up at night and there will be no one around." Wei Nanxing said fearlessly, "It's not cold now, it's okay for me."

"You can't sleep on the floor forever," Cheng Shuang said. "It's bad for your health if you get dampness from sleeping on it for too long. There are plenty of people in Taohua Village who know how to make furniture. You can go and order a bed tomorrow."

Wei Nanxing nodded, "I understand, thank you, sister-in-law." Then he went back to the room and closed the door.

The yard was quiet. Everyone else had gone back to their rooms to rest. Cheng Shuang brushed her teeth and went back to her room as well.

It was already late, and Cheng Shuang frowned slightly as she didn't see the familiar bed in the familiar position next to the screen.

I walked around the screen and saw that the person was already lying on the bed.

The pillows and quilts for both people on the bed were made out, and Wei Qinglang seemed to have fallen asleep with his eyes closed.

Cheng Shuang quietly approached, stared at the person on the bed for a while, then picked up a pillow and threw it at him, "Are you still pretending?"

The pillow was blocked and didn't hit his face. Wei Qinglang grabbed the pillow and sat up. "This is a buckwheat pillow. It hurts if it hits my face."

"You deserve to be smashed to death." Cheng Shuang narrowed her eyes at him, "Wei Qinglang, I just said I can try to date you. Did I say you can sleep with me?"

"It's not like we've slept together before." Wei Qinglang smiled and put her pillow away. "It's too troublesome to make the bed every day. What if I forget one day and my family finds out? How am I going to explain it?"

He reached out and patted the bed, "Look at how big this bed is. It's more than enough for two people to sleep in. How about we each take half?"

"Don't worry, I won't touch you without your permission."

Cheng Shuang snorted and turned away, "What if I say no? Are you still planning to force yourself on my bed?"

"Then you can stab me." Wei Qinglang pulled up his sleeves and stretched out his arms, closing his eyes and said, "Give me eight or ten needles every night. I promise not to say anything. Just let me sleep in the bed."

The candlelight in the room illuminated his resolute face. Cheng Shuang stared at him for a while, rolled her eyes, and turned to blow out the oil lamp.

Wei Qinglang waited with his eyes closed for a long time, but still didn't feel any pain in his arm. He slowly opened his eyes when he felt the bed move a few times.

The room was already plunged into darkness. With the faint light from the window, he could see Cheng Shuang lying down with her back to him.

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A few days later, the spring planting in the village was nearing its end, and the students gathered in the capital also welcomed the day of the college entrance examination.

Early in the morning, Cheng Lizheng and several clan elders opened the ancestral hall and took Cheng Mingli, Cheng Caijun and Zhao Xiuwen, who were going to take the college entrance examination, to the ancestral hall to worship their ancestors.

Although Zhao Xiuwen's surname is not Cheng, the villagers have long regarded him as a member of Chengjia Village and invited him to join the worship.

As for Cheng Wanpeng, he had not returned at all. Cheng Lizheng asked a villager to go to Jinghong Academy to look for him, but he had not returned either.

Inside the ancestral hall, three tall incense sticks were burning in the incense burner on the table. Smoke curled around the hall, and a faint scent of sandalwood permeated the air.

Cheng Lizheng, having specially changed into a new blue robe, stood in the middle with a solemn expression. He held three incense sticks above his head and bowed deeply. He said, "Ancestors, today the students of Chengjia Village are about to take the exam, seeking fame and honor to bring glory to our family. I sincerely pray that the spirits of our ancestors will protect them and make their journey smooth, so that they will not let their years of hard study go to waste."

After saying this, he stood up, inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner, and bowed deeply again.

The three young men behind him burned incense and worshiped with solemn expressions.

It was quiet inside the ancestral hall. Outside, the villagers gathered together, talking in low voices.

"If all three of them pass the exam, our village will be prosperous. The scholar's family will not have to pay taxes on the 50 mu of land. This is a great thing!"

"Yes, if they all pass the exam, our village will be able to stand taller in front of other villages."

Hu Chunhua, standing in the crowd, heard what the villagers said and sneered disdainfully, "You talk as if scholars are like cabbages in the fields, and you can get them just by thinking about them?"

Waving a palm-leaf fan in her hand, she said to the surrounding villagers in a haughty manner, "Only people like my Jun'er, who have the people from Yunhe Academy personally come to deliver the admission ticket, can hope to pass on the first try and bring honor to the village. Haven't you seen many people fail the exam eight or ten times?"

When the villagers heard this, some of them complained, "Hu Chunhua, we're all from the same village, why do you have to be so harsh?"

"Yeah, so only your talented son is allowed to succeed, and only if he passes the exam can he bring honor to the village. Mingli and Xiuwen are no longer children of the village, and they can't bring honor to the village."

"That's right, on a beautiful day, no one speaks human language."

Hu Chunhua didn't care about the public outrage. She rolled her eyes and cursed in her heart, "My son will definitely get into high school. As for the other boys in the village, they can only expect to fail."

Soon, those who had finished worshipping came out together. Cheng Li was standing at the door. He patted the shoulders of the three people solemnly and said, "Go, the car is ready to take you into the city."

There was a carriage parked next to the ancestral hall. It was borrowed by Cheng Lizheng from Wei Qinglang yesterday. Cheng Zhengyi was responsible for driving them.

After saying goodbye to their families, the three of them got on the carriage, which slowly drove out of the village.