Transmigrated into a female county magistrate during a famine, leading her country to prosperity

Chapter 509 Isn’t it good to be sensible?

The carriage bumped along the way back to the county. When passing by Tongan Medical Clinic, Shen Zheng stopped the carriage and got off alone.

"My Lord, please go back first. I will go check on Qianzhi."

"Close the curtain! Close it! It's cold!" Yu Shizhang grabbed the curtain and his voice came through it: "Come back early to eat. The food will get cold soon in winter."

"Hey!" As Shen Zheng opened her mouth, a cloud of white mist rushed out of her mouth.

"Ha——" She actually began to find it somewhat interesting and she haha ​​several times, watching the white mist condense and dissipate.

"Master Shen!" A voice came from the door of the clinic. It was Feng Qianzhi.

She trotted towards Shen Zheng, pulled her sleeve and said, "It's so cold today, why are you here? If you need anything, send someone to call Qianzhi, and Qianzhi will come to find you."

"I just happened to pass by here." Shen Zheng pulled her and quickly entered the clinic. She thought it would be warmer inside the clinic, but unexpectedly, the breeze was a little weaker and the temperature was still as cold.

"Why is it so cold in there?" She touched Feng Qianzhi's hands, as if touching two small ice cubes. "I remember there was a kang hole in this room. Didn't you have a fever?"

Most of the shops in the county are equipped with kangs, and firewood is burned every day to keep the houses warm.

Although it cannot be said to be much eased, it is better than now, where there is no difference between inside and outside the house.

"I'll go and boil it right away!" Feng Qianzhi was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she ran to the small kitchen next door.

Shen Zheng followed behind her, watching her skillfully light the fire, and frowned, "Qianzhi, do you usually turn off the stove fire after cooking and boiling medicine?"

Feng Qianzhi was blowing air into the stove with a bamboo tube, and replied hesitantly, "Sister Shen, Qianzhi is not cold."

"Are you not cold yet?" Shen Zheng squatted down and picked up her hand. It was dark purple, indicating frostbite.

Moreover, the frostbite on her hands covered a large area. It was obvious that it was not formed in one or two days. Instead, she did not take it seriously from the beginning, did not apply medicine or keep warm, and allowed the frostbite to develop into this.

Shen Zheng disagreed, "You are a doctor, but you have sores from the cold, and you still say you are not cold? Then what is considered cold?"

Feng Qianzhi also knew that her fingers looked ugly, so she quickly retracted her hand.

She didn't dare look at Shen Zheng, as if she had made a mistake.

The fire in the stove burned more and more vigorously, roasting both of them with red faces. As the warmth came over them, Shen Zheng sighed and asked, "Qianzhi, are you worried about the firewood?"

The room gradually became warmer. Feng Qianzhi secretly rubbed the back of her hand to relieve the itch. She didn't dare to lie to Shen Zheng, so she could only say, "In the past, when the master was looking after the shop, Qianzhi could go to the village to collect some firewood, but now the master is not here..."

Li Shiyuan was not at home, so she had no time to collect firewood. Firewood was expensive, so she didn't dare to use too much.

Shen Zheng suddenly felt guilty for not taking good care of her.

Li Shiyuan went to the "front line" for Tongan County and their career, leaving Feng Qianzhi to look after the house, and she let the children suffer from the cold...

The more she thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. It took her a long time to adjust her mood and she pulled Feng Qianzhi to sit down.

"It's my sister's fault for not taking good care of you. Qianzhi, sometimes you don't have to be so sensible." Shen Zheng said.

Upon hearing this, Feng Qianzhi stood up suddenly, with shock and helplessness on her face.

Isn’t it good to be sensible?

"Sister Shen, please don't say that. You have already given Master and Qianzhi a home. Qianzhi was really happy to meet you that day. And Qianzhi is already a big child. She needs you to take care of everything. You are so busy..."

The more sensible she was, the more uncomfortable Shen Zheng felt.

"It's itchy, right?" Shen Zheng took her hand and rubbed it in her palm.

She had just seen Feng Qianzhi rubbing the back of her hand. She had also had frostbite before and knew the feeling.

——It hurts when I’m cold, and it itches when I’m hot. No matter how I rub or scratch, the itch won’t go away. I wish I could scratch my hands until they’re broken.

They overlapped their hands and Feng Qianzhi stared at them blankly, neither nodding nor shaking her head.

Sister Shen’s hands are so warm, she thought.

The itch seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and her palms were covered with sweat.

"The stove will be lit every day from now on." Shen Zheng looked at the little firewood left and said, "Sister Shen will send someone to deliver firewood later, so you don't have to worry."

Feng Qianzhi pulled her hand back when she heard that, but Shen Zheng held it tightly and she couldn't pull her hand away.

"No, no!" She was anxious and quickly refused: "Sister Shen, it's really not necessary. If it gets colder later, Qianzhi will light the stove. There is some surplus in the shop recently, enough to buy firewood."

"You..." Shen Zheng smiled at her and said helplessly, "You impatient little thing, can't you just listen to me finish my words?"

Feng Qianzhi was stunned, "You said..."

She was really embarrassed to receive Sister Shen's favor again.

Shen Zheng let go of her hand and asked, "Qianzhi, do you know any soup or medicine to dispel the cold and warm the body? Something simple will be fine."

Warm up and keep warm?

Feng Qianzhi immediately became serious and looked at Shen Zheng's expression, "Sister Shen, are you feeling unwell? Are you suffering from a cold?"

This question stunned Shen Zheng. Although she didn't come here for herself, she did feel a little cold.

If you don't use two hot water bottles in bed at night, you will never be able to keep the bed warm by yourself, and it will get colder the longer you sleep.

"I should..." She was a little uncertain: "Maybe I have some? Qianzhi will show it to me later. But the soup recipe I just mentioned is not for me, but for everyone in the county government and the people working in Xiahe Village."

I went to Xiahe Village today. The river wind was so strong that it gave my head a headache, not to mention the craftsmen and villagers. I had to wait there for several hours.

If it weren't for the deadline, Shen Zheng actually didn't want everyone to work in the winter. After all, it was really unpleasant.

When Feng Qianzhi heard her say this, her eyes lit up instantly.

Which doctor doesn't want his prescription to help more people? Not to mention that those people are working for the county!

"Yes! Master taught me several recipes for warding off the cold! Sister Shen, please wait for a moment." As she said that, she stood up and went to the front hall.

Shen Zheng looked at her anxious appearance, laughed and shook her head, picked up the fire tongs to add some firewood to the stove, stood up and followed her.

Feng Qianzhi had just taken out her precious prescription, and when she saw Shen Zheng coming over, she hurriedly introduced it to her: "This is the body-warming soup, this is the dried ginger and aconite soup, and this..."

She mentioned several kinds of decoctions in a row, and Shen Zheng listened patiently with a faint smile on her face.

"Then what kind of soup and medicine do you think is most suitable for the brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles working on the dam?"

"Hmm..." Feng Qianzhi bit her finger subconsciously, flipping through several kinds of medicines, and said seriously: "These medicines are mild in nature. People with illnesses can drink them to cure diseases, and people without illnesses can drink them to warm up the body and replenish qi. In fact, they are all good, but Qianzhi's most recommended one is..."

She tapped a prescription with her finger, showing some of Li Shiyuan's magnanimity: "This one is the most suitable."