They went outside and asked someone. Soon, they found the place.
When the two of them arrived, a girl with yellow hair and a thin face with many cracks was drinking ginger soup with her eyes squinted.
Next to her, a woman was wiping her tears.
"Don't be afraid. It's just a cold. Drink the ginger soup and you'll be fine tomorrow." The housekeeper looked confident.
As soon as Li Yi arrived, the people who were concerned about him all looked at him.
"Does your throat hurt? Do you cough? "Li Yi squatted down and asked the girl.
As he spoke, he put his hand on the girl's neck to feel her pulse and temperature.
The girl swallowed a mouthful of ginger soup and shook her head. "It doesn't hurt. The water is sweet. "
Li Chengqi also reached out to touch the girl's forehead and confirmed that it was hot.
"Have you vomited?" Li Yi asked again.
"I vomited just now. After vomiting, I said I didn't feel so bad." The woman whispered.
Li Chengqi widened his eyes in surprise. How did she know to vomit?
"Go to the ice cellar and get two frozen pears." Li Yi said to the housekeeper.
Frozen pears were usually frozen in winter. Generally speaking, sour pears would be frozen hard in winter and their skin would turn black.
Then, after being frozen, the sour pears would become sweet and taste good.
In winter, a lot of frozen pears were thrown into the ice cellar when the weather was warm.
Now, this was a good thing, a fruit.
The housekeeper asked someone to get two and soak them in cold water.
"When the ice melts, cut them into small pieces and feed them to her. Remember to steam a bowl of steamed egg soup for her tomorrow morning. Add salty brine and don't put garlic sprouts. "
Li Yi instructed again. He knew what children liked to eat when they had a fever.
The housekeeper nodded to show that he understood.
Li Yi looked at the stunned woman and said, "Dip a handkerchief in cold water and apply it to her forehead."
The woman nodded vigorously.
Li Yi called Li Chengqi and went back to eat and drink.
It's just a small problem. Judging from the child's breathing, she doesn't have lung disease. Her throat is probably a little uncomfortable. Vomiting and stomach acid.
"It'll be good if I can exchange for a stethoscope. But that thing sounds like a girl …" Li Yi thought and shook his head.
He dared to exchange for a stethoscope that cost 500 hours of life.
But would the people of the Tang Dynasty accept that thing if he pressed it on a girl's body?
The sun rose.
There was no need for others to urge them, and everyone got up on their own.
Breakfast was ready: millet porridge, wild vegetable buns, and salted dried tofu.
Later on, the group of people kept scooping porridge for themselves. Steamed Bun only ate one bowl of porridge after every bowl of porridge. They were reluctant to part with it.
Normally, they ate porridge as their staple food, which was thicker.
Now that the porridge was thin, there was an additional staple food. He didn't dare to think about it.
"Eat steamed buns. This is called steamed buns. Remember, it has stuffing, not steamed biscuits. Don't just drink rice soup. It won't fill your stomach, and you won't be able to work."
The steward held a steamed bun in his hand and let the others eat the staple food. He also emphasized that the pleated bun was called a steamed bun.
Li Chengqi also came over to check on the girl from yesterday.
The little girl ate the steamed egg with a spoon in small mouthfuls.
Li Yi approached and reached out to touch the child's forehead. He turned around and said to Li Yi, who was holding a spoon, "It's not hot anymore."
Li Yi reached out and touched it. "It's hot, and there's still a lot of pressure in the stomach. My heart is beating fast."
As he spoke, he scooped up some gravy with a spoon and brought it to the girl's mouth. "Eat it."
It turned out that there was powder in the spoon.
The girl opened her mouth and ate it without thinking. Then, she smiled. "Brother Dongzhu."
"Hmm, what do you want to eat for lunch?" Li Yi asked.
"Soup, meat, meat," the girl said what was in her heart.
"Kill a sheep and have mutton soup for lunch," Li Yi said to the steward.
Li Chengqi left reluctantly. He left reluctantly with Li Yi's newly made chili sauce.
He actually wanted to stay. He felt that staying in the prince's mansion wasn't as warm as staying here.
He thought that Li Yi killed the sheep because of the girl's words. He didn't know how to feel.
The people in Zhuangzi worked harder.
They knew what they were eating.
They knew better than anyone else how good Dongzhu was to the girl.
Dongzhu asked what she wanted to eat. The girl said she wanted to drink soup with meat.
So he killed the sheep.
What else was there to say? They just had to work hard.
Today, Dongzhu was good to other people's girls. What if he was good to them tomorrow?
In fact, they were wrong.
Li Yi wouldn't kill a sheep for a little girl because there was no need. It was just a cold.
Li Yi considered that everyone had traveled a long way to eat and take a bath.
When they relaxed mentally, their bodies would give them feedback.
They were going to fall sick.
The spring cold was bone-chilling. They had to withstand the cold.
So they killed a sheep and drank mutton soup together.
The main thing was to drink the soup and the hot water.
They could only drink the soup and raise the sheep. There were 258 people in the manor. Together with the 42 students, there were 300 people.
There wasn't enough meat.
So they took out the lamb chops, head, trotters, tail, and offal. The rest of the meat was boiled.
Of course, the staple food couldn't be bad. They went to buy noodles and make scallion pancakes.
The steward didn't care about the money anymore.
Because …
"Number 11, 10,000 coins. Everyone, do me the honor and don't compete with me."
At the place where the soy sauce was auctioned, the first jar weighed 10 kilograms. As soon as the steward shouted 550 coins per jar, someone offered 10,000 coins.
Steward Song De's entire body trembled uncontrollably from head to toe in that small but large area.
When Li Yi heard this, his expression was calm.
It didn't matter. Was 10,000 coins a lot?
How much was a serving of caviar auctioned? How much was a serving of truffles? How much was a bottle of red wine? How much was a tael of tea leaves?
A medical device with a material cost of five yuan was sold for 5,000 yuan. Was it surprising?
Was the brand not money? Was the technology not money? Was the patent not money? Was the marketing cost not money?
Song De wasn't as open-minded as Li Yi. He knew how much the cost of soy sauce was.
Zhuangzi could eat that stuff as much as he wanted. It was crazy to take it out and sell it.
"Number 7, 11,000 coins." Someone raised the price and it suddenly increased by 1,000 coins.
There was no longer a situation where it was 550 copper coins. It was impossible to buy a jar with 1,000 coins.
The businessmen and the rich and powerful were about to fight.
The main reason was that everyone had squeezed into small compartments made of cloth.
Others didn't know who was who. They could only hear the voice.
If you asked others to give you face, others would know who you were.
If you dared to shout out your identity, you would immediately be eliminated and not be allowed to participate in the sale.
The key was that it was useless to know who you were because you still had to know who was bidding with you.
Someone pinched their throat and shouted, shouting out the number and price.
They couldn't find anyone to retaliate. They could only increase the price and get soy sauce.
At the same time, the students were dividing the children into classes. There were too many children and everyone had to teach.
There were originally 17, but now there were 81 more.
The pressure suddenly increased, but they couldn't ignore it.
The students also had a share of the mutton soup at noon.
They ate and stayed for free, made new clothes, gave ink and paper, and even paid for the poetry recital.
They were not willing to teach children. Was it because they didn't have enough knowledge to teach, or did they not have the heart to educate?
They couldn't say no to either. Otherwise, if they couldn't teach children, how could they teach the people?
If they couldn't do either, the problem would be even bigger.
Therefore, the students discussed and divided the children into classes.
There were too many people in a class and they couldn't manage all of them.
Everyone felt busy. Li Yi wasn't idle either.
Li Yi was writing a textbook.
He was writing a textbook on children's enlightenment.
One of them was the Three Character Classic.
The Three Character Classic couldn't be copied completely. Something would happen. The main thing was that it couldn't be explained.
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