Chapter 57: The Dust on a Pearl Does Not Obscure Its Brightness (9)

As soon as Shen Minghuan arrived at the Yun family, Grandma Yun pressed him into the bed, and Yun Gou'er brought him a bowl of porridge.

Yun Gou'er didn't often have the opportunity to eat rice, and this was the first time he saw porridge with more rice than water.

Yun Gou'er swallowed his saliva, but without hesitation, he tiptoed to hand it to Shen Minghuan who was half leaning on the head of the bed.

The water and rice blended together, and the porridge was cooked by Grandma Yun until it was rotten. The fragrance of the rice was light and faint, not exaggerated, but it was also impossible to ignore.

The steam was steaming, and this heat forcefully removed Shen Minghuan's hard support. He touched his hot forehead and finally realized that his condition seemed not very good.

In Yun Gou'er's memory, Shen Minghuan was always busy.

Either he was going from house to house in the village where children were going to school, earnestly speaking a bunch of words that sounded professional; or he was standing on the podium holding a book, repeating the words he had repeated countless times with sorrow.

However, now this person had his eyes slightly closed, his brows furrowed, and the corners of his eyes were stained with a bit of sick red, looking extremely fragile.

Yun Gou'er felt a little guilty for no reason. He felt that they, a group of children, seemed to have caused too much trouble for this person. Shen Minghuan gave up his good living conditions to come here, but now it seemed not worth it.

Shen Minghuan handed the empty bowl to Yun Gou'er, "You should know my home, right? There is a bag of rice in the kitchen. It's a pity for you to run over and get it."

Unlike the full of energy when he was holding the stick in the morning, his voice was low and hoarse, and he showed a bit of gentleness for no reason.

Grandma Yun came in with medicine, and just heard this. The capable old lady flatly refused: "No, how can I take your things, teacher?"

Shen Minghuan smelled the pungent smell of medicine, his eyelids jumped, and he covered the quilt more tightly, "Aunt Yun, it's useless for me to keep it, I can't cook."

"Ah?" Yun Gou'er looked at him strangely, as if it was difficult to understand how someone could not even cook, isn't it just adding rice and water and then lighting a fire?

If he remembered correctly, Teacher Shen has been in their village for a month, right? How did he survive this month if he couldn't cook? No wonder he was so sick.

Shen Minghuan was very calm, he closed his eyes, and said sleepily: "I seem to be a little sleepy."

Grandma Yun hurried forward and pulled him out of the quilt, "Teacher Shen, take the medicine before going to sleep."

Shen Minghuan: ...Thank you for the invitation, I said that because I don't want to take medicine.

Grandma Yun is illiterate, and she followed her father to identify several herbs.

There is an old man and a young man in the family. In case something happens suddenly, these herbs are always available at home, including fever-reducing herbs.

System: [Take medicine!]

Shen Minghuan looked at the dark liquid and his fingers trembled.

Yun Gou'er suddenly realized, "Teacher Shen, this medicine is not bitter."

"Do I look like someone who is afraid of bitterness?" Shen Minghuan said stubbornly. He took a deep breath, took the medicine bowl tragically, drank it all, and almost vomited.

System felt very distressed: [It's all my fault. I found a body that is so easy to get sick for the host. You are wronged.]

It seems that she forgot that Shen Minghuan's illness was completely caused by not eating, sleeping, taking cold showers, and not paying attention to keeping warm.

Shen Minghuan lay on the bed with a dull look.

Grandma Yun stuffed Shen Minghuan with a candied fruit. Seeing him like this, she felt a little funny and distressed. Yun Gou'er has been strong and sensible since childhood, and she has never worried about anything. In comparison, Shen Minghuan is more like a child.

Grandma Yun unconsciously used a coaxing tone: "How about this, let Gou'er bring the rice over, and you will eat it at home in the future, okay?"

Shen Minghuan chewed the candied fruit, feeling the lingering taste of medicine still in his throat, and nodded with lingering fear.

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Shen Minghuan's fever subsided after waking up. He insisted on going to the village chief's house to see the current progress despite Grandma Yun's objection.

"Aunt, the final assembly is very important. Gou'er and the others can't do it. I have to go myself." Shen Minghuan explained.

Grandma Yun struggled for a moment, but she couldn't persuade him after all, "Wear more clothes, don't catch a cold again, don't do it yourself, let those big men do it if there is something."

Shen Minghuan nodded obediently, but in his heart he wanted to say that he was not much younger than the big men you mentioned.

When Shen Minghuan came to the village chief's house yesterday, the yard was well-maintained, neat and clean.

Today, as soon as he walked to the door, he saw sawdust flying inside, the air was full of dark yellow small wood chips, and the sound of sawing wood was noisy and harsh.

Shen Minghuan secretly apologized to the village chief in his heart.

"Dad, I told you not to saw like this. Look, you sawed it crookedly. How can I fix it like this!"

"Hey, you bastard, your drawing is crooked. If you don't saw it off here first, you can't do it here at all."

"Uncle, you chiseled too deep. It can only be two centimeters here, but you have three centimeters here. Oh, it's so annoying. I can only start over."

"Start over? The previous ones are all done. Kid, can't you change it? Change it to three centimeters?"

"How do we change this? If we change this, the other piece of wood will also have to change. All the data has to be recalculated. Woohoo, uncle hates it!"

"Gou'er, Gou'er, squad leader, come and take a look at this. Did I measure it wrong? Why can't it match?"

"Boss, this piece of wood is broken. What should we do?"

"Squad leader, Zhou Dazhuang has stolen the parts from our group."

"..."

A mess.

Yun Gou'er ran around the field helplessly, his clothes soaked with sweat. He wiped his eyes and wanted to cry.

Many people were calling his name, and even the adults would ask for his help. Gou'er was very excited at first, but soon felt that he was unable to do it.

But the voices calling him did not stop.

In the original plot, Yun Fan was in this powerless and painful state for a long time after entering Kyoto, even though the country did not require him to produce results in a short time.

However, the expectations placed on him, the different treatments given to him alone, also have a gravity that cannot be ignored.

China is poor and declining, with hungry people at home and wolves outside. Their future is hanging on a thin steel wire.

Even if the country tries its best to block the attacks and malice from the outside world, and paves a way for young people in the darkness full of thorns, how can people who can only glimpse the abyss under their feet with the faint light live easily?

Yun Fan, who is extremely talented, will only suffer more than others.

No matter how good the older generation of scientific researchers are to him, or how well the country treats him, it cannot change this.

——He has always been a child who grew up with a heavy burden.

Shen Minghuan stood at the door and coughed heavily.

The people who were immersed in academic exchanges turned their heads and breathed a sigh of relief in an instant, smiling.

Yun Gou'er ran to Shen Minghuan, tugged at his clothes, and said aggrievedly: "Teacher Shen, you are finally here."

Shen Minghuan rubbed his head, "You did a good job, you look like a class monitor."

Yun Gou'er completely forgot the pain just now, and smiled with his face up.

Yun Fan is still a child with support now. Even if the sky falls, there are others to support him. He can continue to be a carefree Yun Gou'er, and there is no need to force himself to grow up quickly.

The other students also put down their work, gathered around Shen Minghuan, and did not say anything, but called out: "Teacher, teacher."

Like a group of ducks who can repeat.

The adults were just troubled by the children's noise, and they felt relieved when they saw him coming, as if all the chaos on the scene was not a problem in his calm eyes.

"Teacher Shen, are you still feeling uncomfortable? You should take good care of yourself when you are sick. I will ask my brat to bring you an egg later."

"I caught two fish today. Teacher Shen will take one back later. The fish soup will be very nutritious."

Shen Minghuan nodded with a smile, chatting about family matters while pointing out problems.

"It's not uncomfortable anymore. Is it shorter here? It's okay. Make a mark where I point and start sawing from here."

"Let me see. It's not a big problem. Just follow the marks that Dazhuang and Xiaoya gave you. Oh, yes, I live at Gou'er's house now."

"No, no...Okay, I'll take it. Thank you, uncle. It's okay if you make a mistake. Youcai, get a pen and paper. I'll tell you to remember. Make new marks according to the new data."

His tone was gentle and unhurried, like a breeze, brushing away the anxiety and irritability in everyone's hearts.

Shen Minghuan did not do it himself. He just walked around and looked around, giving instructions from time to time. No one thought he was being lazy, and some even asked him to walk further away to avoid the flying sawdust.

Although they didn't know what he was really doing and hadn't seen the final product yet, everyone was sure that the final result would be what they wanted after listening to the man calmly saying one number after another.

Shen Minghuan seemed to be glowing, and wherever he went, he was the focus of everyone's attention.

This was the first time that the villagers of Mutian Village faced the charm of knowledge. Until many years later, Mutian Village was the most knowledge-filled holy land with the strongest learning atmosphere. Countless talents came out of here and it was known as the "cradle of science."

Finally, under the guidance of Shen Minghuan, the square machine that looked like a car was assembled.

Although dusk had fallen, the villagers were still very excited to push it to the field for a walk, and even those who did not participate in the production gathered around the field to watch the excitement.

"It's moving. Look, the wheat is really harvested."

"Song Dazhi and Wang Laosan didn't even bend their waists. They just turned the circle and harvested the wheat. This is amazing."

"Oh, see, see, it can also thresh. In the past, we had to work hard for a whole day, but now it only takes a short time?"

"Oh my god, am I dreaming?"

The machine only needs two people to drive it. It is clearly the only two people who can work, but the villagers are very excited. They also set a rule that each person can only experience one round trip, and then they have to change people.

Someone put his hand to his mouth in a trumpet shape and shouted: "Dazhi, are you tired?"

In fact, it was still a bit strenuous in Shen Minghuan's opinion. After all, there was no other energy source and it could only be driven by manpower.

Song Dazhi wiped the sweat from his forehead calmly and shouted calmly: "What? Tired? I wouldn't be tired even if I harvested all the wheat in this field."

The people at the edge of the field laughed and scolded: "You wish, come back quickly, it's my turn to play."