The Story of a Young Man Who Traveled Through Time and Space to Farm

Chapter 43

Zhang Wuliang hurriedly ran over worriedly and patted his back to calm him down.

Aunt Zhao and Zhang Zhenyong looked at each other, and Aunt Zhao suddenly thought of something and her eyes lit up. But she quickly suppressed it, stood up without showing any expression and poured a glass of boiled water.

Zhang Wuliang helped Chen Xiaonian back to the table and sat down. Chen Xiaonian felt sick when he saw the milky fish soup on the table, and Zhang Wuliang quickly moved the bowl away.

Aunt Zhao placed the water in front of Chen Xiaonian and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Chen Xiaonian shook his head, took the bowl and took a sip, feeling that he had finally recovered: "It's okay, mother, I made you worry."

"I'm glad you're okay," Aunt Zhao said, "I'm still a little worried, let Liangzi accompany you to the town tomorrow."

"No need, mother," Chen Xiaonian smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "It's not a big deal."

"Alas, what are you talking about? You don't take it seriously when you are young, but you will suffer when you are old..." Aunt Zhao still insisted, "It won't delay anything to go to the town tomorrow."

Although Zhang Wuliang didn't think it was a big deal, he thought of the underdeveloped medical care in ancient times, so he thought it would be better to go there, so he gave Chen Xiaonian a look to indicate that he agreed.

Seeing this, Chen Xiaonian had to nod in agreement.

The next day at noon, Zhang Wuliang took Chen Xiaonian by the hand and carried the medicine bag into Baiyufang.

Zhang Zhenwen didn't expect to see Zhang Wuliang again so soon: "Why are you here?"

He looked at the medicine bag in Zhang Wuliang's hand again, frowned and asked: "Who is sick?"

"Yeah" Zhang Wuliang put Chen Xiaonian down on the bench and replied lightly.

Chen Xiaonian kept his head down and didn't look very well.

Zhang Zhenwen worriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Wuliang stood beside Chen Xiaonian, took his head to his arms, and stroked it quietly. He glanced at Zhang Zhenwen, then looked away and said, "It's not a big deal. I caught a cold while fishing in the water yesterday. The doctor said that I had a miscarriage. I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

"Oh," Zhang Zhenwen breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good..."

After a while, Zhang Zhenwen suddenly turned to them, his face full of shock and said loudly, "What did you just say?"

"Brother Wen! What's wrong?" Hearing Zhang Zhenwen's voice, Hu Zi hurriedly ran out of the kitchen. He turned his eyes around the store and quickly found Zhang Wuliang standing opposite Zhang Zhenwen. He breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Liang, you're here."

Zhang Wuliang nodded at him with a smile on his face.

Hu Zi looked at Zhang Wuliang, who was in high spirits, and then looked at Zhang Zhenwen, who looked strange. He didn't know what had happened.

"It's nothing. Go and do your thing." Zhang Wuliang said.

Hu Zi nodded hesitantly, looked at Zhang Zhenwen again, and turned back to the kitchen.

Zhang Zhenwen was in a bad mood. He just wanted to leave the shop and go back to find his wife.

He looked at the two people again. There was no sadness of being sick. It was clearly the shyness of being pregnant and the boasting of having a child.