Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 193 I’m not used to others doing this, stop kowtowing
"Hurry up, hurry up," Su Jiahe quickly helped the woman up, "Do you know Lord Lu?"

"Although I have never met this Lord Lu, he is willing to give us seeds. He is truly our adoptive parent." As the woman spoke, she and the young man beside her hugged each other and cried bitterly. Several children also wiped their tears quietly in the corner.

The middle-aged man turned over and wanted to stand up to thank Su Jiahe and others, but his limbs were weak and he fell on the haystack again, coughing a few times.

"How many acres of land does your family have in total?" Su Jiahe asked.

"Two mu and four fen in total."

"Is that all? Take a look, are these seeds enough?" Su Jiahe was a little surprised. With the productivity in ancient times, how could the output of more than two acres of land feed a family of six?

"That's enough." The young man nodded and took the seeds gratefully. "Mom, I'll go plow the land and sow seeds tomorrow. We'll be saved this year."

"Ah, my poor son, he is only sixteen years old and has to shoulder the burden of the whole family." The woman looked at the young man with heartache.

"He's so young." Su Jiahe didn't expect that the person in front of her was a sixteen-year-old boy.

Looking at the bare house, Su Jiahe sighed.

"I heard you sold all your rice seeds. Now it's a lean period. What are you going to eat?"

"We can only borrow some food from the villagers, and I earn a little money from laundry and mending," the woman said. "There are several other families in this village who are just like us and have no grain to grow. If we all grit our teeth, we can get through this."

"Where are they? Can you take us there?"

"I'll take you there."

Under the guidance of the young man, Su Jiahe finally distributed the first batch of seeds successfully and did not return to his residence until dark.

"Jiahe, are you okay?" Wang Mang saw Su Jiahe covered in dust and staggering, and hurriedly helped her back into the house.

"I'm fine," Su Jiahe plopped down on a chair. "But transportation was so underdeveloped in ancient times. It took a whole day to get to a village. After distributing the seeds, we still had to teach the villagers planting techniques. We couldn't take care of so many people at all."

"Let's not rush for success. Let's use this one village as a pilot in the first year. If we have a good harvest and word spreads, more people will naturally accept the new seeds."

"Oh, that makes sense," Su Jiahe nodded. "Then I only need to connect with this one village this year."

The next day, Su Jiahe came to the village again and delivered food to all the families who were suffering from the shortage of food.

"Miss Su, you are really Bodhisattvas who have come down to earth. I will work like a slave to repay you." The young man who led the way yesterday was so excited when he saw the full bags of food that he didn't know what to say.

"You're welcome. What's wrong with your father? I'll go take a look."

"Alas, my father is still not feeling well." The man invited Su Jiahe into the room, brought out the only decent small stool, wiped the dirt off it with his sleeves, and brought a large coarse porcelain bowl of water to Su Jiahe.

Su Jiahe was tired from walking, so he took a sip of water. He found that the water was very cold and tasted like raw water. When he looked closely, he found some unknown impurities at the bottom of the bowl. So Su Jiahe put the bowl aside and didn't dare to drink it anymore.

"Miss Su, you may not be used to the water here, but my family is poor and we really don't have any good tea." The woman said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, I'm not thirsty. What's wrong with this uncle?" Su Jiahe walked to the haystack and looked at the middle-aged man lying there.

"The doctor said that the head of the family caught a cold in the winter and hasn't recovered, but is getting worse." The woman said, tears falling again.

"It's all because of my poor health that my children have suffered. Ahem..." the middle-aged man on the bed said weakly, "If my illness doesn't get any worse, I won't treat it anymore, so as not to burden you."

"Dad, what are you talking about? Now we have seeds and food. I will definitely farm well and save money to pay for your medical treatment." The young man held his father's hand with a firm tone.

"Dad, don't go." The other three children also gathered around and cried.

The middle-aged man became agitated and coughed violently again. The younger man grabbed the bowl and tried to feed his father water. "Hey, the patient needs hot water," Su Jiahe quickly stopped him.

"We ordinary people don't have firewood to boil water, so we just drink it directly like this," said the young man.

Su Jiahe finally understood why a simple cold could kill people in ancient times. If someone was already weak and drank unclean water, wouldn't their condition only get worse?

"I have some medicine here that may be able to cure uncle's illness."

"Really?" Everyone in the room looked at Su Jiahe, their eyes full of surprise.

Su Jiahe brought a lot of modern medicines, but in order to avoid arousing suspicion, he ground the cold medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine into powder in advance and put them into small bottles.

"The powder in this bottle is for treating colds, but it must be taken with boiled water."

The woman took the medicine bottle and looked at it as if it were an elixir.

"Thank you, Miss Su. I'll go boil some water right away." The young man ran out of the room and soon returned with a bowl of steaming hot water.

"That's all I have burned. It's enough for Dad to take his medicine."

"That's enough. Let me do it." Su Jiahe waited for the water to cool slightly, then took out a piece of paper and poured some medicine powder on it. The woman took the paper and fed it to the middle-aged man.

"Miss Su, how many days do I need to take this medicine?"

"I'll leave this bottle with you. Take it over seven days. If you haven't felt better after seven days, I'll think of another solution."

"Ms. Su, thank you very much." The young man said, and was about to kneel down and kowtow again. Fortunately, Su Jiahe was already familiar with it and stopped him.

"I'm not used to people doing this. Stop kowtowing. Go back to plowing the land. I'm sorry for taking up your time."

"Miss Su saved our lives, how can it be said to be a delay?" The young man looked at Su Jiahe in surprise, not understanding why she was so polite to the person who saved his life.

"Dog, I'll take care of Dad. You go and farm. It's already late for us this year." The woman said as she sat on the haystack. "Second brother, you can go with your eldest brother and help."

"Mom, let's go."

Another little boy jumped off the haystack and went out with the young man. Su Jiahe followed him out.

"I just found out that your name is Gou'er."

"Yes, we have never been to school, so we all got such bad names. This is my younger brother, his name is Shuan'er." Gou'er smiled embarrassedly.

"How old is your brother?"

"Fourteen, you can work now."

Compared to Gou'er, Shuan'er is more shy and follows behind without saying a word.

"Alas, it's not easy for you two minors to do such heavy work." Su Jiahe said with pity.

"Dad is weak, there's nothing we can do. Miss Su, do you want to go with us to the fields?"

"Yes, I have a mission. I want to teach you how to plant." Su Jiahe said.

"Miss Su also knows how to farm?"

“I…actually, I’ve never planted one.”