Chapter 117: The Angry Mother-in-law

  "Really!" Then I told him, he nodded repeatedly, and soon a half-finished crutch was made.

  It's not entirely accurate to call it a crutch, it's just a stick with a fork on top. He found something similar in the woodshed and whittled it down a bit. I weighed it in my hand, it wasn't too light or too heavy. If Song Tang leaned on this while I supported him, walking to the garden wouldn't be a problem at all?

  Hurry back with it, and also called two strong women to follow us out the door.

  Before going out, Song Tang had already changed into new clothes. Under such a set-off, he was also in high spirits.

  A group of people walked and stopped along the way, taking more than a moment to arrive at the flower bed.

  I sighed in my heart, if it were modern times, a wheelchair would have solved the problem, why bother with so much trouble? When I have time, I'll draw up a blueprint and get a carpenter to make one according to it.

  Finally arrived at the pavilion in the flower garden, Song Tang was already panting. I looked at his face, which had turned red and was covered in sweat, but it was a healthy flush, not the sickly pallor caused by coughing.

  Wait for the old ladies to put down the things I brought with me, ask them to retreat first and come back later. After a while, take out the handkerchief and water that had been prepared early and wipe his sweat.

  He stared at the snow-white handkerchief in a daze and said, "Where did you come from? What virtue or good fortune do I, Song Tang, possess to be able to marry such a virtuous wife?"

  I stared at my reflection in the mirror, lost in thought for a moment, and said, "Maybe it's fate."

  I wanted to wipe the sweat for him, but he took over the towel and wiped it himself. After finishing, he returned it to me and said: "As I said, I am a man who sweats, from now on, anything I can do myself, I will never trouble you."

  It seems that after yesterday's incident, this child has become much more sensible.

  I handed him a towel to wipe his face clean, and then I poured the flower tea that was prepared in the bamboo container for him to drink. After he finished drinking, he stroked the bamboo container which looked like a modern thermos and said: "It seems like there's always something strange going on in your mind, and the things you make are also strange."