Chapter 146 Chapter 146

Twenty-three-year-old Wang Mingyue has no fine clothes and food, and no longer lives in pavilions and pavilions, but gradually feels calm and cheerful. She was copying ancient poems on the blackboard that day when she suddenly heard a "gudong" behind her, and the children shouted almost at the same time: Teacher!teacher!Jiro Asano fainted!Mingyue ran down the podium, picked up the little guy, reached out to touch his forehead, it was hot.Taro ran over from the other side of the fire wall, stomping his feet anxiously: he had a fever last night, and told him not to come, but he himself refused to listen.Mingyue thought that there would be two main classes of Teacher Mukai in the future, and she couldn't let the diligent and studious Taro be absent, so she decided to send Jiro home by herself.

She tied the child to her back with a furoshiki, put his head on her shoulders, and started on the road. While driving against the wind, she turned her head and called Jiro's name from time to time, and talked to him. The child's breath was warm. Brushing her face, she thought about whether it would be contagious, but then thought that Dojiro had a fever, even if it was a cold, it was not contagious, so there should be no problem.But in the classroom at the same time, a child felt dry and itchy in his throat, and began to cough... Mingyue later fell ill and was not infected by Asano Jiro.Jiro is not the first child to suffer from the disease.The active flu virus was transmitted from a cat to its young owner, who brought it to his school. The weak children got sick first, and then several of them also started to have fever and dry cough.By the third day, twelve children were too ill to come to class.Teacher Mukai decided to suspend the school. The village head drove a mule cart to invite a doctor who can perform acupuncture and prescribe herbs from a large village dozens of miles away. Mingyue accompanied the doctor who could not speak Japanese to consult every sick child. Late at night, when she returned to her dorm next to the school, she felt sore in her shoulders. She didn't even want to wash her face, so she got into the cold bed with her clothes and fell asleep shivering.

It was cold in April, and the next morning, the clouds were very low, and the sky was gloomy. It began to snow heavily at eight or nine o'clock, and the flakes of snow were like goose feathers.Asano Taro's father came back from the ground, sitting at home repairing large and small agricultural tools, and at the same time told Jiro's wife who made herbal medicine that there were only two snowfalls in one winter, and this one came at the right time, just in time. Wheat seedlings in a field.His wife said that she hoped that the snow would take away the children's illnesses. They were talking when there was a knock on the door.Asano opened the door, the wind and snow blew his face first, and a man stood outside, with the face of a man, tall, wearing a black coat, his face was red from the cold, he was a Japanese, with a Kyoto accent: "Excuse me Alright, this is Mulang Village?"

"Exactly." "Is there a Miss Wang Mingyue? Chinese. From Fengtian." Before Asano could answer, his son Taro ran out from inside: "Yes. Miss Wang is my teacher." "I'm her friend. Want to find her." The young man put on the old cotton-padded jacket and the snow-proof coir raincoat: "I'll take you there." After he was dressed, he remembered something again, "Who are you?" "My name is Dong Xiuzhi. I'm also from Fengtian." It has been snowing heavily for a long time, and the two of them walked to the elementary school in Mulang Village. Taro pointed to a hut next to the classroom and said, "Miss Wang lives here."