Seeing everyone with an expression of "you are right, but I won't listen to you", Lin Wanwan was helpless.
Perhaps she dressed too out of touch, and everyone didn't believe she knew about farming.
But in fact, Lin Wanwan did not understand farming either. In the modern era, her grandparents' fields had long been demolished and acquired, so there were no fields to farm. Only small patches of land were opened in front and back of their small villa for planting some small greens.
However, when she bought seeds, the sellers would send planting instructions as gifts. Following the instructions, Lin Wanwan thought she should manage. After all, the farmers in the Great Tang might not be much better than her. It was all rough planting, not knowing precise farming, and the yield was terrifyingly low. That's why so much land was allotted, yet they were hungry.
What she bought were all packaged with guaranteed growth, everything from flowers and grasses to feather greens, little cucumbers, tomatoes, sweet potatoes, etc., with a foundation of over a thousand years of civilization. She refused to believe she couldn't surpass the farmers of the Great Tang.
Some of these vegetables hadn't even been introduced to the Great Tang yet.
Currently, the Great Tang's vegetables primarily consist of five categories: mallow, chives, celery, scallions, and shallots. Vegetables like Lin Wanwan's favorites, tomatoes and sweet potatoes, originate in America and only appeared towards the end of the Ming Dynasty, with sweet potatoes supposedly smuggled into China by Chen Zhenlong from Fuzhou.
Lin Wanwan didn't explain much. Once she grows these things and the clan sees the actual yield, they will naturally scramble to exchange grain seeds with her and learn how to cultivate them.
Many things are better done than said, and time never lies.
That night, Lin Wanwan stayed at Lin Mengbo's home. Their elders had all passed away, just leaving a room vacant next door. Because Lin Wanwan had saved the eldest girl, this family was very grateful to Lin Wanwan.
Lying in a house made of oyster shells and large stones, listening to the distant sound of ocean waves, Lin Wanwan tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
Inside the bed lay Qingyu, sleeping soundly.
Lin Wanwan turned her head, borrowing the weak candlelight from the mosquito repellent candles to look at Qingyu for a while, calming her mood considerably.
As she continued to watch, she suddenly thought of the advice she read in the Child Raising Encyclopedia the day before: it's best not to have a night light when a child sleeps, as it might affect their growth. These mosquito repellent candles were still too bright. It seemed there was a need to get some mosquito coils.
Perhaps she had stared too long; the little one responded, her eyelashes quivering as if she was about to open her eyes. Lin Wanwan quickly shifted her gaze so as not to disturb her. Children should sleep more as they grow longer, needing plenty of rest for growth.
Since she couldn't keep watching the little one and couldn't fall asleep, Lin Wanwan simply turned over, got out of bed, gently opened the door, walked out of the courtyard, and headed to the bamboo forest in the backyard.
The sea breeze rustled, stirring her dress as she quietly walked through the bamboo forest, organizing her thoughts by the distant ocean under the light of the Ming Yue.
Having met the descendants of the Lin family from the Tang Dynasty, thinking about it, everyone here was her ancestors. Her ties to the Great Tang increased.
After enjoying the sea breeze and observing the ocean, Lin Wanwan returned to the house, planning to sleep.
Just as she lay down and her arm touched the little one's arm, she felt something was wrong. She quickly lowered her head, forehead to forehead, to feel, and indeed, it was burning hot!
There wasn't anything like a thermometer here, but judging from her touch, it must be above thirty-nine degrees.
It's strange how four-year-old Qingyu didn't get sick when abused by uncles, aunts, grandpas, and grandmas, didn't get sick when hungry eating grass and seafood shells, nor when drinking unclean water or neglecting hygiene.
Now that her intestines are being cared for, nourished daily with rice flour and millet porridge, having a shelter, comfortable bed, and Lin Wanwan's love, suddenly, she is sick. How unfair is this?
By now, it was already late at night, and judging by the moon's position outside, Lin Wanwan roughly estimated it to be around one or two in the early morning.
"No, I can't just let her keep burning with a fever. I need to return to the modern era for a solution." Lin Wanwan frowned, feeling worried about leaving the little one alone but eventually hardened her heart. She opened the Space-Time Gate and returned to her modern villa.
It was four in the afternoon in the modern era, and the pharmacies were still open, but fever medicine in 2022 was a sensitive item. However, no matter how sensitive, she had to buy it!
Lin Wanwan flipped through the Child Raising Encyclopedia, finding the page on handling a fever in a four-year-old.
It suggests observing them for three days if their mood is okay, as children often have recurring fevers lasting about three days. They can be bathed in warm water and have their palms, soles, underarms, and neck — all rich in blood vessels — wiped with warm damp cloths for cooling.
If the temperature exceeds 38.5 degrees, then fever medicine is needed, typically Ibuprofen or Acetaminophen, as these fever medications for children are relatively safe.
If they're in a bad mood and sleepy, it's more serious and needs hospital examination.
After checking, Lin Wanwan put on her mask, took her phone and ID, and went to buy medicine at the pharmacy outside the community.
Even though fever medicine was regulated, as long as the reasons were legitimate and registered under real names, it could still be bought at the pharmacy. As for an ear thermometer, that was even easier to purchase, as long as one had money.
Buying these didn't take much effort; Lin Wanwan gave the excuse of purchasing family backup medicine, and the pharmacy wasn't suspicious. Besides the fever medicine, Lin Wanwan also stocked up on some common medicines. With a child at home, the medicine box couldn't be empty.
After buying the medicine and ear thermometer, Lin Wanwan hurried back to her villa, filled a thermos with hot water, took a child's washbasin, and returned to the Tang Dynasty home.
The barefoot doctor Lin Wanwan, was ready to go!
At that time, Qingyu's face was flushed from fever, with small hands anxiously shifting around on the pillow, seemingly searching for Lin Wanwan's presence, while mumbling with a sobbing tone: "Don't lose me, don't lose me..."
"Won't lose you! Won't lose you!" Lin Wanwan quickly comforted in a soft voice, wrapping Qingyu's small hand with hers. Feeling her presence, Qingyu gradually calmed down.
Lin Wanwan quickly seized the opportunity to measure her temperature with the ear thermometer and found it was 39.4 degrees!
Then it was feeding medicine and preparing warm water to physically reduce the little one's fever.
During this, Qingyu hazily opened her eyes to glance at Lin Wanwan a few times, yet Lin Wanwan felt she was likely unaware, still entirely in her dream.
Lin Wanwan felt a bit guilty, guessing the little one got scared and sick because of it. Before taking the little one back to Lin Family Manor, she neglected to prepare the little one psychologically, mistakenly making her think she was abandoned.
Thinking of this, Lin Wanwan felt the little one was truly pitiful, enduring so much at such a young age.
"Don't worry, mommy will make sure you live as sweetly and happily as being in a honey pot in the future."