The health-care plan set by the famous doctor Qin Zhao is not as simple as just avoiding certain foods. The doctor, who is said to have studied in the Western Regions, brought a new idea for health care: exercise.
There is actually no concept of sports and fitness in this era.
It goes without saying that the poor people who make a living by farming or doing hard labor have to work hard enough to get enough food. As for scholars, they spend all their time reading and writing every day and will not waste time doing these useless things.
As for wealthy families, they have servants to take care of everything, so they don’t have to do these things.
To some extent, the short average lifespan of ancient people is closely related to these factors.
Therefore, when the doctor proposed this idea, Jing Li was the first to raise his hand in agreement.
Others may not understand these things, but those who have come to modern times know the benefits of keeping fit. Qin Zhao used to practice martial arts, but he stopped practicing martial arts after he was poisoned. Apart from occasionally working in the fields, he has no other opportunities to exercise.
That definitely won't work.
Qin Zhao didn't have this habit, but since her husband agreed, she had no reason to object. In real life, her husband would accompany Qin Zhao to jog along the mountain road every morning.
The air in the mountains is fresh and the temperature is suitable in the early morning. After running, I can go to the fields to water the vegetables and my schedule is very clear.
There is no doubt about Qin Zhao's self-discipline, but Jing Li is the first to have problems.
Things can't be entirely blamed on .
Although the two had been together for such a long time, they were still young after all, and it was inevitable that they would get into a relationship accidentally when sleeping in the same bed every day. Whenever this happened, Qin Zhao would play some tricks to trick the kid into sleeping with Ah Qi.
That was the case that night.
I won't go into too much detail about the process, but to sum it up, the two of them played a little too hard and didn't go to bed until almost dawn.
I just couldn't get up for my morning run.
Qin Zhao actually woke up once when the roosters crowed in the courtyard. He stroked the soft and smooth back of the boy in his arms, closed his eyes and kissed his hair: "It's time to get up for a morning run."
"Hmm..." Jing Li's eyes were red, and his bare shoulders were stained with a faint red mark. He seemed to be afraid of the cold and went deep into Qin Zhao's arms. His voice sounded lazy and sleepy: "Don't bother me..."
Qin Zhao smiled softly: "Are you really not going?"
"No."
After each tender moment, Jing Li would be unusually clingy for a while. He buried his head in Qin Zhao's shoulder and said vaguely, "Please take a leave and go tomorrow."
"I've been lazy for a few times..."
Qin Zhao sighed softly, and the sound came from above his head. Jing Li muttered something softly and soon fell asleep again.
This time I slept well, but I had a nightmare.
The scene in the dream was blurry and unclear. The autumn wind was blowing, people were wearing sackcloth and white mourning clothes, and they were chanting an incomprehensible country tune. The tune dragged on for a long time like a howl.
Jing Li was startled awake by this tune.
The wailing tune from the dream kept echoing in my mind. I was in a trance for a long time before I heard someone calling me.
"Fish?" A gentle kiss fell on her face, warm and soothing. "Don't cry, I'm here."
cry
Jing Li blinked, and the mist in his eyes made it difficult for him to see the person in front of him. He suddenly sat up and grabbed the person's hand: "...Qin Zhao?"
"I'm here, don't be afraid."
Jing Li had not yet woken up from the horrible nightmare. Tears could not stop falling. She called out in a low and hoarse voice over and over again: "Qin Zhao... Qin Zhao..."
Very good.
You are here.
Dreams and reality intertwined at the critical point, fear and sadness were so real. Jing Li threw himself into Qin Zhao's arms, sobbing aggrievedly: "I had a nightmare, oooo..."
I had a nightmare that not only woke me up, but also made me cry.
Qin Zhaojue thought her husband was really cute.
It’s a pity that the atmosphere is not right now and I can’t laugh.
It took Jing Li about an incense stick of time to finally calm down. After he came to his senses, he found that he had embarrassed himself again. He hid in the quilt for half an hour in self-abandonment until his stomach growled with hunger, and then he ended his isolation.
Jing Li didn't tell the content of this nightmare afterwards, and Qin Zhao didn't ask. But since that day, the couple has reached a tacit understanding, urging each other and never avoiding morning jogging.
This is a story for later.
Speaking of farming, Jing Li this time picked vegetable seeds that are easy to care for and mature quickly. For example, cabbage has the shortest growth cycle. It takes only half a month to grow seedlings after planting, and you can eat it after a month.
only…
"Don't you think these cabbage seedlings are growing a little..." Jing Li stood on the ridge of the field, hesitating for a long time before he said in a vague way, "Too many?"
Qin Zhao pressed his brows and said, "Not a little bit."
Since this time, I was cultivating the land myself, the land planning was much more convenient than before in the village. My family didn't have many people, so the land I cultivated didn't need to be too big, just enough to be self-sufficient.
This was what Jing Li originally thought.
But now...
The field used to grow cabbage was full of cabbage seedlings that had just broken through the soil. Dew was hanging on each seedling, and they looked tender and fresh.
This ratio of seedlings is definitely abnormal.
Qin Zhao sighed softly and roughly guessed the reason: "Is this field planted with fish fry?"
“…Yes.” Jing Li covered his face.
I knew that due to the influence of my own quality, the yield of flowers, plants and vegetables might be higher than usual, but I didn't expect that the quality of the fish fry would be so terrible.
The seedling rate is so low and the soil nutrition cannot keep up, so it is possible that all the vegetables in the field will not survive.
Jing Li looked at the cabbage seedlings on the ground and felt distressed and helpless. He asked, "What should we do now?"
Qin Zhao: "The only option is transplantation."
Transplantation is a very laborious task. You need to first cultivate a field nearby, dig up the sprouted cabbage seedlings, and plant them there. When transplanting, you must not damage the roots, and you must not bury them too deep or too shallow, which is more labor-intensive than normal planting.
Relying on his own strength, the fish boy has more than doubled the workload for his father.
I also lost the opportunity to play in the fields.
The fish cub likes all farming activities very much, and often follows his two fathers to the fields to water the vegetables and pull out weeds. But according to the current situation, Jing Li no longer dares to let this cub go to the fields.
Therefore, for the rest of the time, the young fish was only allowed to squat on the edge of the field, watching the adults at home busying themselves.
It took five full days of hard work and three more fields were opened before all the seedlings were transplanted.
Jing Li wiped his sweat, looked at the three newly reclaimed fields, and breathed a sigh of relief: "This should be fine."
"Don't be happy too soon." Qin Zhao handed over some water and said calmly, "Yuzi has planted more than just this piece of land with his own hands."
But I did not forget that on the day of sowing, some fishermen took away half of the vegetable seeds.
Jing Li was not worried about this, and said cheerfully: "Don't worry, I secretly make a wish every day, hoping that the remaining land without seedlings will not grow too many seedlings, and this situation will definitely not happen again."
When it comes to koi luck, of course, this father is more powerful.
Jing Li is very confident.
Qin Zhao had some objections to this. Not to mention the saying that a disciple is better than his master, if subjective thoughts can really affect the strength of fortune, I don't think there will be any thoughts stronger than the fish's obsession with food.
But she didn't want to discourage Jing Li, so she allowed her husband's inexplicable self-confidence to continue for more than half a month.
Until the day when the second vegetable seedlings are harvested.