Splendid peasant girl busy farming

At this moment, salt water and soju were used to clean and disinfect the wound. At the same time, Wang Sheng also used a knife to scrape off the rotten flesh near the man's wound bit by bit...

You can imagine the pain of cutting out flesh and eroding bones.

If it had been anyone else, they would have screamed louder than the slaughter of a pig.

But this man was so silent that Yang Ruoqing even wondered if he was mute!
Even if you are mute, it will always hurt so much that you howl, right?
But he still didn't.

However, seeing his hands tightly grasping the sheets wet with cold sweat, seeing that his facial features were twisted together in pain, and the veins on his forehead were swollen and protruding...

Obviously, the man is fighting this pain with all his heart!
Finally, when Wang Sheng put an end to all this and applied the medicine to the man, the man's tight strings completely relaxed.

As soon as he closed his eyes, his body fell back and he fell straight on the pillow and lost consciousness.

The woman was shocked and was about to pounce, but was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.

"It's okay, he just relaxed and fell asleep."

The woman was dubious.

Until Wang Sheng also turned to her and said, "Qing'er is right, has your man not slept for many days?"

The woman nodded vigorously and sobbed: "He really didn't close his eyes..."

He said he was afraid that if he closed his eyes, he would never wake up again.

If he couldn't wake up, who would protect the mother and son as they fled south?

As long as he didn't die, even if he was semi-conscious, even if he couldn't move easily, he would go to the wooden car. The men with evil intentions along the way would be somewhat of a fear.

Even if he could sleep, he would escort the mother and son to a place where the customs were relatively simple and the villagers were enthusiastic, so as to find some hope for the mother and son...

After the man fell asleep, Yang Ruoqing said to the woman: "Let him have a good sleep. Let's go to the door to talk."

The woman nodded, then followed Yang Ruoqing out of the house with the child still moaning in her arms.

In the main room, Yang Ruoqing brought a bowl of brewed, delicate, fragrant and sweet mist to the woman, "Feed it to the child."

The woman was grateful again and put the child on her lap, but the child was only more than six months old and could not sit firmly without external support.

The woman was about to put the child on her lap, but it would be a bit difficult to feed her like this.

Yang Ruoqing pushed over a small stool with high legs, a seat and a backrest. The surface of the small stool was not made of hard wood, but covered with a layer of soft leather.

"Put the doll on this stool and sit on it. This stool is a special stool that my two sons used to eat when they were young." Yang Ruoqing added.

When the woman saw the high stool, her eyes lit up.

"This stool is really well designed. Children can see the food on the table while sitting on it, giving them a sense of participation in eating."

The woman's gaze continued downward, and when she saw the stool, she couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"The leather is smooth, soft, and waterproof. If a child sits on it and eats, whether he pees or accidentally spills soup or water, just wipe it off and it will be fine."

"This material is warm in winter and cool in summer. It is truly a treasured stool!"

"That's my throne!"

A crisp voice sounded at the door, and Tuantuan stood there, sweating profusely from playing. He was returning to the main room to drink tea.

Wang Cuilian saw that Yang Ruoqing was in the main room, so she stayed on the wind and rain corridor on the left side of the front yard leading to the backyard and did not follow her.

In the main room, Tuan Tuan walked up to the woman and child. He held his stool and said to them: "Auntie, is your baby a little brother or a little sister?"

The woman was attracted by Tuantuan's good looks, and even more pulled back from her thoughts by his childish questioning. She smiled and put the little baby in her arms on the stool and sat down.

"You'll know for yourself when you see it."

Tuan Tuan really tilted her little head to look at the little baby wearing crotchless pants. Then, he shouted happily: "It's a little sister. I like little sisters the most!"

The woman smiled.

Yang Ruoqing also smiled.

She handed the rice cereal to the woman and asked her to feed her child. At the same time, she pulled Tuantuan to her and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his head.

"Didn't you say you liked the young lady before? Now you have changed your mind?"

"I like both my sister and my sister!"

"Then what don't you like?"

"I like everything. I hope to have many brothers, sisters, and younger brothers and sisters to play with me!"

"I just want to play, come here, have a drink of water, and then go out to play!"

It is the nature of children to love to play, especially little boys, who are so energetic that they cannot stop for a moment.

After sending Tuan Tuan away, Yang Ruoqing chatted with the woman.

After some more questioning, she roughly figured out the origins of this family.

They came from a village in a county to the north and west. This year, there was a drought and no crops were harvested.

Their family is not a big family in the local area, but fortunately the man and his son are very capable and take care of seven or eight acres of crops. In the past, the family could have enough food and clothing every year.

But it won't work this year. Due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, the entire family in their village has fled.

At first, they fled the famine together as a family, but halfway through, due to illness and other reasons, the family's population dropped sharply.

After arriving in Qing'an County, my old father also died of illness...

"If I hadn't met a kind person like you, Mrs. Luo, I'm afraid my child's father wouldn't be able to survive today... You are our great benefactor!"

The woman burst into tears, and even if a person with nothing expressed gratitude, it was so humble.

Because apart from her few pale words, she had nothing else to prove her sincerity...

However, for Yang Ruoqing, she does not need the other party to come up with anything external to prove sincerity.

She had seen the most sincere thing in the other person's eyes.

That's enough.

"You guys are not doing well today, and there's nothing you can do about it." Yang Ruoqing said.

"I don't think your man looks like an ordinary farmer. He should be a practicing farmer."

"When you get through this period of famine, and when your man recovers his health, let him find a hard-working job in a nearby town. As long as you, mother and son, live a more careful life, you will be able to survive! "

The woman nodded tearfully.

"Mrs. Luo has good eyesight. Before my husband went home to work in the fields, he actually took part in the martial arts examination held by the imperial court."

"He was the best martial artist of their year..."

Wu Tanhua?
Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes.

No wonder when I saw this man's moves and his eyes today, I felt that he was not simple.

It turned out to be someone who was a martial artist in high school! No wonder!
By the way, luckily her man is Wu Tanhua. The title Tanhua sounds better than Number One Scholar.

If it were Wu Zhuangyuan, it would remind Yang Ruoqing of the Washington servant in "Tang Bo Hu Spots Autumn Fragrance", and she was afraid that she would not be able to help but laugh...