Splendid peasant girl busy farming

In the morning, Xiaoduo cooked sticky chicken and vegetable porridge and brought it to the pasture.

At this time, Wang Cuilian and Tuantuan were already awake.

Although Wang Cuilian looked a little pale, she had a good appetite and could sit at the table and eat by herself.

However, although Tuantuan woke up, he was still depressed. When Yang Ruoqing talked to him, he was also listless.

When I feed him chicken porridge, he shakes his head and refuses to eat after a few mouthfuls.

This made Yang Ruoqing, Xiaoduo, and even Wang Cuilian worried.

Because this chicken and vegetable porridge was Tuantuan’s favorite food in the past.

"Son, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Are you not hungry if you don't eat?"

Yang Ruoqing held him in her arms and raised her hand to stroke his forehead.

The temperature of my forehead is also okay, there is no fever or anything.

Tuantuan was lying limply in Yang Ruoqing's arms. The child who used to be so talkative suddenly seemed to be less talkative.

Many times, even if Yang Ruoqing held him and walked around the room, and he put his head on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder, he would remain eerily silent.

But to say that he was distracted and his eyes were straight, that's not to say that the child's eyes were no longer dull, and there was something vivid like a normal person in his eyes.

However, he seemed to be meditating more often, and there was a kind of quietness and contemplation in his eyes that Yang Ruoqing couldn't understand, and that was inconsistent with his age...

"Sister, Tuan Tuan is a bit strange. Didn't Director Yuan say earlier that Tuan Tuan would be fine as long as he wakes up? Why is this child silent and has no appetite?"

While Tuantuan was already asleep in Yang Ruoqing's arms, Xiaoduo couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Wang Cuilian was also very worried and said: "If it doesn't work, let's ask Taoist Priest Yuan to come over and take a look again!"

"I'm just worried about that...that one is too powerful and won't let my whole family go!"

There are some things that Wang Cuilian can't say directly in front of Xiaoduo.

Because now everyone from the Luo family, the Xiang family, and the Xiang family all know that the person buried under the small temple is Xiaoduo's biological daughter, Rourou, but Xiaoduo herself doesn't know.

This matter cannot be spoken out. If it is spoken out, Xiaoduo may not be able to withstand the blow.

So Wang Cuilian can only use one thing to describe it.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Wang Cuilian and Xiao Duo in front of her, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Daoist Master Yuan said that Auntie and Tuantuan can't leave the house for three days. It's only been one day. Let's wait and see for another two days."

"If after three days, Tuan Tuan is still in this state, I will take him directly to the Taoist Temple to show him to Taoist Priest Yuan."

Because Wang Cuilian had woken up and Yang Ruoqing had someone by her side, Lao Yangtou and Tan went back.

Lian and Xiaoduo finished delivering the meals and returned to Changping Village to take care of the children.

At night, Yang Ruoqing brought hot water and asked Auntie and Tuantuan to wash their faces and feet so that everyone could go to bed early.

Tuantuan fell asleep as soon as he put it on the bed. Yang Ruoqing slept beside Tuantuan, and Wang Cuilian was on the bed opposite.

The house was lit with lights, and the cattle dealer and Mr. Xiang Sheng set up a shop at the door to sleep, almost like door gods blocking the way.

In the room, Yang Ruoqing and Wang Cuilian knew that they were blocking them there, so they felt at ease.

"Qing'er, when I fainted in the room, the thing I saw... didn't look like that child."

"It doesn't look like it?" Yang Ruoqing was tucking Tuantuan into bed when she suddenly heard Wang Cuilian say this, and she was stunned for a moment.

"What do you mean? Auntie, please be careful."

Wang Cuilian sat on the bed with her clothes on, frowning, trying to remember: "I can't tell you the details. At that time, I felt like I was in a dream. I was dizzy and couldn't see things clearly."

"I just thought that I couldn't lose my family Tuantuan. I would be wherever Tuantuan is. My whole body was like a kite with its string cut off, following Tuantuan and floating around."

"Then, I floated to a river and saw a shadow in front of me. The shadow didn't look like a child, but more like a long-haired woman in red clothes..." Wang Cuilian couldn't help but shrink her neck when she said this. .

The white hairs on Yang Ruoqing's arms also started to sweat.

It feels like the temperature around here is starting to drop again...

That night, maybe because of what Wang Cuilian said before going to bed, Yang Ruoqing also had a dream.

In the dream, she returned to modern times in a trance.

On the left is a Hui-style community. The community looks to be more than ten years old and belongs to the urban-rural fringe.

Usually, communities in the urban-rural fringe have a distinctive feature, that is, abandoned properties.

The areas inside and outside the community that were originally green belts have been dug up by women or old ladies in the community and planted with various vegetables.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know why she suddenly returned to modern times. Anyway, she was walking aimlessly by the river outside the community, walking...

In the dream, fog suddenly arose. Although there was a community next to it and a large vegetable garden, it was eerily quiet and not a sound could be heard.

Not only were there no pedestrians passing by, but there was also no sound of vehicles.

There was more and more fog on the waterfront ahead, and the vision became increasingly hazy.

In a daze, Yang Ruoqing vaguely heard the sobbing of a child in the mist.

The cry is somewhat familiar...

round and round?

Yang Ruoqing trembled violently and rushed into the thick fog in front of her.

The mist was green and I couldn't see anything around. I had obviously been chasing the cry for a long time, but I felt that the distance between my feet and the cry had not changed at all at this moment.

This is not right.

Yang Ruoqing was spinning in the mist, and suddenly she seemed to hit a wall or someone. With a bang, she opened her eyes suddenly.

She was inside the tent, and little hands were pushing her.

"Mom, I'm thirsty."

"Ah, okay, okay, mommy will give you some water!"

After putting the strange dream behind her, Yang Ruoqing quickly stood up and poured water for Tuantuan.

At this time, there was morning light outside the window, and the light in the room was dim. The candle in the candlestick on the table had burned all night, and the candle flame was weak. A large pool of melted candle tears gathered at the base of the candlestick.

Yang Ruoqing poured warm water and brought it back to the bed to feed Tuantuan.

Wang Cuilian on the other bed also woke up and sat up.

"Auntie, it's still early after this. You can sleep for a while."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and whispered to Wang Cuilian.

Wang Cuilian smiled and said, "If you can't sleep, sit down for a while."

Yang Ruoqing knew that when her aunt was at home, she would get up at almost this hour to prepare the family's breakfast.

Now she suddenly has to stay in this small house for three days without being able to go out. For a hard-working old woman, that is simply worse than going to jail.

"Qing'er, did you have a nightmare last night? I woke up and heard you moaning."

"I forgot about it myself. Even if it was, it was probably just a dream about urinating. I forgot about it when I woke up."