Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 10915

Yang Ruoqing handed Wang Cuilian a bowl of salted brown sugar water, "Auntie, take this bowl of salted sugar water to my uncle to drink. I put some medicinal powder in it to make people fall asleep. When he drinks it, will fall asleep.”

"When he falls asleep, we can directly injure him in the carriage and take him to the county hospital."

Wang Cuilian was speechless. She looked at the completely unidentifiable sugar water in the bowl. She couldn't imagine that there was such a magical thing in the world, and that drinking it could make people sleepy?

"Qing'er, will this thing have a bad impact on your uncle's health?"

Wang Cuilian was worried and said: "After all, your uncle is already like this. I'm worried..."

I'm worried that with such a magical drowsiness medicine, what will happen if the old man can't sleep anymore?

Yang Ruoqing saw Wang Cuilian's hesitant look and knew that her aunt was worried that her uncle would be given away when the time came.

"Don't worry, aunt. I'm sure of the amount of this medicine. Besides, who is my uncle? He's my relative. I will definitely not do anything harmful to his health. Don't worry!"

Yang Ruoqing directly exposed Wang Cuilian's inner thoughts, which made Wang Cuilian a little embarrassed.

But facing Yang Ruoqing's sincere eyes and the worry on Yang Ruoqing's face, Wang Cuilian's little embarrassment suddenly became nothing.

What time has it been? Of course, the most important thing is for the family to work together to help the old man cure his illness. Don't think about what is available and what is not.

"Okay, I'll go to the house and give him a drink!"

Wang Cuilian gritted her teeth, picked up the bowl and left.

Yang Ruoqing also followed, but did not follow him into the house. She stayed at the door of the house and waited for any movement.

In the room, Blacksmith Luo was already half-awake. Yang Ruoqing stood at the door and saw the old man lying on the bed through the crack of a finger wide.

It must be that I coughed a lot last night and had a lot of phlegm. It was not comfortable to sleep on my back, so the pillow was a little high.

Lying there at the moment, even with his eyes closed, his mouth was still opening and closing unconsciously. The skin on his neck was aging and sagging due to age.

At this moment, the loose skin, together with the tendons and veins inside, rolled up and down with the movements of opening and closing the mouth and swallowing.

Yang Ruoqing was a little worried when she saw this. If she were someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, she would probably dig her toes into pieces after seeing this scene.

But when I thought about it, she felt very uncomfortable as a bystander standing at the door. As the uncle of the person involved, it was even more painful.

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing could only feel anxious and worried, distressed and intolerable.

Wang Cuilian has come to the bedside, holding the bowl of sweetened sugar water that Yang Ruoqing handed her.

"Blacksmith, are you awake?" Wang Cuilian sat down beside the bed, leaned forward, and asked softly.

"Huh?" Wang Cuilian's reply was an unclear response from Blacksmith Luo, squeezed out from deep in his throat.

"Blacksmith, let me feed you something to drink..."

Wang Cuilian took a spoon, took a spoonful, put it to her mouth and blew gently, then carefully brought it to Blacksmith Luo's mouth.

At this time, Blacksmith Luo also struggled to open his eyes. When he saw the spoon brought to his mouth, he shook his head slightly.

"I won't drink anymore. I won't be able to keep it in my stomach even if I drink it. Let me sleep a little longer." Blacksmith Luo said weakly.

Wang Cuilian was stunned for a moment and subconsciously turned to look at the door.

Blacksmith Luo refused to drink, so Wang Cuilian instinctively wanted to turn around and ask for help from Yang Ruoqing who was standing at the door. Yang Ruoqing gestured towards her to encourage her to continue feeding.

So, Wang Cuilian turned around and said to Blacksmith Luo: "This is salty sugar water. Qing'er brewed it for you. You vomited it several times. Qing'er said that your body is short of water. If you add some salty sugar water, you can sleep well." "

Hearing that it was Yang Ruoqing who brewed it, and that Yang Ruoqing allowed him to drink it, Blacksmith Luo opened his eyes again.

The torment of illness caused the usually lively old man's eyes to lose their luster, and his face became even more sallow. To put it bluntly, the color of Blacksmith Luo's face at this moment was comparable to that of the food burned to the ancestors during the Qingming Festival. That yellow form paper!

"Did Qing'er brew it? Then I'll take a few sips."

Blacksmith Luo's voice was frighteningly hoarse, and the frequent coughing vibrations caused unimaginable trauma to his vocal cords. Whenever he opened his mouth, his vocal cords felt as if they had been cut by a knife, and the sound was heart-wrenching.

Suddenly I thought of a poem by a certain poet: The cuckoo crows and the blood ape mourns.

At this moment, every word out of Blacksmith Luo's mouth seemed to be crying out for blood. Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing became more and more depressed. She only hoped that the old man could drink the sugar water quickly and fall asleep, so that it would be convenient for her later. operate……

In the room, Wang Cuilian fed Blacksmith Luo several sips.

Wang Cuilian watched Blacksmith Luo's reaction nervously and asked, "How is it? Are you drinking well?"

Blacksmith Luo had long since lost the energy to savor the taste of the sugar water. After taking a few sips, he couldn't drink it anymore.

She lay back on the pillow with her eyes closed, raised a hand and waved it gently to Wang Cuilian: "My eyelids are fighting, let me sleep for a while, you go about your business... go..."

The palms dropped and the person fell asleep.

Wang Cuilian sat by the bed with a bowl in her hand and was stunned when she looked at Blacksmith Luo who was sleeping.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing pushed the door open and entered the room, and went straight to the bed.

"Auntie, how much did my uncle drink?"

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's voice, Wang Cuilian suddenly came back to her senses.

She stood up and raised the bowl in front of Yang Ruoqing, "There is still so much left."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the remaining half of the bowl and nodded, "That's enough."

Then, she leaned over and put two fingers on Blacksmith Luo's chin and neck, and nodded, "My uncle should be able to sleep for two hours now."

"Auntie, please pack up and pick up a few pieces of clothes that you and your uncle changed and take them with you. I'll have someone put on my uncle's cotton-padded jacket."

"Okay!" Wang Cuilian quickly put the bowl on the table and went to open the cabinet, took out a baggage roll, shook it out and spread it on the soft couch. Then she went to find Blacksmith Luo's clothes, shoes and socks, and stuffed them into the baggage roll. , and finally tie them up into a tight knot.

And Yang Ruoqing knocked at the door, and the two servants who had been waiting there, Xingwang and Xingwang, came in quickly, and they worked together to help the sleeping blacksmith Luo get dressed.

The place was soon ready, and Yang Ruoqing decided to take Xingwangtong to the county hospital to run errands, while Ping An stayed at home to look after the home.

So Xingwang carried Blacksmith Luo on his back, and Ping An supported him beside him. Wang Cuilian followed Blacksmith Luo on the other side carrying a large bundle.

Yang Ruoqing closed the door and when she caught up, she took Wang Cuilian's big bundle and carried it in her hand.

(End of this chapter)