Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11087

As for Yang Ruoqing, she quietly came out of the third room. She did not go to the Luo family, but to the old maple tree at the entrance of the village...

She returned to the old maple tree, raised her head and looked at the old maple tree which had lost all its leaves in winter.

This old maple tree grows here and is said to be older than Changping Village.

I have heard from the oldest people in the village that the old maple tree looked like this when they were young. They also heard from the oldest and most respected people in the village who were still alive at that time, and they told their descendants the same things.

So, the age of this tree is indeed a mystery.

However, if it were in modern times, modern tools and techniques could be used to infer the age of the tree.

Yang Ruoqing walked around the old maple tree several times, looking at it from head to toe.

Finally, she was tired of walking, so she sat down on the twisted roots of the old maple tree that had cracked out of the soil.

The roots of this old maple tree looked like this when Yang Ruoqing first came here.

This root is as wide as a woodshed door, and it is twisted and curved. If it is stretched, it would probably be almost three or four meters long.

It arches out from the ground and stands on the ground like a small bridge, surrounding the tree trunk.

So in the summer when it is lush and leafy, there are often many old men and women in the village sitting on the tree bridge under the tree, fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans to enjoy the cool air. Next to them are their grandchildren, and the children lie beside the tree bridge and play house games.

The old men and women chatted about family matters, talking about very distant topics, and telling about things that happened in this village a long, long time ago.

At that time, they were just like the group of children around them. In the blink of an eye, decades of spring and autumn have passed, and the old maple tree is still standing tall and lush in every ring.

But as human beings, their hair has turned gray and their lives are in the twilight years.

Yang Ruoqing sat on the tree bridge under the old maple tree and sighed for a long time. During this time, she only heard laughter coming from the yards of the nearby houses from time to time.

Occasionally, the sound of firecrackers could be heard coming from the entrance of the village and from the yards of people living in various parts of the village.

During this time, she looked up at the old maple tree above her head several times. Not only did she not see the old grandfather that Jun'er mentioned, she also did not hear the old man's cough that she heard when she came here before.

However, the wind here is still very strong. The north wind blows over from the surface of the pond, blowing on the face, causing pain. Yang Ruoqing tightened the scarf around her neck and stood up to go back.

Just as she stood up, she suddenly heard another cough.

She quickly looked up, but there was nothing above the treetops.

She looked around again, but still didn't see anything unusual.

Oh yes, if there was anything unusual, it was that a lame tabby cat walked along the corner of the wall and entered the yard of a nearby family named Huansheng.

Yang Ruoqing retracted her gaze and looked at the old maple tree above her head again, waiting for the next cough.

But it didn't.

How strange!

It clearly sounded like a real cough, as if an old man who had been sick for a long time was coughing, but the sound seemed very distant.

It seems to be here, but also seems not to be here. It's strange.

"Qing'er? Is that Qing'er over there?" Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice calling her.

Turning around, he saw the old brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou coming out of the village and heading towards the village entrance.

Traveling with them were several familiar villagers in the village. Some of them were carrying things in their hands. It seemed that they were visiting relatives and friends in the village to pay New Year's greetings at night, or were coming back from paying New Year's greetings.

"Dad, it's me." Yang Ruoqing took a few steps towards them.

When the villagers saw that it was Yang Ruoqing, they took the initiative to greet her.

Yang Ruoqing responded with a smile and asked casually, "Are you going to pay New Year's greetings?"

One of them pointed to Huansheng's house not far away and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Yes, go to Brother Huansheng's house and wish a happy new year to Huansheng's father, who is also our uncle."

Yang Ruoqing nodded. Changping Village was different from Lijia Village behind. Everyone in Lijia Village had the surname Li, but not in Changping Village. There were people with all kinds of surnames.

Old Yang's family members do not have the same surname as the people in front of them, and they don't interact much with each other. If they meet in the village, they are just acquaintances who nod to each other.

But these people are relatives of the Huansheng family at the entrance of the village. If I remember correctly, Huansheng's father should be the oldest one in their clan with the same surname, Li.

Therefore, it is only natural for them to pay New Year's greetings to the oldest person in the clan on New Year's Eve.

The two parties simply exchanged greetings and left. Yang Huazhong asked Yang Ruoqing, "Why are you staying here alone? Aren't you cold?"

Yang Ruoqing was trying to think of a reason, but Yang Huaming beside her rushed to explain it for her: "Why bother asking? He must have seen that we haven't been here for a while, so he came to look for us!"

"Is that right, Qing'er?"

"Yeah, yes, Fourth Uncle still understands me, haha."

Yang Huazhong nodded, "I talked to your grandfather a little more about your aunt and her family returning to town after the New Year. Let's go."

On the way back, Yang Ruoqing heard Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhong chatting there, talking about the villagers they had just met going to Huansheng's house to pay New Year's greetings.

"I don't know what's happened to Huansheng's father. I heard he was sick and couldn't get out of bed before the New Year."

"Huansheng is a filial son and he will not ignore his father. I heard that he took his father to the county town for medical treatment before the New Year. He said that Wangsheng was not doing well..."

"You can't say Wangsheng is incompetent. He is very good at treating common headaches and fevers, but for difficult and complicated diseases, doctors from large medical clinics outside may be more experienced."

"Also, the medicinal materials in the big clinics outside are more complete, which is not comparable to our small places..."

Yang Ruoqing listened to the conversation between her father and several uncles along the way and got a lot of information.

However, Yang Ruoqing disagrees with the view that there are few medicinal materials in the small village.

  It is true that the medicinal materials are much less than those in the big clinics outside, especially many rare medicinal materials are not available. However, please note that in the Mianniu Mountain that stretches for hundreds of miles, there are mountains upon mountains. The areas that the villagers in and outside the mountains can set foot in, and the areas where there are traces of human activities, are actually less than two-tenths of the entire Mianniu Mountain!

You can imagine that!

In the remaining eight-tenths of the area, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. There is no telling what kind of exotic flowers and plants are growing in the deep mountains and old forests. Many rare and strange medicinal herbs have absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, far more than those outside!

  But, we don’t have the ability to go to such deep mountains and forests to collect herbs. Yang Ruoqing’s herb-collecting team is composed of women, and it’s good enough for them to be able to wander around a few hills outside!

However, no matter what, it was very good that Huansheng was able to send his father to the county town for treatment.

It is like in later generations, when an old man or old woman in the countryside is sick, the son will send his parents to a large hospital in the provincial capital for treatment, instead of taking them to the town clinic for a few injections...

When passing by the door of the third room, Yang Huazhong invited Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou to come to his house and sit down.

Yang Huazhou declined: "Come back later, I'll go back first."