Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11421

Luo family.

Another day and night passed, and Yang Ruoqing tiptoed into Blacksmith Luo's house carrying breakfast and morning medicine.

The room was dimly lit, the doors and windows were closed, and the candle left on the table had long since burned out, leaving a pool of solidified white candle wax on the base of the candlestick.

The air was filled not only with the smell of unburned candles, but also with a faint scent of herbs and some other rather turbid odors.

Yang Ruoqing gently placed the tray on the table, picked up the silver needle next to it and extinguished the last tiny flame.

The bed curtains dropped down, and the sound of Luo the blacksmith's breathing could be heard from inside the curtains. It sounded heavy and rapid, accompanied by wheezing sounds from blocked nostrils.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the simple mat next to the bed against the wall. The mat was made by temporarily putting together a few benches with a quilt on it. Luo Fengtang wrapped the quilt around himself and was also sleeping soundly.

No matter how lightly I made the entrance, Tang Yazi's hearing ability and alertness would have enabled him to detect it.

But I had been in for a while and he didn't notice it. It can be seen that uncle must not be in a good condition last night. Tang Yazi took care of him all night and didn't fall asleep until dawn.

Similar situations have been happening in the past few days. After several nights of hard work, even someone as strong as Luo Fengtang could no longer bear it.

Yang Ruoqing thought so in her heart, so she turned around and didn't try to wake him up, but went back to the bed.

"Uncle, are you awake?" She asked softly twice through the tent.

"Um……"

Then came the response from Luo the blacksmith.

Yang Ruoqing then pulled up the curtain near the head of the bed.

On the bed, Blacksmith Luo had already opened his eyes. He was grabbing the pillow on the inside of the bed and placing it under his head, struggling to sit up.

"Qing'er, it's so early..."

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, Yang Ruoqing could tell that his voice was even hoarser than yesterday.

"Uncle, breakfast and morning medicine have been delivered to your old man. Do you want to eat first and then go to sleep? Or?"

"Qing'er, I'll eat first. After I'm done, get me some water so I can wash up."

"it is good!"

Washing before eating is in line with the normal daily cleaning procedure, but for a person who is seriously ill, he is not a normal person and does not have enough energy to do that.

It is enough to first support yourself to get the food and medicine into your stomach, restore some energy, then simply wash up and wash away the bitter taste of the medicine in your mouth.

Yang Ruoqing gently helped Luo the blacksmith to sit up, put on his coat, drink the bowl of medicine, and then started to eat breakfast.

Blacksmith Luo's breakfast was the sweet potato and millet porridge that Aunt Rong cooked before dawn. They didn't dare give him eggs, as Wangsheng said eggs were irritants and he should take less of them if he had a cough or fever.

But nutrition cannot be lacking, so millet porridge is paired with small meat buns.

Blacksmith Luo drank a bowl of porridge, ate a small meat bun, and then waved his hands, saying he couldn't eat anymore.

Yang Ruoqing put the dishes and chopsticks back on the table, then turned around and prepared water for Luo the blacksmith to wash his face.

Blacksmith Luo was leaning there, breathing heavily in his throat. Yang Ruoqing turned her head away quietly several times, thinking that the old man was snoring while leaning against the ground. But when she looked, she saw that the old man's eyes were open, and the sound was coming from his nostrils and mouth.

He was like this even when he was awake, which showed that he had serious respiratory problems. Yang Ruoqing had a heavy look of worry between her brows.

But when she turned around and handed the warm towel to Blacksmith Luo to wipe his face, a faint smile returned to her face.

"Uncle, how do you feel today?" Luo the blacksmith wiped his face slowly, carefully felt the sensation of his body, and smiled bitterly, "I feel... nothing has gotten worse."

Yang Ruoqing's smile remained unchanged, and her tone was cheerful, "That's good. This disease is a chronic disease and it will take some time to recover. Uncle, don't worry, just rest and recuperate."

After hearing Yang Ruoqing's advice, Luo the Blacksmith's expression was not as solemn as before. "I'm not in a hurry. I know this disease is not life-threatening. It's just tormenting people, especially all of you."

"What are you talking about, uncle..."

"Hey, look at Tang, you must have been exhausted from serving me last night."

Both of them looked towards the shop. Luo Fengtang was still wrapped in the quilt and sleeping soundly, snoring loudly.

The two of them talked for such a long time, but they didn't wake him up.

"Qing'er, go wake Tang Yazi up and let him go back to his room and have a good sleep on his bed."

"You go back and rest, too. I've eaten and drunk. I don't need anyone to serve me before noon."

"Don't worry about calling him. I'll finish the rest of the work first. It won't be too late to call him when I leave."

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What's left?

Blacksmith Luo thought that Yang Ruoqing was going to take away the dishes on the table, but he found that Yang Ruoqing was not in a hurry to take away the dishes. Instead, she bent down to take out the spittoon that had been used all night under the bed, and picked up the urine bucket in the corner of the room.

Blacksmith Luo understood Yang Ruoqing's intention. The old man was shocked, yet also moved, and subconsciously wanted to speak out to stop her.

However, Luo Fengtang's snoring started again. The old man lowered his voice and anxiously stopped Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, Tang's son will deal with those things later. Put them down for now. They are dirty..."

Yang Ruoqing, however, carried things in her left and right hands, and walked towards the door. She turned around and smiled at Luo the blacksmith, "Who is the same between me and Tang Yazi? Uncle, you lie down and rest, I'll be back soon!"

Looking at Yang Ruoqing's leaving back, Luo the blacksmith sat on the bed with mixed feelings in his heart.

"Hey!" The old man slapped his legs twice, "Hey, when will these old bones get better? I'm dragging down the children..."

"Uncle? Are you awake?"

Over at the shop, Luo Fengtang suddenly woke up. Seeing Luo the blacksmith leaning against the wall, Luo Fengtang was startled and suddenly turned over and sat up.

"Ah, I've been awake for a while. You go back to sleep. Don't panic." Blacksmith Luo waved his hands at Luo Fengtang hurriedly.

Luo Fengtang looked around with sleepy eyes and found the leftover dishes on the table.

"Has Qing'er been here?"

"Well, Qing'er has served me medicine and breakfast, and now she is going to clean my urine bucket and spittoon!" Luo the blacksmith was a little embarrassed. After all, he is the father-in-law and Qing'er is the daughter-in-law. "I told her to leave it there until you can take care of it, but the child felt sorry for you and picked up the urine bucket and left."

After hearing these words, Luo Fengtang lost all desire to sleep. He quickly got up and left the shop, and put on his clothes, shoes and socks in no time.

"Uncle, lie down and rest first. I'll go get her."

"it is good."

Luo Fengtang left the house and headed straight for the backyard. He went out of the backyard door and came to the northwest wall of the courtyard, where there was a large ditch that flowed down from the river at the foot of the mountain upstream.

Usually, Wang Cuilian and her friends grow vegetables outside the courtyard wall, and they use local materials and scoop water from the ditch to irrigate the vegetables.

During the time when Blacksmith Luo was ill, the spittoons and urine buckets were cleaned in this ditch.

When Luo Fengtang came to the ditch, he saw Yang Ruoqing squatting there, holding a bunch of grass in her hand and scrubbing the urine bucket.