Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11433

Just when Yang Ruoqing was feeling empty, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind her.

She turned around in surprise, and saw a tall girl of about 28 years old, carrying a heavy basket in her hands, with a blue skirt tied around her waist. Unlike other girls who had rings and pendants hanging around their waists, this girl had a dagger hanging around her waist. She looked bright and capable, and was striding towards the gate of Luo's courtyard.

"Girl? How come you have time to come back?"

Yang Ruoqing was overjoyed, all her disappointment disappeared in an instant, and she smiled and ran over to meet him.

"Mom, I came back to visit my great-grandfather." Baby Luo said with a smile.

Then she deliberately put away her smile and glared at Yang Ruoqing in a pretended unhappy manner: "Mom, what's going on between you and my dad? My great grandfather has been ill for so long, and you didn't tell me a word. I only heard about this from Sister Yuhuan in our village today!"

When he heard that his uncle had been ill for half a month and the family had hired many doctors to treat him, Luo Baobao was shocked. He quickly packed up, handed over the affairs of the camp to Aunt Hongxiu, and hurried down the mountain.

"Yuhuan?" Yang Ruoqing searched for the name in her mind and soon found Yuhuan herself.

The girl was about the same age as He'er and Ju'er. She was the daughter of a cousin of the Yang family. Her full name was Yang Yuhuan.

Yang Yuhuan's mother was Huang, and Yang Ruoqing called her Aunt Huang. Aunt Huang was a good cook, efficient, energetic, and had the ability to take command.

Whenever the people in Changping Village hold weddings or funerals, they like to invite Aunt Huang to cook and take care of the arrangements.

Yang Yuhuan was Aunt Huang's daughter. She married in Changping Village when she grew up. The man was from the Chen family, a big family in Changping Village, and her husband's name was Chen Jinbao.

"You were in the camp, and your sister Yuhuan was in the village. How did you hear what she said?"

Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile, and at the same time reached out to take the basket that Luo Baobao brought back. The basket was covered with a piece of blue printed cloth, so she couldn't see what was inside, but it did feel heavy when she held it in her hand.

"I was training the female soldiers in the camp. Sister Yuhuan and several other aunts and sisters-in-law from our village went into the mountains to collect firewood. They were thirsty and came to my camp to ask for water..."

Luo Baobao suddenly remembered something when she was talking, and she changed the subject and continued to glare at Yang Ruoqing: "Mom, don't try to change the subject. You haven't told me yet, why did you hide the fact that my great grandfather was sick?"

The whole village knew about it, but I, the granddaughter who was raised by my great grandfather, was still in the dark and knew nothing, let alone taking care of him and helping him share his burdens...

Yang Ruoqing knew that her daughter was really annoyed about the secrecy she and her father had kept. If she were in her shoes, she would probably be unhappy too.

Yang Ruoqing held the basket in one hand and freed up the other hand to hold Luo Baobao's hand.

Fortunately, although this girl puffed up her cheeks, she did not shake off Yang Ruoqing's hand.

"It's not that your father and I deliberately hid it from you. It's just that during those few days, we put all our minds on taking care of your great grandfather. We just wanted to stabilize his condition first and not let him suffer so much!"

"Your grandparents, as well as other relatives and friends, are all very worried about your great grandfather. Everyone wanted to come visit him, but we stopped them all!"

Luo Baobao followed Yang Ruoqing into the Luo family yard, his expression softened a bit, "Mom, I don't blame you and my dad, things have their priorities, I understand!"

"So how is my great grandfather now? Is he feeling better and hungry?"

"The other symptoms are better, but my throat is a little hoarse and I can't speak very clearly..."

Rong Gu heard the noise and came to the yard.

"The eldest lady is back?"

"Aunt Rong, is my great grandfather awake?" "Unfortunately, the old man took medicine half an hour ago and is still sleeping."

Luo Baobao, who was originally running excitedly to the blacksmith Luo's house in the backyard impatiently, stopped when he heard this.

She thought for a moment, then turned to Yang Ruoqing and said, "Mom, I'll wait until Grandpa wakes up before going to see him. Let's go to the main hall. I still have a lot to ask you."

Yang Ruoqing knew that her daughter would definitely ask about the specific details of Luo the Blacksmith's illness, so she smiled with relief and said, "Okay, let's go sit in the main hall for a while."

Aunt Rong saw the basket in Yang Ruoqing's hand and was about to take it, but Luo Baobao suddenly said, "Don't worry, Aunt Rong, there are fragile things in it. Let me take care of it."

Luo Baobao took the basket from Aunt Rong again and quickly went to the main room with it.

Yang Ruoqing and Rong Gu were left staring at each other, their curiosity aroused. Yang Ruoqing said, "Let's go and see what fragile treasures are in the basket."

The two of them quickly followed into the main room and saw Luo Baobao put the basket in the middle of the table and uncovered the blue floral cloth covering it.

"Mom, Aunt Rong, come and see what delicious food I brought for my great grandfather."

Baby Luo blinked excitedly at Yang Ruoqing and Rong Gu.

The two of them quickly came to the table and looked at the basket in Luo Baobao's hand.

As the blue floral cloth was unveiled, the basket was filled with a layer of colorful quail eggs.

"Aren't these quail eggs?" Aunt Rong's eyes lit up. "Where did you get so many quail eggs, Miss?"

"Aunt Rong, you can call me baby, or Wuyou, but don't call me Miss, it's too distant!" Baby Luo smiled and blinked at Aunt Rong with a playful smile. Such kindness and casualness made Aunt Rong smile sincerely.

"Oh, I forgot, Wuyou, you don't raise quails in your camp, right? How come you picked up so many quail eggs? These are good things!" Aunt Rong said again.

Yang Ruoqing stood aside and nodded secretly.

The quail eggs of this era are different from those of later generations.

In later generations, due to the development of breeding technology, quail eggs are sold in baskets on the market, both raw and cooked.

In supermarkets, quail eggs are also made into various ready-to-eat snacks, including salt-baked, spicy, and various other flavors.

But in this era, quail eggs are a food that only a few rich, powerful and well-connected families can eat regularly.

When Yang Ruoqing went to those places in the towns, the diners all praised it, saying that a quail egg was comparable to nine chicken eggs. Quail eggs were extremely useful for sick elderly people and young growing children, so the price of quail eggs was also blown up by those people.

In fact, in Yang Ruoqing's opinion, the difference between quail eggs and chicken eggs is nothing more than the difference in certain trace elements. In essence, there is no substantial difference between the two types of eggs.

But things are valuable because they are rare. Because they are rare and difficult to get, quail eggs become even more precious.

Moreover, quail eggs are difficult to preserve, costly, and fragile.

This also explains why Luo Baobao was carrying the quail eggs with a cloth covering them, and was so cautious in everything he did.

"Girl, where did you get so many quail eggs?" Yang Ruoqing, like Aunt Rong, was very curious about the origin of these eggs. After all, there were no quails raised in the camp, so they couldn't have picked them up from the mountains, right?