Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11685

Yang Ruoqing chose the small pavilion behind the Luo family's main hall to treat Yang Yongqing's wounds.

The main reason for choosing the small pavilion behind the main hall is that the blood on his body will have a strong smell. If it is handled indoors, the residual smell will take a long time to dissipate, and it will easily attract flies and mosquitoes in such a summer.

It’s different here in the pavilion. It’s ventilated and breathable, and the floor is made of slate tiles. I’ll just bring a few basins of water and flush it over and I’ll be done.

Yang Yongqing took off his shirt.

Well, those present were not outsiders, but his elders, such as Da Sun, Sun, Wang Cuilian and so on.

Or she could be his sister-in-law or cousin.

It's just taking off the shirt, not the pants, there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Besides, the men from farming families run around with bare chests in the hot summer.

Especially after sunset at the pond at the entrance of the village, those men and boys who came there to wash clothes were all sent away with just a pair of calf pants.
"Cousin, the wound on your arm is quite deep, and the blood is stuck to your clothes. I will use scissors to cut your clothes later, but the remaining part cannot be cut and will be torn out of your flesh, which may..."

"Don't worry, Qing'er, just pull it. I can bear it no matter how painful it is!"

"Qing boy, you will be in pain later, just bite this!"

Cao Bamei suddenly handed over a mouse-shaped puppet made of colorful scraps of cloth.

The doll looked half new and half old. It was obviously a small toy she made for Yongxiao, but she took it out with her.

Yang Yongqing took the thing in his hand and grinned, "Second sister-in-law, you underestimate me too much. I'm not that...hiss!"

Before he could finish his big talk, he felt a tearing pain in his arm. That's right, Yang Ruoqing was giving instructions while working, and she never stopped the work in her hands from beginning to end.

"Hurry up and bite it, little Qing. Don't hold it in!" Cao Bamei didn't dare to look at his back. She could only walk around to the front of Yang Yongqing, staring at his distorted face, and trying to comfort and encourage him while suppressing her heartache and gratitude.

Yang Yongqing shook his head, "No need, it will break Yongxiao's toy... uh..."

Yang Yongqing let out another muffled groan, and the blue veins on his temples popped out in pain, and his vision went dark.

He now experienced what it meant to cut flesh with a soft knife.

"We need to pour some liquor to disinfect it. Just bear with it, young man." Yang Ruoqing's calm voice was accompanied by steady and neat fingertips movements.

'Sizzle!'

When the soju was poured onto the wound on his back, it made a burning sound, just like a pot of hot oil, and then the pork belly prepared nearby was poured into the oil pan...

Yang Yongqing's body tensed up in pain and he almost jumped up from the stool.

The reason why the jump was not successful in the end was because Yang Ruoqing had anticipated it and pressed his shoulder with her other hand in time.

"Ouch!"

This growl was not the howl of a wild beast, but the result of Yang Yongqing's severe pain. In such a hurry, he didn't care about anything else and directly stuffed Yongxiao's toy into his mouth and bit it tightly.

When the pain from the wound came like waves, he bit the doll with all his might to transfer the pain to his tooth crown, making his face distorted and his whole body tremble.

Da Sun, Sun, Cao Bamei and others who were standing by saw Yang Yongqing like this with their own eyes, and they were all feeling uneasy.

Cao Bamei was especially moved and her eyes were filled with tears.

Sometimes when chatting with Yang Yongjin in private, when talking about her brother-in-law Yang Yongqing, Cao Bamei had a lot to say about him.

She always thought he was unreliable, unruly, and not serious. This incident completely changed Cao Bamei's perception of her brother-in-law.

He is worthy of being the children's uncle. Such responsibility really makes her, the second sister-in-law, ashamed!
From now on, she must be nicer to her brother-in-law and love his two children more. This wave of sins was borne by her brother-in-law for the second wife...

While Yang Ruoqing was treating Yang Yongqing's wound, the Luo family had already sent someone to the old house in the village to inform Mrs. Mo.

Soon, Mrs. Mo rushed to the Luo family with Yang Yongqing's clean clothes.

The scene in the pavilion, whether it was the open medicine box on the table, the blood-stained cotton ball thrown on the ground, or the bloody water that was taken away by the lily of the valley, and the basins of clean water that were brought over, soon turned red again...

Even though little Mrs. Mo was born into a scholarly family and had been reserved and introverted since childhood, she lost her composure and almost lost her composure!
"Wife, don't be afraid, I'm fine, I won't die!"

Yang Yongqing spat out the doll in his mouth that had been bitten until it was deformed and broken, raised his head and gave Xiao Mo a reassuring smile.

Little Mrs. Mo opened her lips, but finally swallowed the words back.

"If you have the energy to talk nonsense, I know you won't die."

"Hehe, I still have to protect your mother, how can I fall down? Don't worry, I know what I'm doing!"

Little Mrs. Mo was stunned for a moment, and a complicated feeling surged in her heart.

He understood her and knew what she was worried about and what she wanted to say, so he said it first.

"Don't say anything, just bandage the wound first. If you still have the energy to talk, save it for explaining it to me and the others later."

As Mrs. Mo finished her words, hurried and chaotic footsteps were heard from the front yard of the Luo family.

There was more than one person's footsteps, and Old Yang was calling out, "Where is that bastard Yongqing?"

"Where are you hiding?"

Then the blacksmith Luo's voice came: "Uncle Yang, don't worry. Yongqing is in the pavilion in the backyard. Qing'er is helping him treat his wounds."

Then, the footsteps came straight to the backyard.

Yang Yongqing, who had been grimacing in pain while biting his wound, and then chatting with the group of women around him after he had recovered his breath, became a little panicked when he heard the noise of Old Yang coming over.

"Qing'er, you won't hit me right away, will you? How about letting the wound heal for a while? We can fix it together later?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Don't worry, little brother. Even if I hit you, I won't beat you to death."

"I'll take care of these wounds first. If new ones appear later, I can just spend a little more effort to fix them!"

While he was speaking, a large group of people including Old Yang, Yang Huazhong, Xiao Jie's father, Old Sun, and Old Jiang came over.

The old man immediately saw Yang Yongqing standing in the middle of the pavilion with his bare chest, a white gauze wrapped around his shoulders and his face covered with purple disinfectant.

The old man froze in his tracks and almost fell down the cobblestone steps next to him.

"Damn it, he beat me so hard!"

Old Yang spat fiercely, put his hands behind his back and walked towards the pavilion quickly.

When Yang Yongqing saw this, he was so scared that he quickly jumped up from the stone bench. He subconsciously grabbed the coat brought by Xiao Mo next to him and put it on, then hid behind the fence of the pavilion.

"Master, let's talk nicely. I'm disabled now and can't stand being beaten..."