Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11930

Gazing at the deep night, Luo Fengtang's mind was filled with thoughts of Changping Village.

"I sent the guard back to deliver a message to Qing'er earlier. That silly girl probably won't rest until she gets a reply, right?"

"Sigh, it's tough on her. Lately, everyone's been making a mess of things because of other people's family matters, causing chaos in our own homes..."

If he could, Luo Fengtang would love to bring his horse and gallop back overnight.

but……

Seeing his uncle sitting on the cold ground at his feet, his hands covering his face, unable to extricate himself from sobbing, Luo Fengtang could only forcibly suppress his urge to go home!

Let's focus on the present. Qing'er is so kind and understanding; she'll definitely get it.

"Uncle, the ground is too cold, let's go inside!"

Luo Fengtang squatted down again, held Luo the blacksmith's shoulder, and advised him in a deep voice.

Blacksmith Luo shook his head, choking back tears, and said, "I don't want to go inside, I don't want your aunt to see me like this..."

“Uncle, Aunt is already asleep,” Luo Fengtang said. “The doctor said the medicine she took earlier will make her sleep for five or six hours. Let’s go inside. You’re in the cold wind here, and you might fall ill again…”

Luo Fengtang left his words at that, because he believed that Luo the blacksmith would understand.

If he wants to continue taking care of his younger sister, the old man first needs to be in good health. If he falls ill, he can only stay at home to recuperate and will have no way to go out to visit his sister...

Luo the blacksmith indeed struggled to his feet.

I had just stood up when I felt dizzy and unsteady on my feet, and I almost fell off the steps.

Luo Fengtang quickly supported him, "Uncle, how are you?"

Luo the blacksmith closed his eyes and waved his hand, "It's nothing, it's just that I got too excited."

Luo Fengtang frowned. Getting up too quickly was one thing, but an even more important reason was that he hadn't eaten dinner.

And at noon, I was at home and ate Laba porridge. It was supposed to be made with dozens of ingredients, but it was still just porridge, and porridge doesn't keep you full for long.

Especially after all this commotion over the past half day, from Zhoujia Village to the clinic in the county town, and now it's past midnight...

Not to mention that his uncle was dizzy and unable to stand, even Luo Fengtang himself was so hungry that his stomach was sticking to his back and his hands and feet were ice cold.

"Uncle, let's go inside first." Luo Fengtang helped Luo the blacksmith up, and the two of them turned around and went into the house behind them.

Upon reaching the doorway, Luo the blacksmith paused. He raised his sleeve to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes and face, took a deep breath, and then stepped into the half-closed room…

When Luo Fengtang saw Luo the blacksmith's expression change the moment he pushed open the door and entered the room, his heart clenched painfully.

Uncle... he's forcing a smile, not wanting to bring his sadness and despair to Aunt Da'e.

The problem is that Aunt Da'e has taken her medicine and is sleeping very soundly under the care of Cousin Zhou Wang.

At this moment, she was lying in the hospital's bedding, which was rather thin. Zhou Wang took off his cotton-padded coat and covered her with it.

Zhou Wang himself lay on the edge of the bed, curled up in a ball, shivering from the cold.

Hearing the noise of someone entering, Zhou Wang looked up and, after recognizing the person, quickly stood up and came over to help Luo the blacksmith.

"Uncle, what's wrong? Why are you walking unsteadily?" Zhou Wang's voice was low and full of worry and anxiety.

My mother has practically been given a death sentence by the doctor. I really hope that nothing else goes wrong with my uncle!

Luo the blacksmith waved his hand, "I'm fine. I just sat at the door for too long and my blood circulation got a bit sluggish."

As he spoke, Luo the blacksmith's gaze lingered on Luo Da'e lying on the sickbed, and he lowered his voice to ask Zhou Wang, "Is your mother sleeping soundly right now?"

Zhou Wang followed Luo the blacksmith's gaze to the hospital bed and nodded: "He's sleeping quite soundly right now, probably because the medication is taking effect."

For a long time before, Luo Da'e hadn't been able to sleep well at night because of neck pain. The big lump on her neck was pressing on her neck, making it difficult to not only lift her neck but also to turn her head. Later, even eating, drinking, and breathing became difficult.

Today, she came to the county clinic. The doctor not only gave her a medicine she had never taken before, but also inserted a hollow silver needle, about the length of a chopstick, into that big bag.

They punctured it, drained out some of the pus, and put it into a teacup, filling more than half of it!

It was yellow, viscous, and had a fishy, ​​foul odor...

Thinking of the scenes from the previous treatment, Zhou Wang still felt a churning in his stomach.

Luo the blacksmith felt no turmoil; all he felt was heartache.

Luo the blacksmith went straight to the bedside. The old man slowly sat down on the stool where Zhou Wang had sat before, and reached out to carefully touch Luo Da'e's forehead and face.

Then, the old man reached out to take off his cotton-padded coat to drape over Luo Da'e's shoulders, only to find that what he had taken off was Luo Fengtang's black mink cloak.

The old man then remembered that he had been sitting on the steps by the door, exposed to the cold wind. Luo Fengtang, worried that he would catch a cold, took off his cloak and draped it over him.

"Tang Yazi, take this and wear it, I'm not cold!" The old man placed the cloak on the bed and gestured for Luo Fengtang to take it.

Then, he untied the cloak over his cotton-padded coat. This cloak also had a cape, which was from the bundle that Yang Ruoqing had asked the guards to bring when they came earlier.

Yang Ruoqing picked up two cloaks and asked the guards to bring them to the father and son, also considering that it would be cold at night.

At this moment, seeing that the blacksmith Luo was going to alter his cloak onto Luo Da'e, Luo Fengtang and Zhou Wang stopped him at the same time.

"Uncle, please don't! You'll catch a cold!" Zhou Wang said.

Luo Fengtang then said, "Uncle, cousin, you should all put on your clothes. I'll go to the front yard and ask the clinic staff to bring over two more quilts!"

In fact, Luo Da'e was already covered with two quilts.

There were originally two hospital beds in this room, both with bedding.

The bedding from the other bed had already been brought over by the blacksmith Luo and placed over Luo Da'e...

“Alright, go find them and get some blankets. Make sure there are enough of these. We’ll all lie down on the bed next door for a while later!” said Luo the blacksmith.

Luo Fengtang nodded, temporarily draped his cloak over Luo Da'e, and instructed Luo the blacksmith not to take it off again, then turned and walked out. "Let me help you carry the blanket!" Zhou Wang wanted to follow him.

As a result, when the door opened, the cold wind rushed in. Zhou Wang, who was already wearing only a thin shirt and had taken off his cotton-padded coat, hugged himself tightly, his teeth chattering. His steps, which he wanted to take, felt like they were made of lead, weighing a ton...

"Zhou Wang, you'd better not go. It's freezing cold outside!" Luo the blacksmith called out to Zhou Wang.

Hearing the commotion, Luo Fengtang turned to Zhou Wang and said, "Cousin, you stay here. I'll be right back. You'll definitely catch a cold if you go out in such thin clothes!"

At times like these, Zhou Wang can't afford to collapse. He has a chicken farm, two kids, and a whole host of things to do around the Lunar New Year...

If Zhou Wang, the head of the family, falls, won't the Zhou family fall into chaos?
Zhou Wang stopped trying to be brave and gave in to his body's instincts. He hugged his shoulders, huddled up, and trembled as he returned to the hospital bed.

Luo Fengtang closed the door and quickly left.

In the ward, Luo the blacksmith took off his cloak and, despite Zhou Wang's resistance, used it to tightly cover his nephew.

"Listen to me, your uncle is wearing a cotton-padded coat underneath and is indoors, he won't be cold!" Luo the blacksmith patted Zhou Wang's shoulder hard: "You can't fall down!"

Zhou Wang nodded vigorously, his eyes red.

The two sat by the hospital bed, watching over Luo Da'e. A long silence fell over the room, and neither of them spoke again.

Soon, the owner of the clinic came to the ward with his staff, bringing four quilts and a hot water bottle.

The two quilts continued to cover Luo Da'e, and the hot water bottle was also stuffed under the soles of Luo Da'e's feet.

The other two quilts were placed on the hospital bed next to it, and the clinic owner kept apologizing to Luo Fengtang and Luo the blacksmith.

"Conditions are poor in this small place; I have neglected the General and the Old Master..."

Luo Fengtang waved his hand, "Old shopkeeper, you should go and rest!"

"General, I'll be staying in the front yard. Please feel free to give me any orders."

Luo Fengtang nodded, and the clinic owner then left with his staff.

In fact, the shopkeeper usually lived a very leisurely life at the clinic. He would come every day to check in, give the doctors in charge of the clinic a routine assignment, and then take a carriage back to his two- or three-courtyard house on the outskirts of the county town to enjoy a life surrounded by wives, concubines, children, and grandchildren.

Today, because of General Luo's arrival, the old shopkeeper was so frightened that he hurriedly came to the clinic. Before that, he not only directed several doctors to consult, but also did his best to diagnose Luo Da'e.

Meanwhile, the old shopkeeper himself dared not leave, so he stayed at the clinic, ready to receive orders at any time.

Normally, a doctor and staff would stay at the clinic to take care of such a small matter as delivering bedding, but because of Luo Fengtang, the old manager got up, put on his coat, and came over to deliver the bedding himself.

After leaving the room, the old shopkeeper took a few steps and suddenly stopped near the clinic's kitchen. He turned to the waiter beside him and asked, "What time did General Luo and his men arrive at the clinic today?"

The waiter recalled the time and gave a rough estimate.

The old shopkeeper counted on his fingers and said, "That time was right around dinner time. Before that, they were on their way; after that, they were treating patients; and after that, they were with the patients. They didn't leave the clinic for a single moment."

"Shopkeeper, what do you mean?"

"General Luo and the others probably haven't had dinner yet. Go and call two people to quickly prepare some food and send it over to them. Be quick!"

On a night like this, General Luo and his men must have been both cold and hungry.

"Oh, and boil a few more basins of hot water and send them over so they can soak their feet and feel good!"

In another clinic, being able to do all this is already the best service the old manager could think of given the current conditions.

As for tomorrow at dawn, he will immediately return to his home on the outskirts of the county to bring back several hot water bottles or small copper hand warmers, so as to make a good impression on General Luo by serving him diligently...

In the ward, because there were plenty of blankets, Luo Fengtang came over to help Luo the blacksmith, wanting him to lie down on the bed next door for a while.

But Luo the blacksmith refused, saying, "I'm not sleepy at all. I'd rather sit here and watch over your aunt. I'd feel more at ease that way."

Then, the blacksmith Luo said to Luo Fengtang and Zhou Wang, "You brothers go lie down for a while and rest!"

Luo Fengtang had no intention of lying down, not because he disliked the simple conditions here, but because he had lain down in even the most difficult environments when he was fighting outside.

The strong never complain about their environment; it is they themselves who are wide awake.

Zhou Wang yawned, got up and walked towards the bed. "I'm here to lean against it for a while. It's too cold, and my feet hurt."

Zhou Wang sat down in the quilt, which was icy cold, and his feet were still not warm.

Zhou Wang sighed repeatedly, gazing at the night outside the left window. He thought about how Xiao Huan and her two sons were doing at home on a night like this, probably feeling anxious and confused.

When they bring back bad news, it will be a devastating blow to the mother and her children!
Especially the two children, both raised by their mother, share a deep bond with their grandmother...

But when Zhou Wang turned his head and saw his haggard mother lying on the hospital bed to his right, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. He was heartbroken and helpless...

"Uncle, Tang Yazi, what am I supposed to tell my mother about this when she wakes up tomorrow...?"

Zhou Wang asked in a low voice, his eyes filled with confusion.

The blacksmith Luo also looked worried and didn't know how to respond.

Luo Fengtang also frowned, his face full of trouble.

When Aunt Da'e wakes up tomorrow, she will definitely ask what the doctor said, what illness she has, and whether it can be cured.

Although she had said some self-deprecating things when she was recuperating at home, saying that she was not afraid of death and that she would rather die than suffer like this.

But when she has an attack, when that lump starts to flare up, she panics and gets scared. The survival instinct in her blood takes over, making her want to find any way to treat it. She doesn't want to die, she really doesn't want to die!
No one can truly face death with the same calm and composure as they claim!
“My suggestion is not to say anything,” Luo Fengtang said after a moment’s thought.

“You should always leave a glimmer of hope in everything. If I say too much, I’m worried my aunt might do something rash!” he added.

Luo the blacksmith dared not think of that scene, especially since he also believed in the saying that if a person cannot die peacefully in his sleep, and properly experience birth, aging, sickness and death.

Instead, choosing an extreme way to end one's life prematurely is considered an unnatural death. After death, one will be judged by the Ten Kings of Hell in the underworld and punished!
So in Changping Village, even when the old men and women are tormented by illness, they struggle to drink a sip of rice soup or noodle soup to keep themselves alive, and they dare not easily contemplate suicide.

Furthermore, if an elder commits suicide, it is not good for their children and grandchildren, as it will damage their blessings!

This was also the old lady, Grandma Sun, who was in the late stages of her illness and was reduced to skin and bones. The old lady insisted on enduring the pain and waiting for the King of Hell to come and take her away. She was determined not to end her own life so as not to harm the blessings of her descendants...