Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11931

Tears welled up in Luo the blacksmith's eyes again. He nodded and said to Zhou Wang, "Don't tell anyone, whatever you do, don't let your mother know the truth. She's timid..."

Zhou Wang understood; in fact, he thought the same thing himself.

A white lie: I'll prescribe the best medicine and give it to my mother on time every day.

It would give my mother hope for her illness and medicine, and it would make her feel better. What if some ancestor blessed her, or the Bodhisattva opened his eyes and a miracle really happened?
In order to avoid giving themselves away, Luo Da'e would definitely ask the three of them separately, so the three of them agreed on their story again.

Just then, the sound of the night watchman's gong came from outside.

"Bang! Bang!"

It's already past midnight.

"Uncle, cousin, are you hungry?" Luo Fengtang suddenly remembered this at this moment. No wonder he felt something was missing after he came back with the bedding earlier.

Hearing the time now, I suddenly remembered.

Luo the blacksmith was so hungry that he didn't feel anything at the moment.

As for Zhou Wang, he was indeed starving.

“It’s the middle of the night, even if we’re hungry, there’s nothing we can do. We’ll just have to bear it and wait until it’s almost dawn. Then I’ll go out and buy you breakfast!” Zhou Wang said.

Luo Fengtang then said, "I saw that the clinic seems to have a kitchen..."

Before he could finish speaking, footsteps came from outside, along with the waiter's cautious inquiry.

"General, the shopkeeper ordered me to cook something for everyone."

One sentence made the eyes of the three men in the room light up.

"Come in."

As Luo Fengtang responded, the door was pushed open, and the waiter carried a three-tiered food box in his left hand and a full bucket of hot water in his right, with several clean handkerchiefs draped over his shoulder.

He carried the things into the house and said, "I'm right next door. General, please feel free to give me any orders."

"Thank you for your trouble, young man." As long as Luo Fengtang is not on the battlefield, he is usually quite gentle in his dealings with people.

The waiter never expected that he would receive such a noble word as "thank you for your trouble" from such a great general in his lifetime. He felt as if he had lost two ounces of weight, and it wasn't until he left the house and was hit in the face by the cold wind outside that he came back to his senses.

I was so excited I almost jumped for joy, but I couldn't, because the patient in the ward had a difficult-to-treat illness, and everyone was feeling very heavy-hearted!

The waiter tiptoed into the kitchen, where he tended the fire in the stove, ready to fulfill any orders from the general and his men immediately…

In the ward, Luo Fengtang opened the food box, which contained three bowls of noodles.

The noodles were made with shredded pork and a poached egg, cooked in lard. A fragrant aroma wafted out as soon as the lid of the food box was lifted.

This made the three people, who were already starving, feel even more unbearably hungry.

"Uncle, you eat first." Luo Fengtang handed a bowl to Luo the blacksmith.

Then, he and Zhou Wang each took one of the remaining two bowls.

None of the three refused; they all slurped up the food readily and quickly finished their bowls, soup and noodles alike.

"People still need to eat, you know. After finishing this bowl of noodles, I feel warm in my hands and feet," Zhou Wang said with a burp.

Luo Fengtang shared the same sentiment.

However, although Luo the blacksmith had eaten his fill, his mood became increasingly depressed.

He was thinking of his sister, Luo Da'e. Wasn't she hungry?
She was so hungry! She hadn't had a decent meal in days, but because of that big bag, she couldn't eat to her heart's content. Sigh!
"Uncle, there's hot water here, why don't you soak your feet?"

"I won't soak, you guys soak."

"Uncle, you soak your feet first, then my cousin will soak his. My feet are warm enough, I don't need to!"

Under Luo Fengtang's strong insistence, Luo the blacksmith and Zhou Wang complied with his arrangement.

Furthermore, Luo Fengtang squatted down and personally helped the blacksmith Luo take off his shoes and socks. He then gently placed the old man's feet, which were frozen like iron plates, into the hot water bucket. He then covered the blacksmith Luo's legs with his own cloak to ensure that the heat did not escape, so as to achieve the best foot soaking effect.

When the old man put his icy cold feet into the hot water, the comfortable feeling immediately traveled up his soles to the insteps, then down his ankles and calves, warming his lower body.

The old man let out a comfortable sigh of relief, feeling that he had finally come back to life after most of the day.

But looking at Luo Fengtang, who was busy taking care of him, especially the dark circles under Luo Fengtang's eyes, the old man felt very uncomfortable.

At this moment, Zhou Wang, having eaten and drunk his fill, felt a bit hungry. So he got up, greeted Luo the blacksmith and Luo Fengtang, opened the door, and went out to find a clinic and a toilet.

Inside the room, Luo the blacksmith glanced at Luo Da'e, who was still fast asleep on the sickbed, then turned to Luo Fengtang, who was making tea, and whispered, "Tomorrow morning, after you've had breakfast, hurry home. There's a lot to do at home."

Luo Fengtang shook his head, "No rush, let's talk about it after Aunt wakes up."

“Your aunt has me here, and Zhou Wang too! If you don’t go back, I’m worried Qing’er won’t be able to manage on her own!”

"Uncle, I'm really not in a hurry. We're already here, so what's a little more time?" Luo Fengtang said. "Besides, I've already sent a message back to Qing'er through the guards, so things won't fall apart at home."

"Then do as you please, sigh!" The blacksmith Luo didn't try to persuade her any further. He turned his head and stared at Luo Da'e with a pained look in his eyes, remaining silent.

After a while, the blacksmith Luo spoke again.

"The doctor said that your aunt's illness is incurable, and even if she stayed in the clinic every day, it wouldn't be a problem," the old man said.

“I sounded out your cousin Zhou Wang earlier, and from what he said, he probably wants to get some medicine, so I’ll take your aunt home.”

Luo Fengtang nodded gently: "That's all we can do. If there's any hope of saving him, I believe my cousin will definitely not give up!"

"So, Uncle, don't insist too much, and don't make things difficult for my cousin."

Only someone with Luo Fengtang's identity could speak so frankly with Luo the blacksmith.

That's also the case.

Because in the surrounding villages, the road to a married woman's maternal home is the longest.

If she dies, even if she has already given birth to many children and grandchildren in her husband's family, the local custom is that the son breaks the coffin and the body is placed in the coffin for burial. However, her brothers or nephews must come and call for the "spirit to rise." If the male members of her family do not come, or if they come but do not call for the spirit to rise, then the coffin cannot be carried to the burial site!
The burial of a coffin is governed by strict rules. In matters of medical treatment, whether to give up and wait for death or struggle to live... is sometimes not a decision that the patient's children can make on their own. The opinions of the mother's maternal uncles and nephews are also very important.

Especially for a powerful maternal family like the Luo family, their influence is even greater.

However, Luo Fengtang was too lazy to exercise that kind of power over his aunt Luo Da'e, because he felt it was completely unnecessary. They were a loving mother and son, so why should he interfere?
Furthermore, he didn't have much of a niece-aunt relationship with Aunt Luo Da'e. The reason they maintained contact over the years was mainly out of respect for Luo the blacksmith.

Luo Fengtang wouldn't interfere with Zhou Wang's decision, but he was worried that Luo the blacksmith might, which is why he solemnly reminded the old man.

“Uncle, we all understand my aunt’s situation. There’s not much point in keeping her at the clinic. It’s not about money anymore. Cousin Zhou Wang has plenty of money, and we can pay for her medical expenses, but it’s pointless. So it’s better for her to go home!”

Luo the blacksmith frowned and remained silent for a long time.

Luo Fengtang remained silent, sitting down beside her with a cup of hot tea to warm his hands, occasionally taking a sip.

He understood his uncle's inner turmoil.

I don't want to give up, but some things you can't simply choose not to give up just because you don't want to.

Give your uncle some time. There are many things that are beyond our control, and we can only accept them.

"Fine, whatever Zhou Wang wants, I won't say anything more."

After a long pause, Luo the blacksmith finally spoke again.

“Your aunt also suffered in the clinic, in the freezing cold.”

"Zhou Wang's chicken farm is busy as the year draws to a close. Xiao Huan has to take care of two children by herself, and the chicken farm can't be left entirely to Zhou Quan. After all, he's young and doesn't know how to handle many things."

Furthermore, Zhou Quan was unaware of his own background and did not know that he was the Zhou family's nephew.

Zhou Quan had always worked at the chicken farm as a helper, meaning he was always an outsider at heart.

However, if I tell him the truth about some things, his mindset might change after he starts to consider me one of his own. He might become more proactive, but then he might no longer be satisfied with just the wages he deserves as a worker, which would be even worse.

However, right now, Luo the blacksmith felt he was out of his mind. Da'e was lying here in this state, and he was still thinking about whether Zhou Quan would try to take over the chicken farm after he found out about his background...

"It's freezing cold, it would be better for your aunt to go home and recuperate!" Luo the blacksmith concluded.

Luo Fengtang nodded in agreement. Like fallen leaves returning to their roots, or a fox returning to its den to die, if one day his own life were to enter its final countdown, he would crawl back to the Luo family home in Changping Village, and leave this world lying on that familiar large bed in the backyard bedroom…

Of course, Luo Fengtang knew that would be a long time from now, because his martial arts skills had improved and his body had broken through the bottleneck of ordinary people...

The blacksmith and Luo Fengtang were lost in thought when Zhou Wang pushed the door open and entered the room, breaking their reverie.

"Oh dear, it's so cold outside, the north wind is howling, it looks like it's going to snow in the next few days." Zhou Wang rubbed his hands together, a layer of white mist forming in front of his mouth as he spoke.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "It is indeed cold. Judging by the dates, it should snow as the year draws to a close."

Luo Fengtang couldn't help but think of his two little ones at home, who kept asking when it would snow and why it hadn't snowed yet.

Because Luo Fengtang had promised that when it snowed, he would let them build a snowman in the yard.

Children, on the other hand, are not afraid of the cold. Their little hands turn red from playing in the snow, and snot hangs from their noses, but they still have a lot of energy.

Thinking of his two little ones at home, Luo Fengtang really wanted to go back...

"Zhou Wang, what are you going to do after your mother wakes up tomorrow?" Luo the blacksmith had no interest in participating in the discussion about whether it would snow or not.

So what if it snows? So what if it doesn't snow? Will it change his sister's condition?
When asked about this, Zhou Wang thought about it seriously and said, "Uncle, I was just thinking of discussing this with you and Tang Yazi. What do you think?"

Luo Fengtang said, "Cousin, you can make the decision. Uncle and I both support you."

Zhou Wang was taken aback, then looked at Luo the blacksmith again.

Luo the blacksmith nodded: "You are your mother's son, and you are a filial and good son. Over the years, your mother has never said anything bad about you, and we can see that clearly."

"Now, you can weigh the options. Whatever decision you make, we, your family... will stand with you!"

Luo Fengtang added, "If you need our help, just ask! Don't be shy!"

Zhou Wang's eyes reddened, and he gritted his teeth and nodded forcefully.

He glanced at Luo Da'e's thin, sallow face and said in a deep voice, "My mother is unfortunate to have contracted this agonizing illness. As her son, I am powerless to help her."

"If there's any way to cure her, I'll sell everything I own to save my mother's life!"

"But……"

Zhou Wang choked up, lowered his head, and composed himself.

Luo Fengtang walked over and patted Zhou Wang on the shoulder.

There were no words, but that's how concise and meaningful the words of comfort between men can be.

Zhou Wang nodded, took a deep breath, and continued, "Considering the practical situation, I plan to tell my mother a white lie when she wakes up."

"Then, I will ask the doctor for the best medicine that is most suitable for my mother and take it home to take care of her."

"And that big lump on her neck, after we drained the pus from it today, the swelling went down and my mother was able to sleep well. I'm thinking, if she has to be given more fluids in the future and it interferes with her eating, drinking and sleeping, maybe we can poke it open and let it out?"

Suddenly, Luo the blacksmith seemed to have a breakthrough in his thinking, and he nodded repeatedly, "That's a good idea. We might as well ask the doctor. If we can't cure the root cause, then we can treat the symptoms!"

"Who knows, once all the pus has been drained, the illness might improve? You never know!"

"Tang Yazi, what do you think?"

Luo Fengtang was a little distracted.

Because he remembered that he had secretly gone to the clinic owner and the doctors who had consulted with him, behind the backs of Luo the blacksmith and Zhou Wang, to ask whether intermittently puncturing the swelling and draining the pus could have an effective treatment effect.

Even if Luo Da'e's illness cannot be cured at its root, at least her life can be extended bit by bit through repairs and stumbling.
As a result, several doctors shook their heads at the same time and told him that, firstly, the pus would soon fill up, and secondly, the lump would continue to spread.

For example, right now there's only a lump the size of a duck egg on your neck, but later it might appear in many other places, like under your armpit, on your leg, or on your waist.

Those lumps exposed on the body can indeed be relieved by inserting silver needles to drain the pus and toxins.

But what about those that grow inside the body?
What about those located between the internal organs?
Therefore, there is indeed some truth to the claim that this disease is incurable!
It's really incurable!
"Tang Yazi, your uncle is asking you a question. What are you thinking about?" Zhou Wang raised his hand and waved it in front of Luo Fengtang's eyes.