Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1241 Made From Tinkering (One More)
Old mason's home.

Yang Ruoqing and the old stonemason had negotiated the project and salary, and the old stonemason and the old couple were very grateful.

"It's a difficult time, and there are no crops in the fields. Old man, I am wondering where I should go to find a job to make ends meet."

"Coincidentally, you are here. This is really a good thing to send charcoal in a timely manner. I will pack up and leave for your Changping Village early tomorrow morning!" said the old mason.

Yang Ruoqing also smiled.

All the flower beds in the new house at home, the carving and polishing of the stones used for decoration...

After completing these errands in one go, the old mason's wages are enough to cover the harvest of this season's crops.

For this old stonemason with a family of four walls, it is indeed a timely gift.

"That's a deal, old man. I'll see you tomorrow. Let's go first."

Yang Ruoqing stood up.

But was stopped by the old mason.

"It's time for dinner, no matter what, I have to eat lunch at my house before leaving!" said the old mason.

Yang Ruoqing declined his kindness with a smile.

But the old mason yelled towards the kitchen and called his wife over.

The woman wore an apron around her waist, and sincerely asked her to stay.

"You sent such a good thing to my old man to do it, because you think highly of us."

"I have to stay for this meal no matter what. My pancakes will be eaten soon. After eating, I have the strength to go."

The old woman turned around and went into the kitchen.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, they could only smile and thank the old mason for his kindness, and sat down again.

Because the old mason knew Blacksmith Luo, this job was also recommended by Blacksmith Luo.

The old mason began to chat with Luo Fengtang, they were all from the Mianniu Mountain area.

There are so many topics to talk about.

Talk about floods, talk about plagues...

"There was also a plague in our area, and several people died. Later, some officials sent a medicine called 'Antibacterial Ruyi Decoction', which saved everyone's lives!"

The old mason said, "Hey, the person who worked out that medicine is really a living Bodhisattva."

Luo Fengtang laughed when he heard this.

"Old man, the living Bodhisattva you mentioned is right in front of your eyes!"

"Huh?" The old mason was startled.

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing: "That 'Antibacterial Ruyi Soup' was created by Qing'er."

"First, I rescued the villagers in the area of ​​Yujia Village, and then reported it to the top. The people above cooked it according to the prescription and sent it to all the villages infected with the plague below."

The old mason looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise, and stood up from the stool.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him, and saw the corners of the old man's lips trembling slightly, his face full of excitement.

Just when she thought he was going to say some words of gratitude, admiration, or compliments.

But the old man turned around and ran towards the stove behind the house, shouting as he ran: "Old woman, don't make pancakes, cook rice with rice, I'm going to kill chickens, and the living Buddha is at home!"

In the main room, Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

This reaction is too big, right?
"You, why are you saying this?" She yelled at Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang grinned: "It's the medicine you concocted, why can't you say it?"

"Hey, can't I be a quiet beauty? Being low-key is king!" she said.

Luo Fengtang stretched out a finger and gently scratched her nose: "We don't make a high profile, but you can't hide what you did."

After half an hour...

The low main room of the old mason's house was full of villagers, each of them scrambling to do the homework with Yang Ruoqing.

"Miss Yang, my man is only going to be fine after drinking the medicine you made up..."

"My dad is too!"

"Miss Yang is the great benefactor of our village, a living Bodhisattva..."

Yang Ruoqing really didn't expect everyone to be so enthusiastic.

Soon, the lunch at the old mason's house was served.

Mu Zichuan also came back after finishing the matter.

The villagers left their homes, and the old mason invited Yang Ruoqing and the three of them to sit down.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the dishes in front of her. There was a bowl of braised chicken in the middle, with a bowl of fried cucumber and a bowl of sauerkraut on the side.

"During the flood, all the chickens and ducks drowned, and this one was left alone."

The woman at the side explained embarrassingly: "There is no rice to feed it, and it is so thin. If it is the same as before, it can cook three big bowls."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing showed some emotion.

The old stonemason said: "Cheap tea and light food, don't dislike it, there is no wine at home, let's just eat like this, come here!"

He greeted Luo Fengtang and Mu Zichuan.

Both of them smiled and raised their chopsticks.

"Miss Yang, you eat, eat chicken!" The old mason greeted again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, and took a small mouthful of rice into her mouth.

From the surface, the rice looked a little yellowish, not as good as the white rice she had been eating.

Bringing a chopstick to his mouth, he bit a few grains of sand.

If she hadn't reacted so quickly, several of these porcelain white teeth would have been knocked out!

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly covered the sand she spit out with a handkerchief, and picked up the tea on the side to rinse her mouth.

Here, the old stonemason saw it, and his expression was a bit uneasy.

He hurriedly pulled the rice in his bowl a few times, and was annoyed when he saw the specks of sand in it.

"After cooking for a lifetime, why don't you know how to wash rice?"

"Look at the rice, it's full of sand, how can you eat it?"

The old mason reprimanded the woman there.

The woman also had a look of embarrassment, but more of a grievance.

"It's not that I don't wash the rice, it's because there's too much sand in the rice, so I can't pick it clean!" she said.

"Impossible, that rice is the disaster relief food that was handed out yesterday!" said the old mason.

The woman looked aggrieved: "I take care of the kitchen, I told you, if you don't believe me, I'll get it for you to see."

Soon, the woman really came over with most of the bag of rice.

"Here, see for yourself," she said.

The old mason grabbed the rice bag and buried his head to look, "Ah, why did this happen?"

At the table, Yang Ruoqing and the others were also surprised.

As one of the disaster relief officials, Mu Zichuan was very sensitive about this, so he quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand and rushed over.

There I leaned over to check the rice in the bag.

"Impossible, the disaster relief food that passed through my hands is actually clean rice."

"Why does the relief food here look like this? We got it from the same batch!"

Mu Zichuan murmured, frowning in doubt,
"Zichuan, who distributed the relief food in this area?"

Yang Ruoqing also got up and came over, checked the rice that was obviously unqualified, and asked.

Mu Zichuan said: "The distribution of relief food in this area is the responsibility of the officials arranged by Mr. Xu."

Yang Ruoqing said: "The quality of this rice is obviously not the kind of grain received by our village. The color is yellowish, and it is obviously the grain stored in the next year."

"The relief food was not only replaced, but they also mixed a lot of sand into the old food to make up for it."

(End of this chapter)