Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 197 It's done (four more)

At night, it was very quiet, with a first-quarter moon hanging over the treetops.

The cold moonlight shone in the yard, making everything hazy.

The night wind blew over, and there was a layer of coolness on his body.

Da'an is like a pacesetter, guarding the door of the house, looking around vigilantly with a pair of eyes.

Occasionally, he would cast his eyes on the small window.

In the room tonight, for the first time ever, three soybean oil lamps were lit.

The lights flickered, casting those familiar figures on the window.

Although I can't go into the house and stand in front of me and watch how my sister gets the needle for my father, but there is a blurry shadow from this window.

Da'an can still imagine the tension and busyness in the room...

"Brother, I'm cold..."

Xiao An shrunk her neck, timidly pulled Da An's sleeve.

Da'an lowered his head and touched Xiao'an's head: "Then you go to sister's room and stay."

"There's no fire in that house, I'm afraid of the dark, bro, take me there..." Xiao An begged in a low voice.

Da'an showed a bit of embarrassment.

Tonight, the door of this house is where he will stick to it.

What if he left and those good people broke in and disturbed the needles inside?

"Xiao An is a man, and a man is not afraid of the dark!"

Da'an encourages Xiao'an softly.

Xiao An is still young, only about four years old.

Cold is the only thing he can feel now.

Da'an gritted his teeth, took off his gown and put it on for Xiao'an.

And he himself, wearing a sleeping singlet underneath, just guarded the door, not moving an inch...

house.

Yang Huazhong was laid flat and put on, with a quilt covering his upper body and waist.

The exposed legs, around the knees, and the area seven inches below the knees were covered with dense silver needles.

Those silver needles, as thin as a cow's hair, glowed dazzlingly bright under the light.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes, held her breath, and inserted the silver needle twisted between her fingers.

Inch by inch, stab into Yang Huazhong's leg...

The man was lying there, with big cold sweat rolling out on his forehead.

Following Yang Ruoqing's instructions, Mrs. Sun took a clean semi-dry handkerchief and wiped the sweat off his forehead after a while.

The kung fu of a stick of incense seems to be very fast, but it also seems to be very slow...

Yang Ruoqing finally took the silver needle, and together with Mrs. Sun, helped Yang Huazhong sit up.

"Father, how do you feel?"

Sun asked anxiously and nervously.

At this moment, Yang Huazhong was out of breath and almost collapsed.

His forehead and back were all drenched with sweat.

Wet, as if scooped out of water.

Mrs. Sun asked, but he didn't respond for a long time, just panting heavily with his mouth open.

Seeing this, Sun became even more worried.

"Qing'er, is your father okay?" She turned to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly at Mrs. Sun: "It's okay, I'm afraid I haven't recovered yet."

As she said, she gently massaged Yang Huazhong's left heart with her hand.

"Daddy, daddy? Can you talk? Say a word!"

After rubbing his heart for a while, Yang Huazhong's stunned eyeballs finally rolled.

After exhaling foul breath, he finally uttered a word: "It hurts..."

"Pain? Daddy, where is your pain?" Sun's heart twitched.

Yang Huazhong raised his finger and pointed to his legs: "It's like there are insects gnawing on my bones, it hurts..."

"Qing'er, what's going on?" Sun asked Yang Ruoqing in a panic.

Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, smiled with open eyes and let out a long breath.

"Mom, my father's leg instincts are all back. It's still the same sentence, it's good if it hurts, and it's really bad if it doesn't hurt!"

"what?"

Sun was stunned, then surprised and delighted.

Yang Huazhong also became excited.

"Father, try to see if you can move your legs?"

Yang Ruoqing said again.

"Eh!"

Yang Huazhong nodded, gritted his teeth, grabbed the quilt under him with both hands, and tried to lift his legs.

Both Sun and Yang Ruoqing opened their eyes wide, staring at his legs without blinking.

Yang Huazhong worked hard for a long time, but he still couldn't lift his legs.

"It hurts, it hurts so much, it's like a knife is being cut, it hurts so much that I can't lift it up at all!"

Yang Huazhong was sweating profusely again.

The man gritted his teeth and tried his best to feed, but his legs still didn't move at all.

Mrs. Sun on the side, just let go of her heart, and hung up again.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing suddenly heard an exclamation.

"It's done, it's done, my dad's toes moved!"

"Where is it?" Mrs. Sun leaned over.

Both mother and daughter saw Yang Huazhong's toes moving.

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, and just now he was so busy lifting his legs that he didn't notice his feet at all.

Hearing this for a while, he also looked at his toes, trying to use his strength on his toes as he did when he was healthy.

Sure enough, he saw his toes moving with his own eyes.

He wanted to move the thumb of his left foot, and the thumb moved.

I wanted to move the little finger on my right foot, and I did.

The man was so excited that he couldn't speak, his eyes were all red!

Here, Yang Ruoqing also said excitedly: "If the toes can move, it means that the meridians on my father's legs are unblocked."

Although the toes are a little slow and stiff.

The range of movement is not very large, but this is a sign of recovery.

"Father's knee was seriously injured. After a period of training, the pain will be gone, and he will be able to stand up."

She said firmly again.

Sun wept with joy, wiped her tears and said: "Qing'er is right, you will be injured for a hundred days, and when you are fully healed, your father will be able to walk on the ground!"

The man's eyes were filled with tears at this moment, and the muscles on his face were twitching fiercely.

"Great, great, great!"

He trembled, and it took him a long time to finally squeeze out these words.

Sun couldn't bear it anymore, and threw herself into Yang Huazhong's arms with a groan.

"Daddy...we are going to make it through..."

The woman's tears could no longer be stopped, like a rushing flood.

She threw herself into the arms of the man, as if she wanted to turn all the grievances and worries she had suffered during this period into tears and pour out...

The man put his arms around the woman and gently stroked the woman's back.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ruoqing's eyes were also wet, but there was an extremely happy smile on her face.

She packed up the silver needles and quietly exited the room.

Outside the house, Da'an was standing in the night with Xiao'an on his back.

A gust of cold wind blew over, blowing on his thin body.

In this night after the beginning of winter, the coldness in the wind permeates the bone marrow.

However, he didn't seem to feel the cold, standing there, on his handsome face, his mouth was so happy that he grinned to the side.

He could hear the movement in the room clearly.

He knew that his sister had succeeded.

She did it, she healed Dad's leg injury.

After a while, Dad will be able to stand up again, support the family, and shelter their siblings from wind and rain!

From now on, when walking in the village, Chen Goudan and the others dare not bully their siblings casually!

(End of this chapter)