Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 254 Tang Yazi is really diligent (one more)

As soon as the two of them arrived at the door of the backyard, they heard a loud cry of a baby coming from the yard.

Luo Fengtang was startled.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses, and then explained to him with a bewildered face: "Oh, my fourth aunt was giving birth to a baby when I went out, and the baby just landed!"

"Oh!" Luo Fengtang nodded.

He remembered that the fourth aunt of the Yang family who stopped him at the entrance of the alley last time had a really big belly.

"Qing'er, where do these cattails hang to dry?" he asked.

"Just put it under the wall of my house where firewood is stored!" Yang Ruoqing said.

This trip came out, except for the three small houses with thatched roofs.

Old Yang's house is half of the house used for stacking firewood!

The fifth uncle was still enthusiastic and built a pigsty for their family that day.

Incidentally, support a few boards under the other side of the wall.

Used to store those loose hairs that are gathered back.

The two then entered the yard, and inside the yard, an empty stool was left there.

Old Yangtou and Yang Huamei were gone.

Even Liu's two daughters and Xiao An also left.

Yang Ruoqing thought that they must have been attracted by the cry of the baby.

"Tangyazi, put them on the wooden board and let them dry first, and then I will move them to the bottom of the wooden board to store them after they are dry!"

She pointed to the clearing over there where the firewood was stored.

"Ok!"

Luo Fengtang walked over and spread the damp cattails on the wooden board.

After doing all this, he turned around and came to the well to watch Yang Ruoqing clean the turtles.

"How is turtle shell used as medicine? Is it just cut out?"

He stood behind her and asked.

Yang Ruoqing buried her head and carefully cleaned the turtle in her hand, and shook her head upon hearing this.

"I have to wash it first, then put it in a pot and steam it."

"Wait until it's fully cooked, and then cut off its flesh."

"The remaining piece of turtle shell has to be brushed to remove the sticking flesh."

"Finally expose to the sun until there is no odor, and then mash it into powder and keep it for later use!"

Luo Fengtang scratched his head: "Just listening to you, my brain is not enough. It's really not easy for you to be able to do it."

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

Soon, the turtle was washed.

Here, a cough came from Yang Huazhong's house.

Luo Fengtang said: "The third uncle is afraid that he is awake? I will take a look at him!"

"Well, you go!"

Yang Ruoqing took the turtle and went to the kitchen to wait on it.

It is a very laborious thing to cut the flesh from under the hard shell of the turtle.

Moreover, it also tests the knife skills and the flexibility of the fingers.

But I thought of scraping the turtle meat and putting it in a small tea pot and simmering it in the stove.

The simmered soup was nutritious and delicious, and Yang Ruoqing's patience returned.

After some meticulous care, the flesh and the shell were finally successfully separated.

She put the whole pair of turtle shells on the steamer of the small pot and steamed.

Then chop the separated flesh into pieces.

This turtle was not big, and the flesh that was scraped off was three or two at most.

She put the turtle meat in a small tea pot, cut some shredded ginger in it, and then sealed the lid and stuffed it into the stove.

The small tea pot is resistant to high temperature. I will cook an evening meal at night, and everyone will be able to drink delicious turtle soup in the morning.

After doing all this, Yang Ruoqing came to the door of Yang Huazhong's house.

The door was found to be closed.

There was a faint sound of water flowing inside.

Yang Ruoqing guessed that the father was holding back his urine, and the mother went to the front yard again, and Daan and Xiaoan were not there.

Luo Fengtang brought a night pot to his father and waited for him to pee.

Yang Ruoqing waited outside the house and did not go in immediately.

Suddenly I remembered what my mother said.

Tang Yazi is both diligent and able to bend down...

He really is so!

He's not his own father, so he's willing to do things like urinating.

Not bad indeed!

Soon, Luo Fengtang's voice came from the room: "Uncle, you go to sleep, I'll go to empty the chamber pot first."

"Tangyazi, you can just put it under the bed. How can you do such dirty work?"

The man's voice showed some gratitude.

Luo Fengtang said, "It's nothing, when my uncle was sick, I had to run to the latrine several times a day to empty the chamber pot!"

The footsteps came towards the door, and Yang Ruoqing hurriedly entered the kitchen.

When Luo Fengtang finished pouring out the night pot, he came out of Yang Huazhong's room again.

Yang Ruoqing stood at the door of her house and waved to him with a smile.

"Tangyazi, come to my house." She said.

"What's the matter?" he asked, standing still without moving.

Qinger is a girl, a girl's boudoir, boys can't enter casually.

Being seen, has a bad reputation for Qinger.

Over there, Yang Ruoqing seemed to be able to see why he was in trouble.

She came over, grabbed his arm and dragged him directly to her room.

"If you want to come, you can come, what are you dawdling about?"

She dragged her and said, "In my house, two younger brothers came in after a while, and they were still rolling around on the bed. There are no taboos!"

Luo Fengtang was dragged into Yang Ruoqing's house.

This is the second time he has come back to her house.

The first time was a long time ago that night, I came here for dinner.

She was dragged into the house to measure her feet.

It was night, the lights were dark, and I was nervous, and I didn't dare to see what was going on in this room.

At this time, it was clear and bright, and he finally saw what Qing'er's house was like.

The house is not big, even smaller than his own house.

The four walls are covered with yellow mud, with wooden stakes, straw hats and some sieves hanging on the walls.

There is almost no furniture in the house.

There was a washstand in the corner, with a wooden basin on it, and a white-washed handkerchief was placed on the side of the wooden basin.

Sitting on the north facing south, there was a small bed, and the burlap tent hung on the bed, which was yellow with washing.

On the bed, the patched quilt was folded like the tofu she made.

There is also a pillow on top.

Although the sheets were old, they were smoothed without any wrinkles.

Under the bed, a pair of cloth shoes and a pair of straw shoes were neatly arranged.

The whole room is dry and tidy, let him look around, and the whole person is several times more energetic!

"Qing'er, I don't think I'll go in anymore. There's mud on my feet. I'll stain your house later..."

Luo Fengtang stopped after walking two steps after entering the door, and refused to go any further.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing lowered her head and glanced at the big feet in his straw shoes.

The toes really still have silt from the pond!

She smiled: "It's okay, I called you in to let you wash your feet!"

"What?"

He was stunned, and before she fully understood what she meant, he was pushed forward by her.

"Qing'er..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, she sat down on the bed beside her shoulders.

"Don't move!" she said.

He turned around and went to the washstand over there, and came to the bed with another basin of steaming water.

"Come on, take off your shoes and get your feet hot!"

She stood aside and said in a commanding tone.

Luo Fengtang looked at the steaming water basin in front of her, a little dumbfounded.

"Qing'er, I can just wash my feet with some cold water. It would take so much trouble..." he said.

"No!" Yang Ruoqing said.

"There is cold air in the pond, and there are many acupuncture points on the soles of the feet. You have to scald your feet with hot water to expel the cold air!" She said decisively, with a tone that could not be refused.

(End of this chapter)