Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 431: No Culture Is Too Terrifying (One More)

Cover her with the other quilt on the side and wrap her tightly.

He leaned over and carried her, who was still awake, on his shoulders, and walked away.

Here.

Yang Ruoqing was still floating up and down in the cold sea water.

She didn't feel the slightest bit of energy in her body.

Sore legs, back pain, more like a knife twisting hard in my stomach.

Right here.

A giant dragon suddenly swam in the water, the huge body rolled her up, and then threw it out of the water!

Fresh air poured into her nose, she coughed violently, and opened her eyes.

I found myself being wrapped into a twisted roll, being carried by someone on my shoulders and walking down the stairs of the inn.

"Tangyazi, what are you doing?"

she asked quickly.

Luo Fengtang stopped when she heard her voice.

Under the influence of inertia, her face slammed into his broad back.

Ouch, I'm going, I've got gold stars in my eyes.

"Qing'er, don't panic, I'll take you to the doctor now!" His voice entered her ears.

After he finished speaking, he raised his legs and ran.

She was already feeling unwell, but after being shaken by him, her bile was about to come out.

"Wait a second!"

she shouted loudly.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"What's the matter? I'm not sick, what doctor do you see?" she asked angrily.

He was stunned and said to her, "I just came back and saw you bleeding, are you still sick?"

What?

what?

After he said this, the discomfort in his body suddenly became clear.

Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded.

This feeling, Nima is too familiar.

Every month in the past life, there were always a few days...

After being stunned, someone picked her up and ran wildly again. They all left the inn and were about to run to the street in front.

This strange shape caused passers-by to cast surprised glances here.

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines, and she called him again: "Stop, stop!"

"I'm not injured, you quickly take me back to the house, I will explain to you slowly!"

"Huh?" He hesitated.

Yang Ruoqing had already struggled to get her hands out of the two quilts.

Gently pinched him on the back.

"You stupid boy, what are you still doing? I said it's okay, you can carry me back!"

Being stared at by so many people, and pointing at him.

Rao is so cheeky that she is also looking for ground to sew.

Luo Fengtang was pinched, and then he came back to his senses.

"Oh!"

He turned around and carried her back to the inn like a gust of wind.

It provoked the passers-by who were watching the novelty behind them, and they stood at the door of the inn and discussed it for a while before dispersing.

In the room, Yang Ruoqing wrapped herself in the quilt and stuck her head out.

In a vague tone, I probably told him why the woman had that kind of thing.

A layer of tents are separated.

The person inside blushed.

The people listening outside were so embarrassed that they wanted to find a seam to drill.

After speaking, neither of them said a word.

There was an awkward silence in the room.

In the tent, Yang Ruoqing was covered in black lines.

Hey, no culture is too scary.

In modern society, this is knowledge that elementary school students understand.

This silly boy!

However, think back to what he did at the time.

It must be anxious and worried.

Then he wrapped up the quilt and rushed out the door.

Thinking of this, the sweetness in her heart overshadowed her shyness.

How can there be a person who is so desperate to run all the way for her safety.

She is content.

After a brief silence, he was the first to break the embarrassment.

"Qing'er, it's my stupid brain, I don't understand this, and I almost made you make a joke."

He scratched his head and stammered.

If only you had just sent Qing'er to the hospital.

As soon as the quilt was lifted, the doctor checked.

Qing'er's face was ruined by him!

Thinking of this, he was annoyed to death.

Don't dare to look her in the eye.

From the tent, she heard a weak, low laughter.

"It's okay, I don't blame you, those who don't know are innocent," he said.

He nodded.

"Then what, is the woman doing it right now?" he asked.

She was stunned.

"What? I don't quite understand what you want to ask..." she said.

He scratched his head and turned sideways.

"I mean, does it just keep flowing? Don't do anything to stop it?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing was ashamed.

"Help me go to the grocery store and buy a bag of straw paper!" she ordered.

"Ok!"

He turned around and rushed out of the house like a gust of wind.

Seeing him run out, she also breathed a sigh of relief.

From the bed, she took out the bundle of bundles she had brought from home.

Because this trip to the county seat, I have to run around to manage.

She left a tael of silver to her mother, and a tael of silver to pay for the two arresters who escorted Yang Huazhong.

I brought all the remaining four taels of silver.

In addition, she also brought the priceless cinnamon mushroom that she and Tang Yazi picked up last time.

in case for need!

In addition, she also picked up a pair of long pants and a pair of socks for spare.

This time, it just came in handy.

She got off the bed and took off her dirty long pants.

Tear into two strips of moderate length and width.

There is nothing like that in this era.

The women of the village households mostly use gray bags when they come to the moon and work.

She had seen Sun's gray bag.

A moderate-sized cloth bag is sewn from old clothes, and the inside is filled with plant ash from the bottom of the stove.

She really doesn't know what the ladies of rich families use.

The child is in the inn at this time, and there is no needle, thread or ash on hand.

She had to make a simple menstrual belt temporarily to make do with it.

When she finished the menstrual belt, she put the dirty pants under her body and sat back on the bed to cover the quilt.

Luo Fengtang is back.

"Qing'er, I bought the straw paper!"

he said.

A large bale of straw paper was tucked in from the corner of the tent.

Then turned around and walked towards the door, and took the door from the outside.

She knew he was guarding the door.

He lifted the quilt with confidence and brought the straw paper to use.

"Okay, you can come in."

She called out to the door.

After a moment, he pushed the door open.

Glancing at the bed.

The tent had been rolled up, and she was sitting on the bed, covered with a quilt.

Looking at him with a smile.

His face turned red again.

"Aren't you still feeling uncomfortable right now?"

He came to the bed and asked her worriedly.

She smiled slightly: "It's just that my stomach hurts a little, I'll be fine after a rest, it's nothing major."

"That's fine," he said.

Turn around and walk over to the table and pick up an empty bowl.

He took out a pair of paper packs from a pile of tightly bundled paper packs and opened them.

Pour some of the contents into a bowl, grab the crock pot on the table, and flush the hot water from the crock pot into the bowl.

This side of the bed.

Yang Ruoqing stroked her still colic stomach, frowning slightly.

This body is 12 years old, and after the sixth day of the first month of the new year, it will be thirteen.

At this age, anything is normal.

I just didn't expect that it would be chosen at this juncture.

(End of this chapter)