Splendid peasant girl busy farming

4484 - Mr. Tan arrives
Yang Ruoqing had something hanging in her mind, she couldn't sleep well, she seemed to be asleep, half asleep, half awake, she woke up after lying down for more than an hour, only to find that the family's carriage was parked in the backyard, apparently the uncle and the others had returned.

"Qing'er, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Tuobaxian just came over from the front yard and was surprised when she saw Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I can't sleep, by the way, mother, my uncle and the others are back?"

Tuoba Xian nodded, "Yes, it was about a stick of incense before. When they came back, they heard that your father was ill, so they rushed over."

"Well, I see, then I'll go and have a look." Yang Ruoqing said, and then quickly walked out of the house.

In the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house, when Yang Ruoqing arrived, there were several people standing in front of Yang Huazhong's bed, namely Luo Blacksmith, Xiao Jie's father, Wang Hongquan, Chang Gen and Daniu.

All men!
Yang Ruoqing came in, first said hello to the elders, and then went straight to the bed to check on Yang Huazhong's situation.

Yang Huazhong had already woken up, lying on two stacked pillows.

His complexion was as sallow as ever, his lips were bloodless, he was panting slightly, and his chest heaved and heaved.

"Father, how do you feel now?" Yang Ruoqing asked, sitting sideways by the bed.

Yang Huazhong looked at Yang Ruoqing, and said weakly: "I can't tell..."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing frowned imperceptibly.

"Father, don't worry, just speak slowly." Yang Ruoqing said again.

Yang Huazhong thought for a while, and said: "I have no strength in my body, I feel very uncomfortable in my stomach, my stomach hurts, and I feel dizzy all over. I haven't experienced this for many years..."

Yang Ruoqing stretched out her hand to hold Yang Huazhong's hand, and said, "Father, your stomach hurts, it's because yesterday's bowl of cold rice got cold to your stomach, and it will take some time to recover. I haven't eaten much, so I can't exert my strength."

"Do you have no appetite at all right now?" She asked again.

Yang Huazhong nodded, "It's strange to say that I have vomited up, but I'm still not hungry at all. I feel like I can cultivate immortality, and the fireworks in the world have been cut off."

Behind him, Blacksmith Luo joked: "Third brother, don't worry, you can still talk so much, it's fine, just leave it to me."

Chang Gen also said: "Last twelfth lunar month, I also caught wind and cold, and I was sick for five or six days. Oh, those first three days were simply not a human life. I had a fever, and my whole body was shaking all over. Look, this is not Did you get over it too, third child, your condition is milder than mine, it’s fine, just take medicine for a few days, rest in bed, and you’ll be fine in a few days!”

Guys, what you say and what I say are all optimistic.

Yang Ruoqing quietly observed Yang Huazhong's expression, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The most taboo thing for people who are recovering from illness is to worry too much, and an optimistic mood is conducive to recovering from illness.

Seeing that under the comfort of the big guys, Yang Huazhong seemed to relax a little bit, and Yang Ruoqing also relaxed a little bit, looking at everyone with gratitude.

"Uncle, uncle, don't stand, sit down!" Yang Ruoqing stood up and greeted.

Blacksmith Luo and the others waved their hands: "We don't sit down, we just stand for a while."

Yang Huazhong said: "Qing'er, let the big guys smoke my dry tobacco."

Yang Ruoqing was about to get it, but Xiaojie's father hurriedly stopped her.

"Third brother, you are sick, how can we smoke in front of you? Dry tobacco is choking, you can't stand the smell right now, stop smoking!"

Others also said one after another: "Yes, stop smoking, stop smoking, Qing'er don't take it."

So Yang Ruoqing gave up, stood up and poured tea for the big guys, and after pouring a round, the water in the kettle bottomed out.

"Uncle, sit down for a while, I'll go to the kitchen to get water."

After confessing, Yang Ruoqing came to the kitchen in the backyard with the kettle in her arms.

In the kitchen in the backyard, Mrs. Sun was cooking dinner, and Mrs. Sun was helping to put firewood in the mouth of the stove. Wang Cuilian, Osmanthus, and Bao Suyun stood by and talked with Mrs. Sun.

The topics of discussion were all about Yang Huazhong, and the voices were all about comforting Mrs. Sun.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming in with a kettle in her arms, Mrs. Sun hurriedly asked Yang Ruoqing, "How is your father doing now? Did you vomit? Did you say you were hungry?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Father neither vomited nor was he hungry. A few uncles are chatting with dad right now. I'll come over and get some hot water."

Mrs. Sun nodded, reached out to take the kettle, lifted the lid, and scooped freshly boiled hot water from the crock into the kettle.

Da Sun said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, do you think Uncle Fu's medicine doesn't work? Would you like to invite the doctor from Yihechun to have a look?"

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced at Dasun, "Auntie, I know you are doing it for my father's benefit, but my father's illness was brought over by Uncle Fu and his son last night. Uncle Fu and his son have experience in this area."

"They can control it, so they prescribed medicine. If they can't control it, I believe Uncle Fu and his son will take the initiative to persuade me to go to the big medical clinic in the town. Therefore, let's treat it at home first. I ate it once and spit it out, so the effect will not be so fast."

Hearing what Yang Ruoqing said, Bao Suyun also said: "Qing'er is right, the effect of this medicine comes up bit by bit, even if the doctor from Yihechun is invited to come over, it is probably the same treatment, let's take the medicine first , Let’s see the effect.”

Everyone else nodded.

Dasun said: "I see your mother is so worried, look, how swollen her eyes are, they are bigger than peaches!"

Sun raised her hand to touch her eyes, and smiled embarrassedly.

Yang Ruoqing also looked into Sun's eyes with a helpless expression.

"Auntie, please help me persuade my mother not to cry all the time. She cried like this. Before my father recovered, she cried herself to death. A patient of my father saw her cry. The mood is getting more and more anxious, it's really wrong, she won't listen to me when I tell you." Yang Ruoqing said.

Da Sun pulled her face down and began to teach Sun a lesson.

Yang Ruoqing took the kettle and hurriedly left the stove.

Happily, Yang Huazhong was given medicine at noon, and Yang Huazhong drank the whole bowl of medicine without throwing up a mouthful.

Sun and Yang Ruoqing were secretly happy that the medicine could be stored in the stomach, and the medicine could exert its effect.

Once the effect of the medicine came up, Yang Huazhong's illness would gradually heal over time.

"Father Qing'er, are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat?" Mrs. Sun approached Yang Huazhong excitedly and asked.

Yang Huazhong shook his head: "I still don't have an appetite right now, and when it comes to eating, my stomach feels uncomfortable."

Mrs. Sun stepped back hurriedly: "Okay, okay, don't eat or eat, I won't mention it, don't feel bad..."

"Is the third sister-in-law in the house?"

Liu's voice suddenly came from outside the house.

Mrs. Sun quickly responded, "Here you are, why are you here?"

Mrs. Liu entered the house and said out of breath: "Nai Qing'er heard that the third elder brother was ill, and desperately wanted me to bring her here. She has already reached the gate of the yard!"

(End of this chapter)