Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6421

Nine days later.

While the fifth house of the old Yang family in Changping Village was happily bathing the newly added little granddaughter for nine times and entertaining relatives and friends who came to give gifts,

Yang Ruoqing, who has been away from home for nearly ten days, has traveled to several places in a row, from Baiyan Town to Wanghai County, then from Wanghai County to Qing'an County, Qing'an County went to Huguang County, and finally returned to Qing'an Ann County.

Finally, in an ordinary small courtyard in an inconspicuous alley, I found a sugar figure master who pushed a cart out of the stall every day in wind and rain, and used boiled viscous syrup to shape birds, insects and fish for the children.

No one knows the real name of this sugar figure master, except that he has a pair of ingenious hands.

Those hands can hold all kinds of strange things in this world.

Over time, everyone called him Master Qiao.

Master Qiao has no wife, children, or other family members. He has lived alone in this alley all these years, and he goes out of the stall every day in wind and rain. Except for smiling at the children who go to his stall to buy sugar, Usually he is taciturn most of the time, and he is nodding acquaintance with the neighbors, and when he returns home from the stall, he closes the door to thank the guests.

So he has lived in this alley for nearly 20 years, and the neighbors on the left and right do not know his specific details.

Until this day, someone knocked on the gate of Master Qiao's house whose vermilion paint had peeled off most of it.

He opened a crack in the door and stuck his head out.

There were two unfamiliar men and women standing outside the door.

The woman is very young, tall and slender with a beautiful face, and there is a natural confidence and calmness in her eyebrows and eyes.

The man stood silently a few steps behind her, with his arms folded in front of him, holding a domineering steel knife in his hand.

Although the wind and dust of running around sprinkled on the two of them, it couldn't conceal the excitement in their eyes when they saw Master Qiao.

"You two... who are you looking for?"

"Of course I'm looking for you, Master Qiao!" The young woman in the lead uttered.

Master Qiao said indifferently: "If you want to eat sugar, you can buy it at the stall tomorrow. Today, you are sick and closed for a day."

The woman smiled and shook her head, "We don't buy sugar figurines, we ask Master Qiao to come out of the mountain to help set my uncle's bones."

Hearing the word 'bone setting', Master Qiao's complexion suddenly changed, with vigilance in his eyes.

But all these changes were just a flash, and his expression returned to normal immediately, but his eyes were more cold than before.

"You are looking for the wrong one. I only know how to make sugar figures. I want to go to the doctor's office for bone setting."

After saying that, he shrank back to the house, intending to ignore it, but the door was supported by a strong arm, preventing him from closing the courtyard door.

It was the man standing behind the woman.

His gaze was like a torch, and he looked down at Master Qiao condescendingly. Unlike the kindness and friendliness in the woman's eyes, the man's eyes were cold, and the strength in his hands was astonishingly strong.

Master Qiao's eyes lit up with anger: "Who the hell are you? This is disturbing the people, I'm going to report to the government..."

The woman took a step forward, flicked her wrist, and a portrait fell from her sleeve.

On the painting is a portrait of a woman sitting on a swing, covering her nose with her small hands and smiling sweetly, but it is like a demon-suppressing talisman, which immediately fixes the restless Master Qiao in place, unable to move, only staring at him with her eyes open. In that portrait, the pupils contracted one after another, and the fingers holding the door frame also tightened a little bit, digging out a few long marks on the door panel, the fingernails were finally broken, and bleeding came out without even noticing it. Muttering and asking: "You, you, why do you have this portrait?"

"Not only do we have this portrait, we can also help you find the woman on this scroll."

The young woman from before spoke again.

She put away the picture scroll and came to Master Qiao, her eyes were full of sincerity, and her attitude was extremely respectful.

"My uncle was murdered by gangsters and his legs and leg bones were damaged. We found many doctors but were helpless. I found out about your whereabouts from the descendants of the bone-setting doctor in Baiyan Town. I came here to invite you. I also hope that Master Qiao can help you. Help!"

Master Qiao withdrew his gaze from the scroll stuffed into the woman's sleeve, and returned to the face of the woman in front of him.

After a short silence, he turned sideways to make way, and said in a deep voice, "Come in and we'll talk."

……

Qing'an County, He's family.

After bidding farewell to the thankful mother and daughter of the He family, Yang Ruoqing, accompanied by Xiao An, returned to the Tianxiang Building in the county.

"Sister, you are really amazing, you really found that bone-setting master!"

Along the way, Xiao An has sighed with Yang Ruoqing no less than ten times.

"Whether you are a master or not, you can tell as soon as you make a move. I saw him diagnose Uncle He today, just the few steps of needle injection... Tsk tsk, there is no comparison to the ten or so so-called famous doctors in front!"

Xiao An once again talked about the scene of the diagnosis at that time, and couldn't help but admire it.

Those famous doctors from before came to make a diagnosis, and it took at most an hour, or at least a stick of incense, to complete the diagnosis.

Then he said some vague and ambiguous words, and then prescribed a basket of medicines for you to take when you go home to see the effect...

This is a long process, so long that it wears down the confidence of patients and their families a little bit, making people desperate.

"This clever master should be a person who doesn't talk too much."

Yang Ruoqing slowed down, let the horse walk steadily, held the rein with one hand, and turned to talk to Xiao An who was shoulder to shoulder.

"Uncle He's leg, there is at least [-]% hope." She said again.

Xiaoan nodded, "I think so too. It's a strange feeling. I can't explain why. In short, I think Master Qiao is sure to do it. We finally found the right person this time."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "This feeling comes from a kind of self-confidence passed on to us by Master Qiao himself. I also have that feeling, and I believe other people should have it too."

Xiao An nodded vigorously.

"Before other doctors read it, prescribed medicine and took the money and ran away, but Master Qiao stayed here, decocting medicine, giving needles, and taking care of Uncle He..."

"To be honest, I think a real doctor should be like this. Not to mention anything else, it really makes people feel at ease. It seems that with him, there is a backer, and there is nothing to be afraid of."

"In the past few days, Uncle He has been in a very bad mood. He often loses his temper with Aunt He for no reason, and always says some negative things."

"Lian'er told me in private that they were all worried that Uncle He would do something stupid. People who drink those medicines are so unhappy that their hair falls out a lot,"

"It's all right now, Master Qiao is here, no matter what happens, Uncle He should be in a better mood."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and listened to Xiao An chirping chirping a lot without interrupting.

After he finished speaking completely, she said: "Even if Master Qiao is an expert in this field, treatment needs a process. If we are not in a hurry, you should not be in a hurry."

(End of this chapter)