Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6890

It's just a pity that I can't get into that room now, and I can't see the red sleeves, what annoyance!

"Third and fourth, let's go, let's sit in the main room in the front yard, it's still snowing!"

Blacksmith Luo beckoned everyone to go to the front yard. This time, Yang Yongqing, who hadn't thought about it at all, ran in the front.

Blacksmith Luo followed behind, secretly wiping the sweat off his face in a corner where no one was paying attention.

I've lived my whole life, and I've always been an upright person, so I made an exception tonight and did the thing of framing.

In the front yard, Yang Yongqing had just touched the stool with his butt when something went wrong with the announcement.

There was a squirm in my stomach, that familiar feeling, is it about to pull?

He covered his buttocks and rushed towards the backyard again, meeting Yang Huazhong and the others face to face.

Yang Huazhong grabbed him: "Are you still running to the backyard?"

"I, I'm going to the toilet, I'm going to poop!"

"I don't believe it, what are you farting?"

"I won't let go, I won't let go!"

A warm current has already reached the door, if you fart, maybe it will pop out.

Seeing Yang Yongqing like this, Yang Huaming and the others firmly believed that he was a fake.

Especially Blacksmith Luo, when he heard Yang Yongqing's words, his previous shame disappeared immediately.

This kid used the same excuse twice in one night, so he doesn't need to feel guilty about planting him once.

"Nephew Yongqing, there is also a toilet in the front yard, let's go, uncle will take you there."

However, before Blacksmith Luo could reach Yang Yongqing, he heard the sound of an explosion.

Then, a certain smell spread in the main room of the Luo family, even if ten baskets of rotten eggs were dropped all at once, no one present could resist it!

Yang Huaming jumped up and kicked Yang Yongqing's buttocks, and his feet were stained.

He hopped back to hide, pinching his nose and cursing.

Wang Cuilian was greeting the other female relatives, and everyone was there to comfort Wang Cuilian and Mrs. Sun. The big commotion on Yang Yongqing's side immediately made the whole hall mess up...

While the front yard is in chaos, the house in the back yard is very quiet.

Yang Ruoqing and the others did not dare to say anything, quietly waiting for Uncle Fu and Wang Sheng to diagnose and treat Luo Fengtang.

For Yang Ruoqing, this process was long and tormenting.

Although I had roughly judged from Luo Fengtang's pulse and other characteristics before that he was suffering from a cold, but I couldn't help worrying, worrying about the bad, and thinking about it.

She was a long time ago, obviously not like this.

But now, she admits that she really panicked, she is not a real strong woman, she has her own weaknesses.

But these years, she has more and more weaknesses, but she is willing.

Fu Bo finally stopped, and Yang Ruoqing's thoughts were interrupted.

"Uncle Fu, how is Tang Yazi?" Yang Ruoqing hurried forward to ask.

While packing up the silver needles, Uncle Fu told Yang Ruoqing about Luo Fengtang's illness.

Yang Ruoqing listened carefully to what he said in detail.

After listening, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It was indeed the wind and cold from long-distance fatigue, not the bad situations she imagined.

"I gave him an injection earlier, and you will boil these two packs of medicine for him to drink later, and the fever will be almost gone by dawn, and you will wake up naturally after the fever goes down."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, and took the medicine package with both hands.

Uncle Fu ordered some other things, and Yang Ruoqing kept them in mind again. In the end, Hongxiu accompanied Luo Baobao to send their father and son to the main room in the front yard.

Yang Ruoqing and Tuo Baxian were left alone in the room.

Tuobaxian was still worried, and only when Luo Fengtang woke up completely could she truly relax.

Yang Ruoqing knew her thoughts very well, so she persuaded her once, but when she couldn't be persuaded to go back, Yang Ruoqing followed her.

Until Hongxiu and Luo Baobao brought the boiled medicine together, the two of them helped Yang Ruoqing feed the medicine to Luo Fengtang who was in a coma.

Then Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun also came over, saw Luo Fengtang with their own eyes, and told Yang Ruoqing to leave this time.

Luo Baobao yawned endlessly, but still held on.

Tuobaxian also stayed here with a tired face.

The firecrackers started to be fired intermittently outside. It is estimated that the time is about to pass, and it will be the first day of the new year when it passes.

Everyone should go to the earth temple at the entrance of the village to burn incense and pay homage to the early years.

"Mother, Hongxiu, daughter, it's getting late, you all go back to the house earlier to rest, I'll just stay with Tang Yazi."

Luo Baobao and Hongxiu are fine, but Tuobaxian still doesn't want to leave.

"Qing'er, I'm not sleepy, really."

"Mom, I understand how you feel, but if you don't go to rest, what will you do if Tang Yazi wakes up tomorrow and you are old and sick?"

Hong Xiu also helped to persuade: "Yes, old lady, if the general wakes up and sees that you are worried about him, haggard, or sick, he will definitely be worried, and it will not be good for the condition."

Yang Ruoqing gave her an appreciative look, but this girl could talk.

Sure enough, it was Hongxiu's words that moved Tuobaxian. After they all left, Yang Ruoqing sat sideways on the side of the bed, holding Luo Fengtang's hand tightly, and stared at him with lowered eyes. This staring, the whole night passed... …

In the dream, Yang Ruoqing felt someone touching his head.

Very gentle, very gentle kind.

After a while, she raised her head abruptly, and bumped into a pair of familiar and deep eyes.

"Tang...Tang Yazi, are you awake?"

Yang Ruoqing hurried up to him, and raised her hand to touch his forehead.

His forehead was cold.

"The fever is gone, great!"

"Are you thirsty? I'll pour you some water first."

She turned around and went to the table to pour hot water, "Hey..."

At first glance, he actually propped himself up and sat up.

"Lie down, I'll just feed you," she said.

Luo Fengtang smiled weakly, "I'm sitting, Qing'er can also feed me."

He wanted to sit up with support, because he didn't want her to worry too much, and wanted to tell her that he couldn't fall down.

I didn't expect to be treated like this when I was sick. Drinking water fed by my daughter-in-law was worth it.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing felt like a fish that had just been fried from the edge of the oil pan was put back into the water, her heart was still in a state of turmoil, just thinking that he had burned all night, his mouth must be dry, If you don't drink any more water, you'll be dehydrated.

So she has no time to take care of his little thoughts.

"Come on, open your mouth."

Luo Fengtang cooperated obediently.

She fed him one spoonful at a time, blowing on each spoonful first, for fear of scalding him.

She fed him, and he looked at her, without taking his eyes off her face for a moment.

After finishing one bowl, she said, "I'll get you another bowl."

When he got up, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, "Stop drinking."

"Drink some more, I'm afraid you'll be dehydrated."

"With you here, it won't happen." Luo Fengtang said.

"Come on, sit here and let me take a good look at my Qing'er."

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and when she felt the warmth of his palm on her wrist, and those eyes that seemed to be looking into her soul, her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat.

(End of this chapter)