Reborn Farmer's Businesswoman

Chapter 238 Folk Remedies (2)

evening.

As soon as Han Qing returned to the house, she saw Mother Lin bring out a pot of soup.

She smelled it, and when she took a closer look, it seemed to be medicinal food, with some herbs in it, and it smelled very fragrant.

I saw that Mrs. Zhang picked up a bowl and filled it with a spoonful, drank it in one breath, and then filled another bowl with more satisfaction.

Mother Lin laughed and said, "Drink more if it tastes good. Qing'er, you should drink it too. It will taste fishy when it's cold."

Han Qing nodded, and without thinking too much, she poured a bowl and drank it into her stomach.

Not to mention, it tastes pretty good when you drink it.

Except for the tactile sensation of a little sand, could it be that it was not washed clean?

That night.

The cool breeze in the summer night is very refreshing, the sound of cicadas chirping is endless, and the tranquility is peaceful.

Han Qing and Lin Youtian lay on the bed, the restless man with his big hands slowly moved over.

However, Han Qing forcibly pressed her down as soon as she arrived at the destination.

She shook her head: "No, not in the past few days."

Lin Youtian didn't know why, but if his wife didn't want it, he couldn't force it.

I was full of anger in my heart, I couldn't help hugging the little person and kept rubbing and rubbing, unexpectedly, my anger rose even more.

Lin Youtian was so annoyed that he really wanted to eat the little girl in front of him in one bite!
He simply sat up, gulped down a bowl of cold water, and then picked up his pen to write and paint.

Han Qing chuckled and looked at him with her little hands on her pillow.

She couldn't help drawing Lin Youtian's side face carefully in her mind, and from the corner of her eye, she saw that he seemed to be drawing something similar to a crossbow?
She couldn't help sitting up out of curiosity, but just as she sat up, she felt a dull pain in her stomach.

She didn't take it seriously, after all, she was coming to her aunt, and she was used to the occasional pain.

"Is this the crossbow you painted?"

"Crossbow?" Lin Youtian was surprised, thinking of his daughter-in-law's background, he couldn't help asking: "What is a crossbow?"

Han Qing looked at him with a dazed expression. Could it be that there was no such cold weapon as crossbow in the Northern Dynasty?
Han Qing asked without answering, "What did you originally want to paint?"

"I promised Heizi earlier that he would give him a handy weapon. He is young and weak and is not suitable for melee combat. The best thing for self-defense is to be able to attack from a distance."

"The shooting range of the sleeve arrow is only within 150 steps. If it is farther away, it will not be able to hurt others. As for the range of the longbow, which is about [-] steps, and the strength of the arm is also important, if the ratio is insufficient, it must not be accurate."

Lin Youtian pursed his lips slightly: "I wanted to reduce the size of the longbow while maintaining the same shooting range. It would be best to use the rear assist to fly out like a sleeve arrow or a slingshot!"

"good idea."

Han Qing nodded again and again, and when she said that, she involuntarily pressed her little hand on her lower abdomen.

So, she vaguely talked about some general structures of ancient crossbows with Lin Youtian.

Lin Youtian suddenly realized and was overjoyed. He held Han Qing's small face and couldn't help kissing it.

The delicate lips were colder than before, and even her little face gradually turned pale.

Lin Youtian's heart tightened suddenly, and he touched Han Qing's cold little face. It was a sunny day in June, but the little girl in front of her was cold all over.

Lin Youtian suddenly remembered last year's scorching summer, Han Qing's high fever persisted due to ulcers on both hands, the past was vivid in his memory, Lin Youtian's complexion sank immediately, and his brows frowned.

"I'll invite Mrs. Zhang to come."

Han Qing waved her hands again and again, and grabbed his sleeve: "No, I... I'm just here for menstruation."

After that, she endured the pain again, and grinned: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."

Lin Youtian was worried, and frowned, "What can I do?"

"If you can, make me a bowl of ginger water."

After saying that, the man turned over and landed on the wheelchair, and then covered her tightly with the quilt.

"I'll come when I go."

As soon as Lin Youtian left, Han Qing couldn't hold on anymore, turned over and lay down on the bed, clutching her belly, her face turned pale.

Han Qing was sweating all over her body, and her stomach throbbed from the very beginning to spiraling convulsions at the end.

It was even more turbulent and surging, and the flow became more and more crazy.

The menstrual belt made of cotton was slowly leaking sideways, soaking the pants and staining the sheets, and the overwhelming pain continued, which almost made her faint.

Han Qing's body was unsteady, and she fell down directly, her small face was as pale as paper.

Then, when Lin Youtian entered the room, the ginger soup in his hand almost spilled all over the floor.

He stepped forward in horror, the skirt of the woman was bright red, if it weren't for Han Qing's eyelashes trembling slightly, and her hands still pressing down on her belly, he would really collapse.

This is not a menstrual event... It is clearly killing people!

He didn't dare to imagine that she had to endure such pain every month. Such a small body, how could she bear it, and she must make up for it in the future!
If possible, he would rather bear it for her!

Han Qing closed her eyes tightly and clutched her belly tightly until a pair of big hands wrapped her cold little hands.Slowly freeing her tightly clenched little hand, the warm palm warmed her cold belly.

Her tense body relaxed slightly, half-raised her eyes and smiled lightly: "It's okay, it just hurts a little."

Seeing this, Lin Youtian felt distressed.

Lifting the person up gently, he brought ginger soup and watched her drink it in one gulp, so he felt a little relieved.

The spicy ginger soup fell into the stomach and immediately took effect. The stomach was relieved and warm, and the abdominal pain was slowly relieved.

Lin Youtian rubbed her lower abdomen for her, and Han Qing, who was exhausted and tired, simply fell asleep, until the intense pain subsided, and she sat up with support.

Lin Youtian, whose hands were numb, frowned: "What are you going to do?"

"Wash and change clothes."

She was slightly embarrassed, and glanced at the stained sheets, and the dirty...

Looking at his complexion, it is obvious that he has not improved yet, Lin Youtian couldn't help but press him down.

"pass it to me."

After speaking, the man went to boil water in front of the stove, and then found clothes and bed sheets from the closet.

After a while, he brought cold water to keep her warm, and said, "Can you stand up?"

Before she could answer, Lin Youtian said again: "Why don't I wash it for you."

Han Qing, who was dizzy and had a dull pain in her stomach, immediately sat up in shock at what he said.

"It's okay, I'll do it myself."

After all, he staggered out of bed with his shoes on.

Han Qing blushed and washed her body in the house.

Fortunately, a new house will be built soon, and a bathroom must be built in the house by then, so it won't be so... inconvenient.

After she tidied up and put on her clothes, Lin Youtian had already remade the bed.

Looking at the brand-new bed, Han Qing's heart warmed in her refreshed body. She never thought that her man had a virtuous side.

"Go warm up."

After saying that, the man walked out of the room carrying the sewage she had cleaned.

Han Qing blushed. He heard that men in ancient times always believed that women's menstruation was unlucky and unlucky. Some men even died without knowing that women had menstruation once a month.

But one day Lin actually carried her sewage...

She jumped onto the bed with a stride, covered the quilt with a blushing face, moaned and moaned, tossed and turned until there was slight pain in her abdomen, and then she lay down on the bed obediently.

She also wondered, although she had dysmenorrhea in the past, she had never been so overwhelmed and painful.

Could it be that I ate something wrong?
But she didn't eat anything?

Could it be... the soup tonight?

She couldn't help getting up and opening the window, and looked at the second room.

I saw the second room was completely dark, there was no movement at all, the second sister-in-law also drank the soup but she was fine, she must have convulsion-like dysmenorrhea.

She was about to close the window when she suddenly saw Lin Youtian who was coming back from the backyard.

(End of this chapter)