Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

However, we still have to thank the spiritual spring water for its effects; otherwise, someone like Erzhuzi would truly have no descendants.

Erzhuzi and Tian Dahua left, expressing their deepest gratitude.

Because the eldest uncle was to have surgery the next day, the family washed up and rested early.

Su Wanqing and Zhou Yanshen also got into bed early. Zhou Yanshen was a very tactful and boundary-conscious person. When Erzhuzi and his wife came to see the doctor, he didn't ask a single question from beginning to end, as if he knew by nature what he should and shouldn't ask. He just silently prepared warm water and helped Su Wanqing wash up, and carefully noticed that she had changed into a newly sewn menstrual belt with cotton in the middle.

"This one is indeed softer." He picked it up and examined it. "Is there enough cotton? I'll bring you some more when I go to the supply and marketing cooperative in the county town in a few days."

Su Wanqing thought for a moment and nodded.

Xinjiang is a cotton-producing region, so cotton prices are relatively cheap. Moreover, the winters are harsh, so it's always good to stock up on cotton, whether for making cotton-padded clothes and quilts or menstrual belts.

"Then bring back more." After saying that, she took out a bag of compressed biscuits that she had baked that afternoon and handed it over, "Try these compressed biscuits, I made them, there are several flavors."

Zhou Yanshen took it, tasted it carefully, and his eyes lit up slightly: "It's delicious, salty, fragrant, and crispy, and very filling. With this, I won't have to worry about going hungry on missions anymore. Thank you, Wanqing, I really like it." He carefully put it away.

"I'm glad you like it." Su Wanqing's eyes crinkled into a smile.

"There's just one thing..." Zhou Yanshen paused.

"Hmm?" Su Wanqing asked, puzzled.

"It might be a bit dry, and if you eat too much... you'll get thirsty." Zhou Yanshen said, stretching out his arm and pulling the person steadily into his embrace.

This wasn't the first time Su Wanqing had been held in his arms like this. The firm, strong touch of his waist and abdomen came through his thin clothes, mixed with his fresh and pleasant scent.

His gaze, unusually deep in the dim lamplight, held an undeniable focus that made Su Wanqing's cheeks flush slightly. This Zhou Yanshen, so commanding and assertive, was both domineering and…charming.

She asked instinctively, "Then... what should we do?"

"I want you to quench my thirst."

Zhou Yanshen's voice was low and hoarse, his heart overflowing with emotion. He felt that his little wife, who claimed to be resting at home today, had been "busy all day," making compressed biscuits, exchanging food supplies, and still thinking of making him delicious meals. She was working hard for the family and for him. He had been suppressing his desire to be close to her all day, but now he could no longer hold back. He picked her up and lowered his head to kiss her.

This kiss was different from the usual gentle probing; it was filled with obvious desire and heat, conquering and overwhelming Su Wanqing, making her breath catch in her throat.

After a long pause, Zhou Yan took a deep, heavy breath and stepped back slightly, his forehead pressed against hers. With a hint of regret and restraint, he gently kissed her flushed cheek again and said in a hoarse voice, "Go to sleep early. We can talk about other things tomorrow after you've woken up. There's no rush."

Su Wanqing was also a little breathless from his teasing, "...You're making things worse, making it impossible for anyone to sleep."

She felt completely out of sorts. She never expected Zhou Yanshen to go astray too.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yanshen looked a little aggrieved. He pulled her closer to him and rubbed her head against his chest. "I'm sorry, I was a little carried away and couldn't help but want to give you a good kiss."

He adores his wife so much that he wants to hold her and pamper her all the time.

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The next day, Su Wanqing woke up naturally. Zhou Yanshen had already heated up breakfast for her, the same as always: boiled corn, steamed sweet potato, a bowl of warm goat milk, a boiled egg, and a large white steamed bun.

Thinking about the newly acquired rice, Su Wanqing suddenly wanted to make some fermented glutinous rice (sweet rice wine). The weather in August was just right for fermentation, so she made a lot and stored it. In the morning, she would crack an egg, make a bowl of egg and fermented glutinous rice soup, and add a red date. It would be delicious and nourishing for the blood and qi.

I just do it whenever I think of it.

She ate her breakfast leisurely, then walked out of the inner room and found the whole family there. Lin Tingting was in the yard, having just finished feeding the chickens and sheep. Recently, she had taken on a new task—milking the sheep.

She had just finished milking the chickens and was squatting in front of them, looking puzzled. "Cousin, come quick! Why are these two chickens so listless? They used to run away as fast as they could when I got close, but today they're completely ignoring me!"

Zhou Yanshen was repairing a stool when he heard this. He glanced up and said indifferently, "Maybe he doesn't want to talk to you."

Lin Tingting: "..." She felt a lump in her throat, turned her head away, and didn't want to talk to her biased cousin anymore.

Su Wanqing: "..." I forgot to take back the two cloned chickens I used to make up the numbers yesterday. Oh well, I'll leave it at that for now. She glanced at her consciousness space and saw that the two red-tailed chickens had laid eight or nine eggs! Not bad at all!

Zhou Yanshen and his mother both took the day off. After all, his uncle's surgery was a big deal, and they might need to lend a hand. Zhou's mother was half-lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), eating boiled peanuts with salt while reading a romance comic book she had somehow acquired, looking quite content.

Following Su Wanqing's instructions from yesterday, Uncle Ding made simple pre-operative preparations: he changed into loose, clean pants, carefully washed his legs, and only drank a little thin porridge in the morning.

When Zhou Yanshen saw Su Wanqing come out, he immediately put down what he was doing and went over to her: "You're awake? Have you had breakfast?"

Su Wanqing handed him the empty bowl: "I've finished eating. Could you help me prepare the things in the first-aid kit? I'll steam some rice first and then come over. I plan to make some fermented rice after my uncle's surgery."

"Okay!" Zhou Yanshen immediately turned around to prepare.

The first step in making fermented glutinous rice is to steam rice. Su Wanqing measured the rice, rinsed it clean, and steamed two large basins of it.

While the rice was steaming, she began preparing for the surgery. To do so, she specifically "invited" Zhou's mother and Lin Tingting, who were likely to cause trouble and gossip, to the outer room, leaving Zhou Yanshen as her assistant.

This wasn't a major surgery at all, especially in Su Wanqing's eyes. After disinfecting herself, she deftly disinfected Uncle Ding's surgical area: the back of his leg and above his knee, and then put on gloves.

"Uncle, are you ready? I'll administer the anesthesia first, and then we'll start removing the necrotic parts and cleaning up the adhesions."

Uncle Ding took a deep breath, feeling somewhat nervous, but seeing Su Wanqing's composure and calmness, he felt inexplicably at ease.

"bring it on!"

A slight stinging sensation came from the local anesthetic injection. After a while, Su Wanqing calmly asked while using a scalpel to cut open the skin:

"Uncle, how are you? Are you in pain or feeling any discomfort?"

Uncle Ding shook his head, his voice a little tense: "It's okay, I don't feel anything, it's just... I can hear the sound of a knife cutting through my skin." That feeling was really a bit creepy.

Outside, Zhou's mother and Lin Tingting peeked through the cracks in the door and the windows.

Lin Tingting muttered softly, "Auntie, do you really think Su Wanqing can cure Uncle's leg? She thinks cutting off two pieces of flesh will make it heal? Why don't the doctors at the big hospitals do that?"