Yang Huaming laughed and waved his hand and said, "It's already good. I'm just afraid that the smell will smell you. After I finished pulling it, I deliberately wandered around the yard outside for two rounds before I came in."

Yang Ruoqing was amused and crying, "Sure, I can tolerate your stinking smell. Uncle Fourth, I won't be kidding anymore. Xiaojuan kept shouting. You should go in and comfort her quickly!"

Yang Huaming actually heard Xiaojuan screaming as soon as he entered the room. For two consecutive nights, whether it was asleep or awake, or half awake,

All I heard in my ears were Xiaojuan's screams, and my head was about to explode.

"What are you soothes? First, I am not a doctor, second, I am not a good medicine for relieving pain and replenishing meat, third, I can't replace her pain, so what can I soothe her?" He spread his hands.

Yang Ruoqing said: "No matter what, you go to her bed and wait, talk to her, and cheer her up."

Yang Huaming sighed, "What a sin, hey!"

Then he turned around and went into the curtain. He went in and didn't come out all night. By the time he came out again, it was already the next morning.

"Qing'er, I'm going back to the village to work on the construction site..."

"Uncle Fourth, don't go to the construction site today." Yang Ruoqing was wearing clothes for Dazhi there.

"Why?" Yang Huaming said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Two reasons. First, you happened to meet Chen Biao's father today and talk about Juer and Chen Biao's marriage."

"Second, Dazhi's illness has been cured. We will go back to the village later. If you leave too, there will be no one guarding Xiaojuan's bedside for a long time."

"You are going back? Oh, this is a good thing. Go back and take care of yourself. This clinic is really not a place for people to stay!"

"I can't eat well, and I can't sleep well. I've been curled up at the end of the bed these two nights, and my feet can't stretch out. I keep cramping when working during the day..."

Yang Ruoqing was not interested in listening to Yang Huaming’s complaints about the clinic. Isn’t that the hospitalization is like this?

If you want to enjoy your happiness, don’t come here. When you come here, your whole mind is all on your sick relatives.

I really didn’t care about eating, drinking, sleeping, etc. I just hope that my relatives can recover sooner and not suffer from the torture of this disease.

After saying such words to the fourth uncle, Yang Ruoqing could say with certainty that Xiaojuan's weight in his mind was really very light.

To be immoral, if it weren't Xiaojuan but Juer and the others who were lying on the bed, the fourth uncle promised that it was not.

Having said that, it is already good that the fourth uncle can pay Xiaojuan the medical expenses and come to the clinic to accompany her after finishing her work every day, instead of throwing her away ruthlessly regardless of her life or death.

It can be considered as considering the love between "one night couple and a hundred nights of kindness".

"Uncle Fourth, when I leave later, I will go to the restaurant to say to Chef Zhou, asking Chen Biao's father to come to you in the afternoon, so don't leave the clinic." She said again.

Yang Huaming nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, wait until you leave, this bed is empty, I just happened to make up for it first."

Three words cannot be separated from sleep, and Yang Ruoqing is speechless.

...

The old doctor came over to do a careful examination for Dazhi, then prescribed some medicine, and asked Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang to take to the front hall to settle the entire medical expenses for the past few days in one go. Yang Ruoqing carried Dazhi to the carriage parked at the entrance of the clinic.

These days, the single-wheeled carts pushed by manpower are equivalent to bicycles in modern society.

A human-powered double-handle plate car is equivalent to an electric bike and motorcycle in modern society.

Horse carriages, ox carriages, donkey carriages, etc. are equivalent to private cars in modern society.

The grade of the ox cart is similar to a sedan with a height of less than 150,000, while the cart is facing upwards of 150,000, and the configuration is higher and better.

In the carriage, there are also different levels of the breed, bloodline, body shape, specifications, materials, configurations in the carriage, and space size.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang are not short of money, but their lives maintain a low-key style.

From the outside, the carriage is an ordinary horse, not a special famous horse.

But this ordinary horse was fed to be fat and strong, with shiny hair.

From the outside, the carriage is not luxurious at all, but the inside is extremely comfortable and the space is large.

Yang Ruoqing sat in the carriage with Dazhi in her arms and drove on the street, steadily and comfortable.

The three of them first turned the carriage and went to Tianxianglou to talk to Chef Zhou about Yang Huaming and Chen Biao's father, and entrusted Chef Zhou to report a letter to Chen Biao's father.

Then the three of them ate something casually in Tianxianglou and set off toward Changping Village.

When he was about to reach the front of the Zhangji bun shop at the entrance of the town, Luo Fengtang's carriage slowed down.

In the carriage, Yang Ruoqing held Dazhi, and both mother and son fell asleep.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing's nose moved slightly and suddenly opened her eyes.

She looked out through the window of the car, and he really arrived at Zhangji bun shop.

The buns here carry her most beautiful memories.

Even though I am not greedy for meat now, every time I pass by here, I am used to getting off the bus and buying some buns with me.

"I knew you were awake." Luo Fengtang's voice came in through a curtain of the car.

"Let's go and take care of his business." He said again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Okay, okay, I found that our daughter always likes to eat his buns."

Luo Fengtang drove the carriage to the street in front of Zhangji Baozi Shop and stopped.

"Qing'er, how much do we buy?" He asked Yang Ruoqing in the carriage again.

Yang Ruoqing also crawled out of the carriage, curled her lips and smiled when she heard this: "Of course it's an old habit."

Luo Fengtang said: "I understand, ten large meat buns with thin skin and filling, ten leek vermicelli bags, ten large cabbage mushroom bags, and ten shredded meat buns, right?"

Yang Ruoqing gave him a thumbs up: "My Tang Yazi has a good memory, no one is missing!"

Luo Fengtang smiled and said, "Then I'm going to buy buns, you should pay attention to Zhi'er."

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and looked at the carriage beside her, "Don't worry, she's sleeping soundly. You can buy it quickly and go back quickly."

Luo Fengtang nodded and strode into the bun shop.

On this side, Yang Ruoqing stood by the carriage, stretching her arms and breathing in the fresh air of the morning.

Seeing the residents of these towns come out to buy groceries in the morning, many of the women took their children with them.

If you are too young and can't walk, you can tie it on your back with a cloth strap.

If you are a little older, you will take it away.

If you have to hold a basket of vegetables in your hand, you can't hold it, so let the child walk tightly with the corner of his mother's clothes.

"Baoer, are you hungry?" A gentle voice from the woman came from her ears.

When Yang Ruoqing heard that the child's name also had the word "bao", the same word as her daughter, she looked over there curiously.

A young woman was carrying a child over one year old on her back, and the child fell asleep.

A child about three or four years old stood beside him. Judging from his hairstyle and clothes, he should be a little boy.
Chapter completed!