, wonderful and free of pop-ups! He also used pillows to cushion his lower back to make him more comfortable.
"Is this possible?" she asked.
"Hey, it's much better, I can see your face." He said.
Yang Ruoqing: "..."
He turned around and walked to the table and poured a bowl of tea.
Luo Fengtang followed her back with his eyes: "Qing'er, you sent Uncle Yan to Li Zheng's house, why did it take so long?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "I talked to him for a while, but I was delayed."
She took a sip of tea and tasted the temperature.
Then he turned around and came to the bedside, put the tea to his mouth: "You can take a few sips too."
"Um."
He drank several sips obediently.
She put down the tea bowl and took out the brocade box from the bottom of her sleeve.
"Uncle Yan gave it to you to replenish your health."
She said, then opened the brocade box.
Luo Fengtang was obviously surprised when he saw the ginseng lying inside.
"This is... ginseng?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
"I heard they have a lifespan of three hundred years. Look, they have all grown into human form."
"This kind of ginseng has a very high medicinal effect, but it's a good thing."
"Thousands of years old, I heard it can extend your life." She said.
"We can't accept such a valuable thing." Luo Fengtang said quickly.
Yang Ruoqing said: "That's what I said, but even Uncle Yan's good intentions can't be disobeyed."
Luo Fengtang still looked uneasy.
Yang Ruoqing comforted him and said, "Don't worry, I will return this love in other ways when I have the opportunity next time."
"This wild ginseng is a good thing. It's priceless in our area. Keep it for yourself first!" she said.
Luo Fengtang nodded: "Qing'er, you can make the arrangements."
"Um."
She closed the box again and tucked it into the bottom of her sleeve.
Luo Fengtang asked again: "Why is there a red thread tied to the ginseng?"
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment and thought about it.
"I heard that every place has its own folk customs and traditions."
"In the eyes of these ginseng collectors in the north, ginseng is the essence of the world, mountains and rivers. The older it is, the more spiritual it is."
"It says it will transform into a child and run away. If you tie the ginseng with a red thread, it won't be able to run away," she said.
"Seriously?" He became interested.
His eyes were bright. This was the first time he heard such a thing. It was very novel.
Yang Ruoqing said: "As for myths and legends, who knows whether they are serious or not."
Luo Fengtang said: "How about you loosen the red thread and see if it runs away?"
Yang Ruoqing smiled: "You idiot, do you believe all this?"
"Okay, I won't tell you anymore. You've been lying down for almost a day and you haven't eaten anything yet. I'm going to get you something to eat."
…
Under Yang Ruoqing's careful care, Luo Fengtang was able to walk the next day.
Two days later, Luo Fengtang's wounds were almost healed.
As for the old lady in the side yard, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang went to Qingshui Town together and invited an old doctor from Yihechun who was very experienced in treating asthma.
I took Lao Ga Po's pulse, asked her, and prescribed three courses of medicine.
Because the Chinese New Year was coming in a few days, Lao Suntou was worried about the trouble that Daga Gong and Lao Ga Po would have when they returned to the mountain.
Let them spend the New Year together here, and in the first month of next year, we will go back to Sunjiagou to pay New Year greetings.
It happened that on the 26th, the old Luo family came to Yang Huazhong's house to send New Year's gifts.
Sun's family's side and Lao Yangtou's side of the old house all gathered together, and three big tables were set up in a lively manner.
After dinner, everyone had dispersed.
Lao Yangtou, Lao Suntou, Lao Suntou's cousin, Blacksmith Luo, and Yang Huazhong were still smoking, drinking tea, and chatting in the main room.
Although the old lady is old and deaf, she has the heart of a child and likes to be crowded and lively.
The old man sat aside to warm himself in a moon-shaped barrel, and Mrs. Sun sat beside her to make money.
Yang Ruoqing came to the backyard kitchen.
Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun were clearing away the dishes.
"Mom, let me help you." Yang Ruoqing said, then rolled up her sleeves.
Mrs. Sun pushed her out: "As long as your aunt and I are together, you can go back to the house and go to sleep."
"It's still early and I can't sleep."
"Then go to the front hall and listen to your grandpa and the others talk."
"That's it, thank you for your hard work, mother and aunt!"
"Hey, this girl is always polite wherever she goes!"
Yang Ruoqing returned to the front hall and happened to catch up with Lao Suntou and the others talking about the past ten miles and eight villages.
Luo Fengtang stood aside and refilled their tea.
Seeing her coming, he smiled at her.
He came to her side with a bowl of hot tea and said, "Hold your hands."
he whispered.
She smiled at him and the two sat down on a high stool.
On such a winter night in the twelfth lunar month, listening to the elders tell stories from a long, long time ago...
Among the most talked about winter night chat topics among villagers, there are none other than those stories with a fairy tale flavor.
Ghosts, monsters, mountain elves and so on.
They are kind and simple, but ignorant and backward. They all believe in the reincarnation of cause and effect.
The topic, I don’t know when, came to having children.
The old lady listened carefully, and when she couldn't hear anything, she asked the old lady to tell her.
Here, Yang Ruoqing saw the old lady's reaction in her eyes and couldn't help but laugh.
She gently touched Luo Fengtang's arm beside her: "Old man, old man, look at my old lady, she is really like a child."
Luo Fengtang also curled his lips slightly.
At this time, the old lady sitting in the warm bucket over there said loudly: "I heard what you said about what happened this night. There are all kinds of strange things. Old lady, let me tell you one."
She is the oldest and most senior person in the room.
When she opened her mouth, everyone fell silent.
Old Yangtou even smiled and said to the old lady: "Auntie, I heard that you were the most famous midwife in the villages ten miles away. You must have a lot of knowledge. Tell us about it."
The old lady smiled with her toothless mouth.
"I won't tell you what you heard about the gods and ghosts. Everyone heard about it from other places. None of them have seen it in person. I can't count it."
She waved her hands and said.
"Let me tell you something today. It happened to me when I was delivering a baby to a family when I was young."
"I've been delivering babies for most of my life, and I don't remember anything else. But that one thing, I will never forget it for the rest of my life!" she said.
Everyone was interested, but they all stayed silent and listened to what the old lady said.
"The skill of delivering babies was passed down to me by my mother."
"I remember that time, I was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and I had never raised a child!"
"One winter when the doors were closed due to heavy snow, I was taken to a mountain temple to deliver a baby to a woman."
"Auntie, isn't this right? When a daughter-in-law gives birth to a baby, doesn't she always give birth on the bed at home in the cold weather? How could she give birth in a mountain temple?"
Lao Yangtou couldn't help but interrupt Lao Gapo's words.
Lao Ga Po said: "I remember correctly, it is the Mountain Temple."
"When I arrived, there were only three people there."
"A man, tall and good-looking."
"There is a woman standing next to him. Judging from the clothes of the couple, they look like they are from a wealthy family."
