"No need to make tea. Brother Zuo in the front yard has already made tea. I will go back and drink it later." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Old madam, I heard from Brother Zuo that you are ill. What's going on?" She asked again with concern.
Mrs. Zuo smiled and shook her head, saying: "It's nothing serious, it's just that I was greedy during the Chinese New Year and ate a few more bites."
"This person is old. He accumulates food after eating too much. He will be fine after starving for a few days. It will be fine." She said.
Yang Ruoqing was still worried, "Let me check your pulse."
Mrs. Zuo then stretched out her wrist, and Yang Ruoqing pressed her finger on it and listened carefully.
When it was done, she put Mrs. Zuo's hand back and said, "If that's true, what medicine are you taking now?"
Mrs. Zuo asked the little maid to bring the medicine over and show it to Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Well, these medicines are indeed symptomatic, but if you take too much, it will aggravate your stomach."
"Last time, my child also had food accumulation and abdominal distension and pain. Later, he took a dose of 'Baohe Soup'. After drinking it twice, he got better."
"It's gentle and effective. It contains tangerine peel and hawthorn. It's sweet. I remember the recipe. I'll talk to Brother Zuo later. Madam, how about you drink some more like this?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Mrs. Zuo nodded, smiled lovingly and said, "Okay, you are interested."
After chatting with the old lady for a few more words, Yang Ruoqing was about to stand up and say goodbye when Zuo Junmo and Luo Fengtang came over immediately.
After Luo Fengtang also expressed his concern for Madam Zuo, Yang Ruoqing stood up and said, "Let Madam rest first, let's go to the front yard to talk."
Luo Fengtang nodded.
Mrs. Zuo said: "Qing'er, brother Fengtang, please feel free and treat this place as your own home. Don't be restrained."
Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing both smiled and nodded: "Well, okay, you have to rest first."
In the front hall, Zuo Junmo chatted with Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing.
In the kitchen in the backyard, the maids of the Zuo family were also busy preparing lunch meals.
Yang Ruoqing was a restless person, so she took advantage of the little time before dinner to visit Uncle Geng's house at the entrance of the village.
I sent some New Year’s gifts to Uncle Geng’s family.
After lunch was cooked, Zuo Junmo and Luo Fengtang came over to look for Yang Ruoqing, and invited old Uncle Geng over to have a few drinks together.
"Brother Zuo, when we come to your house this time, we plan to stay for two or three days and return on the fourteenth of the first lunar month."
At the dinner table, Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.
When Zuo Junmo heard this, his face showed joy.
"Okay, okay, it should have been like this a long time ago." He said.
"It just so happens that I have a lot of free time these days. I can take you for a walk around here to see the beautiful scenery of the lakes and mountains." He added.
Yang Ruoqing nodded happily and became more enthusiastic about eating.
In the afternoon, the sun was warm, Zuo Junmo took Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang for a walk in the fields near Zuojiazhuang.
In the fields at this time, rapeseed has already broken through the ground. On the scorched earth, there are green rapeseeds in clusters.
In more than a month, when a few wisps of spring breeze blow over the earth, these rapeseeds will sprout like a girl's figure.
It will become thin and slender, and then blossom into fragrant rapeseed flowers. By then, the field you are now in will become a sea of rapeseed flowers.
The scenery of lakes and mountains, and the sea of yellow rapeseed flowers, are like a fairyland on earth.
"Look, there's a large bamboo forest ahead!" Yang Ruoqing suddenly raised her finger and pointed somewhere in front of her, saying loudly.
The bamboos in this bamboo forest grow very well, thick and straight, with each section reaching into the sky.
"Brother Zuo, Tangyazi, I'm going to walk in the bamboo forest over there. If I'm lucky, I might be able to find some spring bamboo shoots!" she said excitedly.
Zuo Junmo and Luo Fengtang also saw the bamboo forest. Zuo Junmo smiled and said, "Let's go there together."
The three people soon entered the bamboo forest. The bamboo forest was very large and very quiet.
Walking inside, there is a thick layer of soft fallen leaves under your feet, just like stepping on a soft carpet.
Occasionally, a gust of wind blows through the forest, and the remaining bamboo leaves make a rustling sound.
"The environment of this place is really good. It's very quiet and the air is good. Taking a walk here in the morning can prolong your life." Yang Ruoqing led the way, talking as she walked.
Behind her, two equally outstanding men walked side by side, their eyes chasing her cheerful figure.
After hearing her words, Luo Fengtang said: "If I could practice in a place like this every morning, I would get twice the result with half the effort."
Zuo Junmo nodded and said: "To be honest, I come here and walk around a few times every morning, unless the weather is bad and it rains heavily."
While walking, Yang Ruoqing in front suddenly stopped.
She pointed to a large piece of bamboo in front of her that had been cut down to only half its roots, feeling a little surprised.
"Brother Zuo, are the small bamboo tubes you provide for the perfume made from this bamboo forest?" she asked.
Three years ago, in the late spring and early summer, when she saw her younger brother Xiao An, whose head was covered in mosquito bites and itched unbearably, Yang Ruoqing started to tinker with the toilet water business.
Toilet water and soap are for the common people. A bottle costs seven or eight cents, or three or four cents a dollar, and everyone in the village can afford it.
Because of the low cost, the container for toilet water can be made from ordinary bamboo, which can be easily processed into a container.
Later, after seeing the good sales of toilet water and soap, Yang Ruoqing began to focus on the research and development and processing of perfume.
Modern techniques have been improved and used here. In spring, various flowers and plants are collected and the essence is extracted...
Because perfumes are to be high-end, Yang Ruoqing has put a lot of thought into everything from the perfume's formula, sales, and outer packaging.
She approached Zuo Junmo for cooperation and was attracted by his extraordinary tool-polishing skills, a descendant of the Mo family.
Therefore, all kinds of delicate bamboo tubes for holding perfume are produced by Zuo Junmo.
When they arrived in her hands, they were all finished small bamboo tubes, each one just like a work of art, but she had never paid attention to where the raw materials of these small bamboo tubes came from.
When she saw this large bamboo forest, she suddenly thought of something, so she couldn't help but ask.
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Zuo Junmo came over. He looked around, nodded and said, "That's right."
"Originally I planned to use camphor wood to make the bamboo tube, but then I thought about it carefully. Camphor wood itself has a rich fragrance. If it is used to hold perfume, it will easily cover the scent of the perfume, which is not good."
"After much thought, it would be better to use this bamboo to hold perfume instead."
"It's easy to store, repels insects and moisture, and the light bamboo fragrance won't conflict with the scent of perfume," she said.
