Yang Huaming laughed loudly, waved his hands and said, "It's already good. I was just afraid that the smell would offend you. After I finished, I deliberately walked around the yard outside twice before coming in."
Yang Ruoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Sure, I can tolerate your stinky smell. Fourth uncle, no kidding, Xiaojuan has been screaming, please go in and comfort her!"
Yang Huaming actually heard Xiaojuan calling as soon as he entered the room. For two consecutive nights, whether he was asleep, awake, or half awake and half asleep,
All I heard in my ears was Xiaojuan's screams, which made my head almost explode.
"Why are you comforting her? Firstly, I'm not a doctor, secondly, I'm not a good medicine for pain relief and raw meat, and thirdly, I can't replace her pain. How can I comfort her?" He spread his hands and said.
Yang Ruoqing said: "No matter what, you go and stay by her bed, talk to her, and cheer her up."
Yang Huaming sighed, "What a sin, hey!"
Then he turned around and entered the curtain. Once he entered, he didn't come out again all night. When he came out again, it was already the morning of the next day.
"Qing'er, I'm going back to the village to work on the construction site..."
"Fourth Uncle, please don't go to the construction site today." Yang Ruoqing was dressing Dazhi there.
"Why?" Yang Huaming said.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Two reasons. First, you just happened to go meet Chen Biao's father today to discuss the marriage between Ju'er and Chen Biao."
"Two, Dazhi's illness has almost recovered. We will go back to the village later. If you leave too, there will be no one watching Xiaojuan's bed for a long time."
"Are you going back? Oh, this is a good thing. Go back and recuperate. This hospital is really not a place for people!"
"I couldn't eat well, and I couldn't sleep well. For the past two nights, I slept curled up at the end of the bed. I couldn't straighten my legs. I kept getting cramps when I was working during the day..."
Yang Ruoqing was not interested in listening to Yang Huaming's complaints about the hospital. Isn't that what hospitalization is like?
If you want to enjoy happiness, don't come here. Once you come here, all your thoughts will be on your sick relatives.
I really didn't care about eating, drinking, sleeping, etc. I just hoped that my loved ones would recover soon and not suffer from this disease.
After saying this to his fourth uncle, Yang Ruoqing could say with certainty that Xiaojuan's weight in his heart was really very light.
To put it bluntly, if the person lying on this bed was not Xiaojuan but Ju'er and the others, my fourth uncle guarantees that this would not be the case.
Having said that, it's not bad that Fourth Uncle can pay Xiaojuan's medical bills and come to the hospital to accompany her after work every day instead of ruthlessly throwing her away regardless of life or death.
It can also be regarded as caring about the love of "one night of husband and a hundred nights of kindness".
"Fourth uncle, when I leave later, I will go to the restaurant and tell Chef Zhou to ask Father Chen Biao to come find you in the morning. Don't leave the hospital," she said again.
Yang Huaming nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, after you leave, this bed will be free, and I'll just catch up on some sleep first."
Yang Ruoqing was also speechless as she couldn't do without sleeping.
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The old doctor came over to do a detailed examination of Da Zhi, and then prescribed some medicine, and asked Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang to take them to the front hall to settle all the medical expenses for the past few days at once. Yang Ruoqing took Da Zhi to the parking lot. The carriage at the entrance of the hospital.
These days, a one-wheeled cart pushed by humans is equivalent to a bicycle in modern society.
A human-powered double-handled trolley is equivalent to a battery-operated motorcycle in modern society.
Horse-drawn carriages, ox-carts and donkey-carts are equivalent to private cars in modern society.
The grades of ox carts and donkey carts are similar to sedans priced at less than 150,000 yuan, while horse carriages are priced at 150,000 yuan and upwards, with higher and better configurations.
In a carriage, there are many factors, including the breed, bloodline, and body type of the horses that pull the carriage, as well as the specifications, materials, interior configuration, and space size of the carriages connected behind them.
Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang are not short of money, but they maintain a low-key style of life.
From the outside, the carriage looks like it is being pulled by ordinary horses, not those special famous horses.
But this ordinary horse was fed to be fat and strong, with shiny coat.
The carriage doesn't look luxurious at all from the outside, but inside it is extremely comfortable and spacious.
Yang Ruoqing sat in the carriage with her ambitions in mind and drove on the street, feeling stable and comfortable.
The three people first turned the carriage around, went to Tianxiang Tower to talk to Chef Zhou about Yang Huaming and Chen Biao's father, and asked Chef Zhou to report a message to Chen Biao's father.
Then the three of them had something to eat at Tianxiang Tower, and then set off towards Changping Village.
When they approached the Zhangji Steamed Bun Shop at the entrance of the town, Luo Fengtang's carriage slowed down.
In the carriage, Yang Ruoqing held her ambition in her arms, and both mother and son dozed off.
At this moment, Yang Ruoqing's nose moved slightly and she suddenly opened her eyes.
She looked out through the carriage window, haha, she was indeed at Zhangji's bun shop.
The buns here carry one of her best memories.
Even though I'm not hungry for meat now, every time I pass by here, I get out of the car and buy some steamed buns to take with me.
"I knew you were awake." Luo Fengtang's voice came through the carriage curtain.
"Let's go over and take care of his business," he said again.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Okay, okay, I found that our daughter always likes to eat his steamed buns."
Luo Fengtang drove the carriage to the street in front of Zhang Ji's bun shop and stopped.
"Qing'er, how much should we buy?" He asked Yang Ruoqing in the carriage.
Yang Ruoqing also got out of the carriage and smiled when she heard this: "Of course it's an old habit."
Luo Fengtang said: "I know, ten big meat buns with thin skin and lots of fillings, ten vermicelli buns with chives, ten Chinese cabbage and shredded pork buns, and ten shredded pork and pickled vegetables buns, right?"
Yang Ruoqing gave him a thumbs up: "My Tangyazi has a really good memory, she doesn't miss a single thing!"
Luo Fengtang smiled and said: "Then I'll go buy some buns, and you can watch Haozhi'er."
Yang Ruoqing turned her head and looked at the car next to her, "Don't worry, I'm sleeping soundly. Go buy it quickly and get back as soon as possible."
Luo Fengtang nodded and strode into the bun shop.
Here, Yang Ruoqing stood beside the carriage, stretching her arms and breathing the fresh morning air.
Watching the residents of these towns going out to buy groceries in the morning, many women had children with them.
Those who are too young to walk are tied on their backs with cloth straps.
If it's a little older, just hold it and walk it.
If the child cannot hold the vegetable basket in his hand, let the child hold on to the corner of his mother's clothes tightly.
"Bao'er, are you hungry?" A woman's gentle voice came to his ears.
Yang Ruoqing heard that the child's name also had the word "宝" in it, which was the same as her daughter, so she looked over there curiously.
A young woman was carrying a one-year-old child on her back. The child was asleep.
Standing next to him was a child about three or four years old. Judging from his hairstyle and the clothes he was wearing, he must be a little boy. chapter;
