As soon as the two of them arrived at the door of the backyard, they heard a loud cry of a baby coming from the yard.

Luo Fengtang was stunned.

Yang Ruoqing came to her senses and then explained to him with a confused look on her face, "Oh, my fourth aunt was giving birth to a child when I went out, and the child had just landed."

"Oh" Luo Fengtang nodded.

He remembered that the Fourth Aunt Yang family who intercepted him at the entrance of the alley last time was indeed big.

"Qinger, where can these cattails be hung on the drying?" he asked.

"Just put it under the wall where my house is packing firewood," said Yang Ruoqing.

This time, we separated the family, except for three small houses with thatched roofs rebuilt.

Lao Yang's house is half a house used to pile firewood and grass.

Uncle Wu was still enthusiastic about building a pigpen for their family.

By the way, several boards were laid under the base of the other wall.

Used to store those pine hairs that have been collected.

The two of them then entered the yard, and there was an empty stool left in the yard.

Old Yangtou and Yang Huamei and others were gone.

Even Liu's two daughters and An left.

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself that they must have been attracted by the baby's cry.

"Tang Yizi, put it on the wooden boards here and dry them first. When they turn back, I will move them under the wooden boards and store them."

She pointed to the empty tunnel where firewood was stored there.

"Um"

Luo Fengtang walked over and spread the moisture-carved cattails on the wooden board.

After doing all this, he turned around and came to the well to watch Yang Ruoqing clean up the turtle.

"How to use the turtle shell as medicine, can it be cut off?"

He asked standing behind her.

Yang Ruoqing buried her head and carefully washed the turtle in her hand, and shook her head when she heard this.

"I have to wash it first and then steam it in a pot."

"When it is cooked thoroughly, cut off its flesh."

"The remaining piece of turtle shell must be brushed with a brush to remove the flesh that is stained."

"In the end, it is exposed to the sun and there is no odor left. Then pound it into powder and leave it for later use."

Luo Fengtang scratched his head, "Just listening to you, my brain is not enough. Thank you for your failure to do it, it's really not easy."

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

Soon, the turtle was washed.

On this side, a cough came from Yang Huazhong's house.

Luo Fengtang said, "Uncle San is afraid I'll take a look at him if he wakes up."

"Yeah, go"

Yang Ruoqing took the turtle to the kitchen to wait.

It is very laborious to cut the flesh from under the hard turtle shell.

Moreover, it also tests the skill of the knife and finger flexibility.

But when I thought of scraping the turtle meat, I put it in a small tea pot and put it in the stove.

The soup that was simmered was nutritious and delicious, and Yang Ruoqing's patience came back.

After careful care, the flesh and shell were finally separated successfully.

She put the whole pair of turtle shells on the steaming grid in a small pot.

Then chop the separated flesh into pieces.

This turtle is not big, and the amount of flesh it scraped off is at most three or two.

She put the turtle meat into a small tea pot, cut some shredded ginger inside, then sealed the lid and stuffed it into the stove.

The small tea pot is resistant to high temperatures. I will cook another night meal later at night. Everyone will be able to drink delicious turtle soup tomorrow morning.

After doing all this, Yang Ruoqing came to the door of Yang Huazhong's house.

I found that the door was closed.

The sound of water flowing faintly came from inside.

Yang Ruoqing guessed that his father must have peed, and my mother went to the front yard again, and Da'an and Xiao'an were not there.

Luo Fengtang brought a chamber pot for his father and served him to pee.

Yang Ruoqing waited outside the house and did not go in immediately.

Suddenly I remembered what I said.

Tang Yazi is both diligent and able to bend down

That's true

I am not my own father, so I am willing to do something like urinating.

It's really not bad

Soon, Luo Fengtang's voice came from the room, "Uncle, continue to sleep, I'll pour out the chamber pot first."

"Tang Yizi, you can put it under the bed. How can you do these dirty work?"

The man's voice showed a little gratitude.

Luo Fengtang said, "It's nothing. When my uncle was sick, I had to go to the toilet several times a day to pour the chamber pot."

Footsteps came toward the door of the house, and Yang Ruoqing quickly flashed into the kitchen.

When Luo Fengtang finished pouring the chamber pot, he came out of Yang Huazhong's house again.

Yang Ruoqing stood at the door of her house and waved to him with a smile.

"Tang Yizi, come under my house." She said.

"What's wrong?" he asked, standing there without moving.

Qing'er is a girl, and she can't enter her hood at will.

Being seen by someone has a bad reputation for Qing'er.

Over there, Yang Ruoqing seemed to be able to see why he was in a dilemma.

She walked over, grabbed his arm and pulled it straight into her room.

"If you want to come, just come, what are you going to do?"

While pulling, she said, "My house, my two younger brothers come in a short while, and they are rolling around on the bed, there are no taboos."

Luo Fengtang was dragged into Yang Ruoqing's house.

This is his second time to come to her house.

The first time was that night a long time ago, I came to have an evening meal.

She pulled it into the house and measured the footprint.

It was night, it was dark and nervous, and I didn't dare to see what the room was like.

Now that the sky is blue and the sun is sunny, he finally sees clearly what Qing'er's house looks like.

The house is not big, it is smaller than his own.

The walls are covered with yellow mud, with wooden stakes on the walls, straw hats and some sieves hanging.

There is almost no furniture in the room.

There is a face wash stand in the corner of the wall, and a wooden basin is placed on it, and a white-washed veil is placed next to the basin.

Sitting north and south, there was a small bed, and the burlap tent hung on the bed was washed yellow.

On the bed, the patched quilt was folded like the tofu cubes she made.

There is also a pillow pressing on it.

Although the sheets are old, they are smooth and have no wrinkles.

Under the bed, there are a pair of cloth shoes and a pair of straw shoes, arranged neatly.

The whole room was dry and tidy, so he looked around and felt several times more energetic

"Qing'er, I think I'm still not going in. There is mud on my feet, and your house will be dirty later."
To be continued...