Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Well, that's right, that's the pond."

"Why is this happening? Did something slip while washing something?" Cao Bamei asked again.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "No, I got into a dead end and jumped down."

"ah!"

Cao Bamei was so shocked that she covered her mouth.

"Qing'er, why are you like that? Why are you so upset about it?" she asked next.

Yang Ruoqing's smile was a bit embarrassing.

"Hey, I'm not afraid of making you laugh when I say it. I committed suicide because of a man..."

"ah?"

Cao Bamei was so shocked that her eyes almost popped out of her head, and she looked Yang Ruoqing up and down.

"Did I hear you right? Qing'er, you still do such stupid things? Wait a minute!"

"That man...who is he?"

"Logically speaking, it shouldn't be Tang Yazi. He is so good to you..."

"Muzichuan." Yang Ruoqing spit out the name.

"What?"

Cao Bamei thought she heard wrongly.

"Brother Zichuan? You two?"

"My father and his father had a relationship in the past, so I had a marriage contract with him since I was a child, but it was just a verbal agreement."

"You should have heard about my past from my aunt, right?"

"You mean...what's that here?" Cao Bamei pointed to her head and asked implicitly.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Oh, what's so taboo about this? Yes, I was not clear-headed at the time, and I was a fool in everyone's eyes."

"Mu Zichuan is good-looking, so I pester him every day and block his way to and from school."

"He was so pestered that I broke the strap of his new schoolbag that his mother had sewn for him one time at the entrance of the village."

"He was angry, so he attacked me and told me to die."

"I took it seriously and jumped into the pond..."

After saying this, Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyelids.

She has never told anyone these things. This is a secret between her and Mu Zichuan. Cao Bamei is the first listener.

"Oh, Qing'er, I really didn't expect that you still have a relationship?"

Cao Bamei looked shocked.

"Hey, luckily God bless you and you didn't drown. Otherwise, who would save your second brother now?"

Hearing Cao Bamei's words, Yang Ruoqing's lips evoked a bitter smile.

That silly girl who really liked Mu Zichuan really gave her life away.

Sitting across from you now is a soul from the 21st century.

Life is fragile. If you die, you will die, but there is no return ticket.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. I said it affects my mood. The water temperature is about the same. Let's wipe our feet!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Cao Bamei nodded, and while the two of them were rubbing their feet, Cao Bamei couldn't help but ask Yang Ruoqing again: "But now I see brother Zichuan, he seems to like you very much!"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "That was a unilateral matter on his part. It has nothing to do with me anymore. I only like my Tang Yazi now!"

"That's a good thing to say. I think Tang Yazi is even better than Brother Zichuan!" Cao Bamei said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Well, heroes think alike."

The two people wiped their feet and poured out the footwashing water. Over there, Luo Fengtang came back.

"The second brother woke up and said he was a little hungry. Qing'er, do you want to give him something to eat?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, "Then make some millet porridge, the thinner the better. He has been seriously ill and his energy has been severely damaged, so he needs to eat more leisurely."

Cao Bamei said: "Qing'er, I'll take care of it!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and winked at Cao Bamei, and joked: "When I go back, I will have many opportunities to cook porridge for him in my life, so let me, a girl, do it now."

Cao Bamei blushed.

"What are you talking about? You are teasing me again, bad Qing'er!"

Yang Ruoqing laughed: "Don't play coy with me, go and accompany my second brother. He will definitely want you to accompany him when he wakes up!"

Cao Bamei's face turned even redder: "Okay, then I'll go over first!"

"Okay, I'll send the porridge over when it's ready."

…

"Qing'er, your prescription is effective against this plague. We will send these concoctions to other people in the village later! Do you agree?"

When Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were the only two people left in the miscellaneous room, he said excitedly.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him: "It must be done. Why can't I say no?"

"Hehe!" He scratched his head and grinned stupidly.

"There are many patients in the village, but this small medicine stove doesn't work. I'll come to the stove to clean the big pot and use the big pot to boil medicine," she said.

"Okay, I'll help you."

Yang Ruoqing cooked Yang Yongjin's porridge on the small stove, and then took the medicinal materials to the kitchen next door.

The candle was lit on the pot stand, and the two people divided their labors and cooperated.

She mixed the dozen or so medicinal materials she needed to use according to the dosage ratio she had figured out by herself, then put it into a large pot, added water, and started to simmer it over a slow fire...

The night outside was thick, but the village was eerily quiet, like a forgotten wasteland.

Only in this kitchen, the candlelight flickered, and the concoction made a cheerful gurgling sound in the pot.

Luo Fengtang squatted at the door of the stove, looking at Yang Ruoqing's concentrated face beside the pot, with a heart-warming curve on her lips.

"Qing'er, why don't you scold me?"

After a while, he suddenly asked.

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and took the time to glance in his direction.

"It's so strange to say this without any reason. Why should I scold you?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang's eyes were filled with guilt.

"Well, I didn't even say hello to you, so I entered Yujia Village on my own initiative..."

Everyone knows what entering Yujia Village represents and what they have given up.

"Qing'er, I'm sorry. Under those circumstances, I had no choice but to owe you..." he said again.

Yang Ruoqing was silent.

Look at him quietly and listen to what he says.

Luo Fengtang frowned and continued: "I don't want to abandon you, but I can't even watch Yongjin and Uncle Jin Fu being sent to Yujia Village to commit suicide."

"I, I, I can only let you down."

His voice lowered and his head dropped.

Over there, Yang Ruoqing's voice came.

"Get up, come to me, and let me slap you." she said.

"ah?"

He was startled for a moment, then stood up and came to her.

"Qing'er, please slap me. Give me a few more slaps, so that I feel better..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were blocked by her.

This was the first time that she took the initiative to kiss him like this since the two of them got together.

He was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses.

He stretched out his hands and hugged her tightly, responding eagerly.

Turning over, he pressed her against the mottled wall with spider silk on the side, and his tall body fell down.

The concoction in the pot made a cheerful gurgling sound.
Chapter completed!