Concubine Yang sat down and saw the dryness on Changsun's face. She thought about the hardship of being pregnant for ten months as a woman, and she was a little depressed. The woman knew that the hardship of a woman, let alone a mother, could she empathize with her?

"Sister, relax. For the sake of the child in our stomach, the suffering we suffered is also worth it." Concubine Yang comforted Changsun.

"Oh, I don't know why I haven't had the heart to eat these two days, I can't eat it without stomach water, I just tried to eat a few bites for the child in my stomach." Changsun sighed, feeling a little sad.

"Sister, please let the imperial doctor see it. If you prescribe a prescription for clearing your mouth, you still have to eat. Your health is important, and your child is also important. How can you not eat?"

"I'm not afraid of my sister's jokes. I've been here for the imperial doctor. There's no problem. I've also drunk some bitter medicine soup, but I still have a little appetite." Changsun thought of the medicine soup and felt even more bitter and tasteless in his mouth.

Concubine Yang looked a little confused and thought of something in her mind. Her son took advantage of the time of burning incense and skipped class for one day and brought back a small jar of pickled radish, which really made her appetite wide. She had to eat several bites of each meal to make her appetizer.

What is confused is that Changsun’s food is exclusively provided. If he eats it well, he and his son will definitely have no way to live. Forget it, forget it, give up. The most important thing for his son is, Concubine Yang let go of this idea.

Seeing that Concubine Yang didn't say anything, Changsun asked casually, "Sister, what are you thinking?"

Concubine Yang was distracted and asked Changsun when she asked her questions, but she didn't react. She also replied casually: "Sister, you might as well eat some pickled radish, which will refresh and appetizing. Maybe it will work. When I don't have an appetite, I can eat a few more bites of pickled radish."

When Changsun heard this, it seemed feasible and secretly kept it in his heart. He planned to ask someone to arrange the kitchen to do it later and try it.

The sisters chatted for a while, and Concubine Yang stood up and said goodbye.

...

During dinner, Changsun's dining table had a plate of pickled radish.

At today's dinner, there was a little man at the table, the eldest daughter of the eldest grandson, and Princess Changle Li Lizhi.

Changsun Jiao favored Changle and stayed to have dinner together.

A few years old man, who was so sensible, picked up the chopsticks on the short table, picked up a piece of radish and put it in his mouth. He took a bite, frowned, chewed it a few times and swallowed it. Wasting food was to make my mother angry.

"My grandma, this radish is not as delicious as the radish of Madam Yang." Changle, the little man, told the truth.

It turned out that because Changsun was pregnant, he was less in charge of his children. Changle stayed in the palace and was naughty. Prince Chengqian had Aye's restraint, and Qingque was a primary school student. He worked hard all day long to please Aye. Only Li Ke's brother was more time. Changle went to Li Ke to play with him and asked Concubine Yang to keep food. Changle, a little greedy cat, had eaten the pickled radish brought by Li Ke, and liked it very much.

At this time, Chang Le said that Chang Sun picked up a piece of pickled radish, and it was probably because the pickling time was short and it was really not delicious.

When Changsun thought of what Yang Fei said and heard Changle say this, Changsun was a little moved.

The mouth of a pregnant woman does not wait for anyone!

Changsun finally made up his mind to ask for some pickled radishes to try in Yang Fei's palace.

Concubine Yang ate the pickled radish that was refreshing and appetizing, and the eunuch took it away with the jar.

Concubine Yang didn't dare to give it to her at first, but later she thought about it and had to let go. The other person came to ask for it, but it was not the food she sent. If there was any problem, she would not blame herself. As a mother, she also understood Changsun, so she let it go.

But what Yang Fei didn't expect was that Changsun took a few bites of pickled radish and his appetite was wide open. A small bowl of porridge made his stomach fall, but the radish jar was almost there.

...

Qin Lang didn't know that Empress Changsun had already remembered his pickled radish at this time, because Qin Erhuo was in a hurry at this time.

Something happened at the construction site on the village.

Zhou's eldest disciple, Da Zhou, accidentally made a piece of wood cut a big hole twenty or thirty centimeters on his leg.

The muscles on the thighs were turning outwards, and blood was flowing. Everyone carried them to find Dr. Sun in all their arms.

Qin Lang's big dining table came in handy, and Da Zhou was directly carried to the dining table by everyone.

When the old Taoist came out of the backyard, he frowned when he saw the wound. The hole was too long. The Jinchuang medicine was poured over and the blood from the wound was washed away. The old Taoist carefully checked it and luckily the blood vessels were not broken.

Mr. Zhou was already at a loss and begged Doctor Sun hard. Da Zhou's face turned pale and his face was covered in dust. His instinctive desire to survive made Da Zhou grit his teeth and persevere, and he was about to faint.

"Doctor Sun, Doctor Sun, please save Dazhou. There are old people above and young people below. Without Dazhou, what should I do if my family lives?" The craftsmen who sent people around him were also surrounded by a group of sad eyes. Everyone knew in their hearts that if the wound was not treated properly, there would be more dangers in the Great Zhou.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, it's useless to be anxious, don't block Mr. Sun's rescue." Qin Lang blasted away the craftsman, no longer caring about anything at this time, saving people is important.

"Old man, can you stop the bleeding temporarily?" Qin Lang asked Sun Simiao.

"Yes, but it can't be too long." Sun Simiao replied affirmatively.

"Then stop the bleeding. Immediately, the patient has already lost a lot of blood." Qin Lang looked at the situation in Dazhou and quickly asked the old Taoist to help stop the bleeding.

"Li Fei, go find Butcher Zheng quickly and find him to get the casings he prepared some time ago, and go quickly."

"Zhao Zheng, go to the kitchen to boil water immediately, find a piece of clean gauze and throw it in, cook it and take it over."

"Little girl, go find a thick embroidery needle. Remember to bring silk thread and gauze."

"Who goes to the kitchen to get salt and melt it with the cold boiled water on the table."

Qin Lang shouted out one by one, Li Fei, Zhao Zheng, the little girl, and the elder brother were all busy.

"Old man, stop the bleeding and use clean gauze to clean the wound." Qin Lang was anxious about this life and didn't care about anything and directed Sun Simiao.

Other craftsmen watched the old and the young work hard.

The old Taoist grabbed Dazhou's injured leg, touched the base of his thigh for a while, pressed his finger, and kept talking, "Keep the time, you must let go in about half a quarter of an hour, otherwise there will be problems with people."

The salt was brought over, and Changfeng brought a clay pot. He didn't care about it. He threw a handful of green salt into the clay pot, poured the cold boiled water on the table, and tried his best to melt it.

To clean the wound, Qin Lang teared the trowel legs twice, but did not tear them open. Seeing this, Changfeng grabbed it and said, "sniffing" and the pants were directly pulled to the crotch.

"Come on, hold on, don't let it move." Qin Lang shouted, and the craftsmen rushed over from the crowd and held Dazhou tightly.

"Put a piece of cloth into your mouth!" The old Taoist seemed to know what Qin Lang was going to do, and reminded everyone in time, for fear that Da Zhou would bite his tongue, so he stuffed a rag over.

"Little girl?" Qin Lang's voice fell, and a piece of gauze was handed over from behind. He didn't care about it, and then put it in salt water, twisted it, took it out, and began to scrub the outer edge of the wound.
Chapter completed!