In the old mason's home.

Yang Ruoqing and the old mason have finally negotiated the project and salary, and the old mason and his wife are very grateful.

"Times are hard these days, and there are no crops in the fields. Old man, I am worried about where to find a way to make a living."

"It just so happens that you guys are here. This is really a good thing to provide help in times of need. I'll pack it up and leave for your Changping Village early tomorrow morning!" said the old stonemason.

Yang Ruoqing also laughed.

Carving and polishing of all the flower beds and decorative stones in the family's new house...

All these errands were completed in one go, and the old mason's wages were enough to cover this season's crops.

For this old stonemason whose family was in ruins, it was indeed a timely help.

"Then it's settled, old man. I'll see you tomorrow. Let's go first."

Yang Ruoqing stood up.

But he was stopped by the old stonemason.

"It's almost time for dinner. No matter what, you have to have lunch at my house before leaving!" said the old stonemason.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and declined his kindness.

But the old mason shouted towards the kitchen and called his wife over.

The woman wore an apron around her waist and sincerely tried to persuade her to stay.

"You send such a good thing to my old man because you think highly of us."

"You have to stay and eat this meal no matter what. I will make pancakes quickly. After eating, I will have the strength to go."

The old woman turned and entered the kitchen.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, and could only thank the old mason for his kindness with a smile, and sat down again.

Because the old mason knew Blacksmith Luo, this job was recommended by Blacksmith Luo.

The old mason then started chatting with Luo Fengtang. They were all from the Mianniu Mountain area.

There are so many topics to talk about.

Talk about floods, talk about plague...

"There was also a plague in our area, and several people died. Later, officials sent a medicine called 'Antibacterial Ruyi Decoction', which saved everyone's lives!"

The old stonemason said, "Hey, the person who tinkered with that medicine is really a living Bodhisattva."

Luo Fengtang laughed when he heard this.

"Old man, the living Bodhisattva you mentioned is right in front of you!"

"Ah?" The old mason was startled.

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing: "That 'antibacterial Ruyi Soup' was invented by Qing'er."

"First we rescued the villagers in the Yujia Village area, and then reported it to the authorities, who then cooked the medicine according to the prescription and sent it to all the villages below that were infected with the plague."

The old mason looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise and stood up from his stool.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him and saw the corners of the old man's lips trembling slightly, with an excited look on his face.

Just when she thought he was going to say something grateful, complimentary, or complimentary.

But the old man turned around and ran towards the kitchen at the back of the house, shouting as he ran: "Old woman, don't bake pancakes, cook rice, I'll kill the chicken, the living Bodhisattva is home!"

In the hall, Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

This reaction is too big, right?

"You, why are you saying this?" She yelled at Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang grinned: "It was you who invented the medicine, why can't you tell me?"

"Hey, can't I just be a quiet beauty? Being low-key is the way to go!" she said.

Luo Fengtang stretched out a finger and gently scratched her nose: "We are not high-profile, but you can't hide what you did."

Half an hour later...

The low hall of the old stonemason's house was crowded with villagers, all of whom rushed to chat with Yang Ruoqing.

"Miss Yang, my man got better after drinking the medicine you tinkered with..."

"So does my dad!"

"Miss Yang is the great benefactor of our village, a living Bodhisattva..."

Yang Ruoqing really didn't expect everyone to be so enthusiastic.

Soon, the old stonemason's lunch was put on the table.

Muzichuan also came back after handling the matter.

The villagers dispersed to their homes, and the old mason greeted Yang Ruoqing and the three of them to sit down.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the dishes in front of her. In the middle was a bowl of braised chicken, with a bowl of fried cucumber and a bowl of pickled cabbage on the side.

"During the flood, all the chickens and ducks drowned, and only this one was left."

The woman explained sheepishly at the side: "There is no rice to feed it, and it has become so thin. If it had been in the past, it could have cooked three large bowls."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing showed some emotion.

The old stonemason said: "Don't be dissatisfied with the simple food. We don't have any wine at home, so let's just eat like this. Come on, come on!"

He greeted Luo Fengtang and Mu Zichuan.

They both smiled and raised their chopsticks.

"Miss Yang, you eat, eat chicken!" the old stonemason greeted again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and took a small mouthful of rice into her mouth.

On the surface, the rice looked a little yellow, not as good as the white rice she had been eating.

I brought a chopstick to my mouth and bit into a few grains of sand.

If she hadn't reacted quickly, several of those porcelain-white teeth would have been repaired!

Yang Ruoqing quickly wrapped the spitted sand with a handkerchief and picked up the tea on the side to rinse her mouth.

Here, the old stonemason saw it and looked a little unhappy.

He quickly pulled the rice in his bowl a few times and was annoyed when he saw specks of sand in it.

“After cooking for a lifetime, why don’t you know how to wash rice?”

"Look at this rice. It's full of sand. How can you eat it?"

The old mason scolded the woman there.

The woman also looked embarrassed, but even more aggrieved.

"It's not that I don't wash the rice, it's just that there is too much sand in the rice and I can't clean it out!" she said.

"Impossible, that rice is the disaster relief food distributed yesterday!" said the old stonemason.

The woman looked aggrieved: "I take care of the kitchen. I told you, if you don't believe it, I'll bring it to you myself."

Soon, the woman came over carrying most of the bag of rice.

"Well, you can see for yourself," she said.

The old mason took the rice bag and looked at it, "Ah, how could this happen?"

At the table, Yang Ruoqing and the other three were also surprised.

As one of the disaster relief officials, Mu Zichuan was very sensitive to this. He quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand and ran over.

He leaned over and checked the rice in the bag.

"It's impossible. The relief food that passes through my hands is all real, clean rice."

"Why does the relief food here look like this? We got it from the same batch!"

Mu Zichuan murmured, his brows knitted together in confusion,

"Zichuan, who distributed the disaster relief food in this area?"

Yang Ruoqing also got up and came over, checked the rice that was obviously unqualified, and asked.

Mu Zichuan said: "The distribution of disaster relief food in this area is the responsibility of the officials arranged by Mr. Xu."

Yang Ruoqing said: "The quality of this rice is obviously not the kind of grain our village receives. It is yellowish in color. It is obviously the next year's grain."
Chapter completed!