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

Luo Fengtang was startled.

Yang Ruoqing came to her senses, and then explained to him who looked confused: "Oh, my fourth aunt was giving birth when I went out, and the baby has just been born now!"

"Oh!" Luo Fengtang nodded.

He remembered that the fourth aunt of the Yang family who intercepted him at the entrance of the alley last time was indeed pregnant.

"Qing'er, where can you put these cattails to dry?" he asked.

"Just put it under the wall where the firewood is kept in my house!" Yang Ruoqing said.

This time when we separated, we only built three small houses with thatched roofs.

Lao Yang's house is only half a room used for stacking firewood!

It was Uncle Wu who was so enthusiastic that he built a pig pen for their family.

By the way, a few boards were propped up under the base of the other wall.

Used to store the collected pine hair.

The two people then entered the courtyard, where an empty stool was left.

Lao Yangtou and Yang Huamei are gone.

They also left with Liu's two daughters and Xiao An.

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

"Tangyazi, put them on the wooden board here to dry them first. When they are dry, I will move them under the wooden board and store them!"

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

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang walked over and spread the moist cattails on the wooden board.

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

"How can turtle shell be used as medicine? Can it be cut off?"

he asked, standing behind her.

Yang Ruoqing buried her head in cleaning the turtle in her hand carefully and shook her head after hearing this.

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

"When it's cooked, cut off the skin and flesh."

"The remaining piece of turtle shell needs to be brushed off with a brush to remove the attached skin and flesh."

"Finally, expose it to the sun until the smell disappears, then mash it into powder and keep it for later use!"

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

Yang Ruoqing chuckled.

Soon, the turtle was washed.

Here, a coughing sound came from Yang Huazhong's room.

Luo Fengtang said: "Is the third uncle awake? I'll take a look at him!"

"Well, you go ahead!"

Yang Ruoqing took the turtle to the kitchen to serve it.

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

Moreover, it also tests your knife skills and finger flexibility.

But I thought about scraping off the turtle meat, putting it in a small tea pot and putting it into the stove to simmer.

The simmered soup was nutritious and delicious, and Yang Ruoqing's patience returned.

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

She placed the entire turtle shell on the steaming grid of the small pot and steamed it.

Then chop the separated skin and flesh into pieces.

This turtle is not big, and the skin and flesh scraped off are at most three ounces.

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

The small tea can is resistant to high temperatures. If you cook a 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 of the house was closed.

There was a faint sound of water flowing inside.

Yang Ruoqing guessed that her father was holding back his urine, and my mother went to the front yard again, and neither Daan nor Xiaoan were there.

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

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

Suddenly I remembered what my mother said.

Tang Yazi is both diligent and able to bend down...

He really is like that!

He's not his biological father, so he's willing to do things like peeing.

Not bad indeed!

Soon, Luo Fengtang's voice came from the room: "Uncle, you go on sleeping, I'll empty the chamber pot first."

"Tangyaozi, you can just put it under the bed. How can I ask you to do such dirty work?"

The man's voice sounded a little grateful.

Luo Fengtang said: "It's nothing. When my uncle was ill, I had to run to the toilet several times a day to fill the chamber pot!"

The sound of footsteps came towards the door, and Yang Ruoqing quickly ducked 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 smiled and waved to him.

"Tangyaozi, come to my room," she said.

"What's wrong?" he asked, standing still but not moving.

Qing'er is a girl, and boys are not allowed to enter a girl's boudoir casually.

Being seen by others will bring bad reputation to Qing'er.

Over there, Yang Ruoqing seemed to be able to see what was bothering him.

She came over, grabbed his arm and dragged him directly to her room.

"You can come if I ask you to come, why are you wasting your time?"

She said while tugging: "In my room, my two brothers came in immediately and rolled all over the bed. There are no such taboos!"

Luo Fengtang was dragged into Yang Ruoqing's house.

This is the second time he has been back to her house.

The first time was that night a long time ago, when I came over for dinner.

She dragged her into the house and had her feet measured.

It was night, the lights were on, and I was nervous, so I didn't dare to take a look at what was going on in the room.

Now that the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, he finally saw clearly what Qing'er's house looked like.

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

The four walls are made of yellow mud, with wooden stakes on the walls, straw hats and some sieves hanging on them.

There is almost no furniture in the house.

There was a washstand in the corner, with a wooden basin separated from it, and a washed white handkerchief hanging on the edge of the basin.

There is a small bed facing south, with a burlap curtain hanging on the bed that has been washed and turned yellow.

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

There was also a pillow on top.

Although the sheets were old, they were smooth and had no wrinkles.

Under the bed, a pair of cloth shoes and a pair of straw sandals are neatly placed.

The whole room was clean and tidy. When he took a look around, he felt more energetic!

"Qing'er, I think I won't go in. There is mud on my feet, and it will make your house dirty later..."

After Luo Fengtang entered the door, he took two steps and then stopped, refusing to go any further.

After Yang Ruoqing heard this, she lowered her head and glanced at his big feet in straw sandals.

The toes really still have mud from the pond!

She smiled: "It's okay, I called you in just to let you wash your feet!"

"What?"

He was startled for a moment, and before he fully understood what she meant, he was already pushed forward by her.

"Qing'er..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, she held her shoulders and sat down beside the bed.

"Don't move!" she said.

He turned around and went to the washstand over there, carrying another basin of steaming water to the bedside.

"Come on, take off your shoes and give your feet a good heat!"

She stood aside and said in a commanding tone.

Luo Fengtang looked at the steaming basin in front of him, a little dumbfounded.

"Qing'er, I can just get some cold water and rinse my feet, but it's so troublesome..." he said.

"No!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Chapter completed!