Both men laughed.

"How are you? Do you feel better?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Ping'er nodded lightly, "I feel much more comfortable. To be honest, I didn't sleep well at all last night, and my lower back couldn't bear the force at all."

Yang Ruoqing said: "With your back injury, it's best to lie in bed for two days. It's absolutely impossible to carry water and wash. I'll send you two pairs of plasters later and put them on first."

Ping'er nodded and thanked her again.

"Qing'er, you're so kind to me. I'm so busy right now. You sent me wheat flour and rice twice so that our family wouldn't starve. Now you're sending me medicine again. I'm dragging you down.

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Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes: "You have really recovered from the pain in your back, but you started talking about these eggs again. If it hurts, we have to get along well and we should help each other."

"Besides, you make shoes and socks for my children in all seasons every year. Your needlework is so good. You can't beat me. When the children go out wearing the shoes and socks you made, I don't know how many people are envious of them.

Well, so we help each other, no one needs to thank the other."

Ping'er was supported by Yang Ruoqing and lay down on her back, with a pillow placed on her lower back.

"Brother Zhou Sheng doesn't know what's going on with your waist, right?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Ping'er shook her head, "I said I did it accidentally."

"Why don't you tell the truth to Brother Zhou Sheng? His son should be disciplined well!"

"Qing'er, that kid Bingbing didn't do it on purpose. Although he isn't close to my stepmother, he doesn't have any disrespectful intentions."

After a pause, Ping'er continued: "What's more, the reason why he took the stool and pretended to hit someone was because he was trying to stand up for his sister, and Huahua pushed her."

So there is still this problem? Yang Ruoqing thought about it for a moment, "Well, so to speak, Bingbing is not bad. Although he is not close to you, he is sincere to his sister, and he is still a good brother."

"As for what hit you, it was an accident. Who allowed you to survive and prevent disaster for people like Huahua? You brought it on yourself!"

Ping'er could only smile bitterly: "I really deserve it."

"Then you took this hard blow for her, did she say anything afterward?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Ping'er shook her head: "I didn't say anything, but at least there was no fuss anymore. I didn't say anything when I brought her food, but she ate all the food and didn't smash the bowl again."

There was no fuss, thank God.

Yang Ruoqing secretly shook her head, Ping'er didn't dote on Huahua, she doted on her.

"How many days are left in her confinement?"

Ping'er calculated, "Based on thirty days, there are still seven or eight days left."

"Women from farmers' families are almost no longer in confinement. Even if they sit, they can last for ten days and a half. She has been sitting for more than twenty days, which is about the same. In the next few days, your waist will be injured and you will have a fever.

Let her help you with the meal chores. As for the washing, I can only let Brother Zhou Sheng take the time to deal with it." Yang Ruoqing helped Ping'er with ideas. Ping'er's waist really needs rest, no joke.

Ping'er thought for a while, "Let's see when the time comes. I'm not that precious either."

"Okay, you still don't listen to my advice. By then, you will suffer from some old illness and you will cry." Yang Ruoqing stood up and patted her clothes, "I have to go back. I will send you my daughter later."

Send me some plaster."

As soon as Yang Ruoqing walked out of Ping'er's house, she heard sounds in the yard outside, which were the sounds of footsteps leaving quickly.

She poked her head outside and saw a figure quickly disappearing at the door of the yard.

It's Bingbing.

Yang Ruoqing wanted to call Bingbing to stop, but hesitated for a moment and decided to forget it.

It would be good if he heard her, at least it would make him understand that the stepmother he had always been hostile to was not as bad as he thought.

He is almost fourteen years old now, and he should make his own judgment on many things.

Near noon, Ping'er struggled to get up from the bed and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook a meal for the couple. As soon as she arrived at the door of the hall, she saw Bingbing striding in from outside.

Ping'er panicked, "Bingbing, are you coming back to get lunch? I'll go cook it right away. You go and have a rest. You'll be fine soon..."

Ping'er was rapidly thinking about what to eat at noon so that she could be both quick and satisfied, when suddenly Bing Bing's voice came: "What to eat at noon?"

Ping'er was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Bingbing with a look full of surprise that she didn't dare to show, "So, what do you want to eat? Noodles? Or bibimbap with wild vegetables? Rolls are also fine..."

Bingbing said: "Eat whatever you have, the simpler the better."

Ping'er nodded repeatedly, "Okay, I've packed up the wild vegetables you brought back yesterday, and I'll make wild vegetable rice for you two later..."

Bingbing nodded and said in a low voice: "Then I'll light a fire for you..."

"Aunt Ping'er, are you in the house?"

A crisp voice sounded almost simultaneously with Bingbing's voice, directly covering his words.

After the voice fell, a girl with bright eyes and white teeth poked her head at the door of the courtyard, her smart eyes seemed to be able to speak.

"Here, there, I'm here!" Ping'er quickly waved to Baby Luo.

When Bingbing saw Luo Baobao coming, his eyes lit up, and he came to Luo Baobao in three steps. He suppressed his excitement and asked: "Bao sister, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"

Luo Baobao raised his head and glanced at Bingbing, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"My mother sent me over to deliver something to Aunt Ping'er."

She pointed to the basket slung on her arm.

Bingbing also glanced at the basket. The basket was covered with a veil, so he couldn't see what was inside. Dan Bingbing quickly stepped aside to make way.

Baby Luo came to Ping'er with brisk steps and said with a crisp smile: "Aunt Ping'er, my mother sent me to bring you two pairs of plasters, plus a pack of medicinal tea for bruises. You must remember to drink it.

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Ping'er smiled and nodded, "Your mother is interested."

Luo Baobao took off the veil, and there was not only medicine in the basket, but also a large oil paper package.

"This is my mother's scallion pancake. She sent me to bring some to your house."

Ping'er took the oil-paper bag, which was heavy. There were at least a dozen cakes in it, not to mention Zhou Sheng and Bing Bingye, and even the three mothers at home had something to satisfy their hunger at noon.

Ping'er understood Yang Ruoqing's intention of baking these cakes, just because she didn't want her to have to prepare for lunch because of her back injury, her eyes immediately turned red with emotion.

"Baby, your mother is interested."

The same thing I said before...

Baby Luo couldn't help but laugh.

"The things have been delivered, so I'll leave first." Luo Baobao turned around and was about to leave, when Huahua's voice came from the room behind him.

"But the baby is here? Let's come in and talk!"
Chapter completed!