Countryside houses have little sound insulation, so Yan Shiqing could still hear some of the sounds of punches and kicks coming from the courtyard, no matter how concentrated she was.
After the silver needle guiding the Gu worm stopped at a place, she exhaled and reached out to wipe the sweat that had just overflowed on her forehead with the corner of her sleeve.
"What are you doing?"
The little baby's kick happened to come over, and just when it was about to hit, Yan Shiqing suddenly opened the door, and her foot was held there alive without falling down.
Yan Shiqing glanced at the little baby, then at the wooden barrel at the door of the lower courtyard, her eyes narrowed slightly, and then a feeling of displeasure arose.
Why is her barrel here? Grandma borrowed it again?
Feng Jun was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he said: "Doctor Yan, don't get me wrong. My old lady in charge bought this wooden barrel. I told her that I would buy a new one for her tomorrow, and I paid another one or two taels of silver.
She reluctantly agreed."
When the little boy heard that it was Mrs. Ruan who agreed again, his face turned red with anger, and he jumped up and said: "I'll go and ask the old lady what she thinks. The things from the master's girl's house, especially this kind of thing,
Can it be borrowed?"
Yan Shiqing stared at the barrel in silence. She couldn't allow this in modern times, let alone in ancient times.
After all, this is the wooden bucket she uses to take a bath, and it is something she can have personal and intimate contact with.
No matter how serious Feng Lie's situation is, what does it have to do with her?
What on earth was Mrs. Ruan thinking? If word of this got out, how would she behave?
She kept saying it was good for her, but now, was it good for her?
Feng Jun saw Yan Shiqing's reluctance. In order to save the young master, he ignored everything and knelt on the ground directly: "Doctor Yan, I know it's not right to borrow this barrel, but there is nothing I can do now.
I have searched all over the Ruan family pit, and only your family has one. The master is in such a situation now, there is no extra time for me to go out and look for it. Please, let me use the master, I promise that this matter will never be spread. Tomorrow
I’ll go to town and buy you a new one, okay?”
Youhua, Ruan Yang and others who were present could be considered to have heard the whole story clearly, so they did not hesitate to persuade him.
No matter what they say, it will always be wrong. Instead of doing this, it is better to let Yan Shiqing make her own decision.
After saying those words, the little kid on the other side rushed directly back to the house where Yan Shiqing was staying temporarily.
When she saw Old Mrs. Ruan sitting there in a daze, she rushed forward and grabbed her by the skirt of her clothes. She said with a dark face: "Old lady, I respect you for raising a good master, so I will tolerate everything, but
I didn't ask you to harm the master like this. Look at what you did. You kept saying it was for the master. If this matter spreads, how do you want her to behave?"
Ever since the barrel was borrowed, Mrs. Ruan always felt that she was ashamed of Yan Shiqing and fell into deep self-blame.xdw8
Suddenly being disturbed by the little baby, the anger in his heart was directed towards her. With a cold face, he put on the posture of Luo Jiao's nanny, and scolded: "Don't forget who you are, you have
Who are you to reprimand me? No matter what I do is wrong, I am still Qing'er's grandma!"
Xiaowa sneered: "Hey, does that make sense? You are a grandma, so you can do whatever you want, right?"
Only now did Mrs. Ruan recall what the little kid had said about raising Dayan Shiqing. She shook unconsciously and looked at the little kid with defensive eyes: "Who are you?"
Xiaowa saw her reaction and found it very funny. He didn't answer her and directly reached out and grabbed her to Ruan Yang's house. Then he let go and let her fall to the ground.
"Now, speak clearly in front of the master!"
Because it was already getting late, when the little boy pulled Mrs. Ruan over, not many people saw him.
At this time, in Ruan Yang's house, except for Ruan Ansheng who was not present, everyone else, including Yan Shiqing and Feng Jun, were all looking at her.
Mrs. Ruan's heart turned over and over again. She looked at everyone in the courtyard looking at her, feeling extremely aggrieved.
"Qing'er!"
Mrs. Ruan's first reaction was to look at Yan Shiqing. However, the light was dim and she could not clearly see Yan Shiqing's expression. After shouting like this, she froze.
Feng Jun saw Mrs. Ruan coming. He knew that this old lady was the only one who could help him now, so he stepped forward and helped her up from the ground.
"Old madam, please talk to the miracle doctor. You lent me this, right?"
Mrs. Ruan felt even more aggrieved when she saw that except for Feng Jun, who was supporting her, everyone else in the courtyard was standing by and watching.
When she heard Feng Jun's words, she didn't reply. She just sobbed for a while. Seeing that no one was comforting her, she said with a strong nasal voice: "Qing'er, I know you are blaming grandma, but now it's not like that."
Is there any way? A wooden barrel is just a dead thing. If it can save one life, it is worth it. Tomorrow, tomorrow grandma will go to the town and buy you a new one, okay?"
When Yan Shiqing heard this, she said in her heart that she was not disappointed, which was a lie.
The original burning and passionate admiration for Mrs. Ruan has been consumed little by little during this period of time, and very little is left.
When he heard what she said, he lowered his head and said with slightly lowered eyes: "Grandma, this is not a barrel problem. You think it's nothing, but outsiders don't think so. If one day, there is a man or something who needs help,
Or something else, you must have something personal to me, such as the small clothes I wear underneath. Do you also think that this is just a dead thing, and it can save someone's life, so you can just make me a new one later?"
Mrs. Ruan didn't expect Yan Shiqing to ask such a question. After hearing this, she couldn't help but take a step back and shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, that's not it. That's not what I meant, no. We won't borrow it, we won't borrow it.
It’s all grandma’s confusion. Don’t be angry, Qing’er, we won’t borrow it anymore!”
Feng Jun, who was supporting Mrs. Ruan, felt anxious when he heard that she would not borrow it anymore, and hurriedly said: "Old Madam!"
Yan Shiqing looked at the wooden barrel in front of her. The soup inside had lost its initial heat. She thought of Feng Lie's less than optimistic situation. She sighed, closed her eyes and gritted her teeth and said, "Bring it in!"
When the little boy heard this, he became anxious and shouted with red eyes: "Master!"
However, Xiaohua reacted quickly and hurriedly said to Ruan Yang: "Why don't you move Ansheng's barrel to Mr. Feng Lie? If you delay it any longer, you will delay your condition. Let's see how you deal with it!"
Lingfang's mind was also spinning fast. When her mother said this, she understood immediately and hurriedly pushed her father: "Dad, you haven't moved your brother's barrel to Mr. Feng yet. Sister Shiqing is still waiting.
Let’s see the results later!”
Only then did Ruan Yang react. He took a deep look at Yan Shiqing and Mrs. Ruan, and then went over to help Feng Jun.
Xiaowa's eyes lit up after hearing the words of Youhua and Lingfang, the mother and daughter, and then he said rudely to Mrs. Ruan: "Old madam, you go back. What should I say about tonight?