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Luò Fēng Táng was taken aback.

"Oh, when I left, my aunt was giving birth. The baby just arrived!"

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“Oh!” Luo Fengtang nodded.

He remembered the Fourth Aunt Yang who had stopped him in the alley last time and spoken to him. She was indeed heavily pregnant.

“Qing'er, where did you put these reeds to dry?” he asked.

"Just leave it by the wall where I store firewood at home!" Yang Ruqing said.

This time when they split up, besides having three thatched-roof huts rebuilt...

Old Yang's house was a half-room used to store firewood, all made of wood!

Still, Fifth Uncle was kind enough to build a pigpen for them that day.

Incidentally, a few planks were propped up against the wall on the other side.

Used to store the fluff that has been gathered back in.

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

Old Yang Tou and Yang Hua Mei are both gone.

Along with this, Liu's two daughters and the eldest An also left.

Yang Ruqing thought to herself that they must have been attracted by the sound of the baby's crying.

"Here, Tang Ya Zi, put these on the wooden board to dry first. When they're completely dried, I'll move them under the board for storage!"

She pointed to the empty tunnel where firewood was stored.

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"Um!"

Luo Fengtang walked over and laid the damp fragrant irises out on the wooden board.

Having done all that, he turned to the well and watched Yang Ruohua washing turtles.

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What's the medicinal use of turtle shell? Do you just cut it off and use it?

He stood behind her and asked.

Yang Ruqing buried her head and carefully cleaned the turtle in her hands. Hearing this, she shook her head.

“I have to wash it clean first, then steam it in the pot.”

When it is ripe, then cut off its skin and flesh.

The remaining piece of turtle shell still needs to be brushed clean of any clinging flesh.

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"Finally, expose it to the sun until there is no odor left, then grind it into powder for later use!"

Luo Fengtang scratched his head: "Just hearing you talk about it makes my brain hurt. It's amazing that you were able to do it, it must have been very difficult."

Yang Ruqing giggled.

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Soon, the turtle was washed clean.

Here, a cough came from Yang Huazhong's house.

Luo Fengtang said, "Third Uncle probably woke up? Let me take a look at him!"

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"Well, go on then!"

Yang Ruqing carried the turtle to the kitchen to prepare it.

It is a very laborious task to cut the flesh from under the hard turtle shell.

Moreover, it also tests one's knife skills and finger dexterity.

But then, thinking about this turtle meat scraped off and put in the small tea jar to simmer over the stove...

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

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

She placed the whole turtle shell on the steamer rack of the small pot and steamed it.

And then the separated skin and flesh were chopped into pieces.

This turtle isn't very big, and the amount of skin scraped off weighs no more than three ounces.

She put the turtle meat into a small tea jar, added some ginger shreds inside, and then sealed the lid and put it into the stove.

The small teapot is heat-resistant, so we'll simmer a pot of noodles for dinner later tonight. Everyone will be able to enjoy the delicious turtle soup tomorrow morning.

After doing all this, Yang Ruqing came to Yang Huazhong's door.

>The front door was closed.

There is a faint sound of flowing water coming from inside.

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Yang Ruoqing guessed that her father must have been holding his pee, and her mother had gone to the front yard. Both Da An and Xiao An were not around.

Luo Fengtang then fetched a urinal for his father and helped him urinate.

Yang Ruqing waited outside the house without going in immediately.

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Suddenly, I remembered what my mother used to say.

The young man was not only diligent but also willing to bend over...

He really is!

He's not even his own father, and he's willing to do such a thing.

That's pretty good!

Soon, Luofeng Tang’s voice came from inside the room: “Uncle, you keep sleeping. I’ll go empty the chamber pot.”

“Darling, just stay in bed. You can't be doing these dirty chores.”

The man's voice held a hint of gratitude.

Luo Fengtang replied, "It's nothing. When my uncle was sick, I had to run to the outhouse several times a day to empty his chamber pot!"

Footsteps approached the house door, and Yang Ruoqing hurriedly dodged into the kitchen.

When Luò Fēng Táng finished using the chamber pot and came out of Yáng Huá Zh Zhong's room again.

Yang Ruqing stood at her door, smiling and waving at him.

“Tang Ya Zi, come to my house.” she said.

“What’s up?” he asked, standing still.

>Qing'er is a girl, and girls' boudoirs are places boys can't just enter.

If people saw this, it would ruin Qing'er's reputation.

There, Yang Ruqing seemed to be able to see that he was in a difficult situation.

She walked over, grabbed his arm and pulled him directly into her room.

"Come on if you're going to, what are you dawdling for?"

She tugged on the curtain while saying, "In my room, two brothers will come in shortly and roll around all over the bed. There are no such taboos!"

Luò Fēng Táng was dragged into Yáng Ruòqíng's room.

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This is his second time coming to her house.

The first time was that night a long time ago when someone came over to eat dinner.

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She dragged me into the room by my feet.

It was nighttime, pitch black and I was nervous. I didn't dare look around the room to see what it was like.

Under the bright blue sky, he finally saw what kind of place this was.

The house wasn't large, it was even smaller than his own.

The four walls were plastered with yellow mud, and wooden stakes were driven into the walls, hanging straw hats and sieves.

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There's hardly any furniture in the house.

In the corner stood a washstand, on it sat a wooden basin. On the edge of the basin was a freshly washed white towel.

To the north, facing south, was a small bed. Above it hung a coarse hemp curtain, washed yellow with age.

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On the bed, a quilt patched with scraps was folded just like the tofu she made.

A pillow was still on top of her.

The bed sheets, though old, lay smooth and flat, with no wrinkles.

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

The entire house was dry and clean. After taking a look around, he felt his spirits lift severalfold!

“Qing’er, I think I’d better not go in. My feet are muddy and I don’t want to dirty your house...”

Luofeng Tang entered the room and stopped after two steps, unwilling to go any further.

Yang Ruqing listened to this, lowered her head and glanced at the large feet he had tucked into his straw sandals.

The toes still retained the mud from the pond!

She smiled: "It's nothing, I called you in just so you could have a good foot wash!"

"What?"

He was stunned, hadn't quite grasped what she meant, when he was pushed forward by her.

"Qing'er..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, she pushed him down onto the bed beside her.

"Don't move!" she said.

Turning, she went to the washstand and carrying another basin of steaming water, brought it to the bedside.

"Come, take off your shoes and have a nice hot foot bath!"

She stood aside and commanded.

Luo Fengtang looked at the steaming basin of water in front of him, feeling a mixture of amusement and disbelief.

"Qing'er, I just need to splash some cold water on my foot, it's fine. It doesn't have to be so much trouble..." he said.

"Impossible!" Yang Ruqing said.

“There's a chill in the pond, and there are many acupuncture points on your soles. You have to soak your feet in hot water to dispel the cold!” she said firmly, her tone brooking no argument.

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