squeamish bag [rebirth]

Before Lou Jing could speak, the two children had already rushed in front of Yan Qinghe. They looked up at Yan Qinghe with their small faces up and shouted excitedly: "Brother, you are back."

"En." Yan Qinghe glanced at Lou Jing warningly, then went to pick up the two children, and just touched their hands, he frowned.

Why are their hands so cold?

Yan Qinghe looked at the two children and found that not only their hands were cold, but their little faces were also flushed with cold, "How long have you been waiting here?"

"We..." Yan An wanted to say that he didn't wait long, but his brother said that he couldn't lie.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked at Yan Qinghe cautiously, and said, "We'll come over after dinner."

After dinner?

The two children ate their meals with them, which means that they had just left on their front feet, and their back feet were waiting here.

It's so cold and windy...

As soon as Yan Qinghe thought of the two children in the cold wind, staring eagerly at the direction of the village entrance, waiting for them to come back, he felt a little blocked.

He took a deep breath, held the hands of the two children tightly, and promised: "In the future, when my brother goes to town, he will definitely take you with him."

"Really?" Yan An and Yan Ning's happy eyes lit up.

Yan Qinghe nodded: "Really!"

The three of them held hands and strode towards the thatched cottage. Lou Jing looked at this scene and subconsciously curled his lips.

The days in winter are always very short, and they ate dinner not long after returning home, and then nestled in bed.

As usual, Yan An was holding a kerosene lamp, and Yan Ning was holding a bronze mirror, sitting beside Yan Qinghe on one left and one on the right.

Facing the mirror, Yan Qinghe casually applied the ointment. The original big jar of ointment had been dug into a big hole, and only half of it was left.

"Brother, you seem to have turned white." Yan Ning blinked, staring at Yan Qinghe and said.

"White?" Yan Qinghe approached the bronze mirror suspiciously. He stared at the face in the mirror for a long time, nodded in surprise, and said, "It seems to be a little whiter."

Not only is it a little whiter, but the facial features seem to have grown, and it looks more and more like the previous self...

If it was a little fatter, it would definitely look more like it!

I didn't expect this ointment to be so easy to use, and it can also make people white, and I don't know what it is made of.

While muttering, Yan Qinghe put the ointment and the things in the hands of the two children away, and then lay down.

The night here is extraordinarily quiet, and the sound of breathing is extraordinarily clear. Neither Yan Qinghe nor the two children could fall asleep, so he couldn't help chatting with Lou Jing.

Lou Jing remained reticent as always, Yan Qinghe asked a question, and he only answered briefly.

This temper is too boring!

Just as Yan Qinghe was about to interrupt the topic, he suddenly remembered the miraculous effect of the scald ointment. He couldn't help but ask Lou Jing, "Do you know the formula of this scald ointment?"

"En." Lou Jing said lightly, "Pork fat is fried with willow and white skin, boiled into a plaster and let it cool."

"Pork fat? Liu Baipi? What is it?" The name sounds strange.

Lou Jing heard Yan Qinghe's doubts, and he patiently explained: "Pork fat is lard, and willow white skin is the outer layer of willow bark..."

Hearing lard, Yan Qing and the whole person were a little confused.

That ointment, made of lard and bark?

In other words, during this period of time, he was always thinking about what to paint, lard and bark?

Thinking of this, Yan Qinghe felt sick to his stomach, and his nausea continued to rise. Finally, he couldn't help it anymore, climbed out of bed in embarrassment, and rushed out of the thatched hut.

Soon, the sound of water came from outside the house.

"Brother?" The two children looked blank, they subconsciously wanted to follow out, but were stopped by Lou Jing.

Lou Jing: "It's cold outside, you guys are asleep, I'll go out and have a look."

After speaking, Lou Jing left the thatched cottage, and immediately saw Yan Qinghe squatting beside the water tank washing his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Lou Jing asked.

Hearing Lou Jing's voice, Yan Qinghe didn't bother to wash his face anymore, he turned his head and stared at Lou Jing angrily, "You asked me what's wrong? You asked me to put lard and tree bark on my face, and you treated me as a Wild boar bones, you still dare to ask me, how, what,!"

At the end of the sentence, Yan Qinghe's voice was a little gritted.

This person, who has only set bones for wild boars, has to set bones for himself... Is he a wild boar?

Also, he used lard and tree bark as medicine, and let himself smear his face——

As long as Yan Qinghe thinks about these days, he wipes lard and tree bark on his face twice every morning and evening on time every day, his whole stomach is not good, and he feels nauseated uncontrollably.

Thinking of this, Yan Qinghe couldn't help but rushed to the corner and retched.

Lou Jing frowned, staring at Yan Qinghe motionlessly.

After a long time, Yan Qinghe didn't vomit anymore, and Lou Jing explained sternly: "Pork fat and willow white skin are medicinal materials. This is a prescription prescribed by the doctor, and it is specially used to treat burns!"

"When I set your bones, I didn't treat you like a wild boar."

Regarding Lou Jing's explanation, Yan Qinghe's reaction was to give him a cold stare, and——

"Heh!" Yan Qinghe left a sound, and went into the room to sleep.

For several days in a row, Yan Qinghe didn't give Lou Jing a good look, and Lou Jing did whatever he was supposed to do, and he didn't seem to be affected in any way.

Just when Yan Qinghe was about to vent his anger on himself and was about to make peace with Lou Jing, rumors suddenly spread in the village, and it was still about Yan Qinghe.

"I heard people say that that boy Yan Qing wanted to work as a bookkeeper in the town, but was kicked out by the restaurant..."

"I've also heard people say that the restaurant doesn't want him, and he refused to leave with a stern face. In the end, the waiter kicked him out. He was still a rascal, and he was running around asking the waiter for money."

"He is illiterate and wants to be an accountant? It's ridiculous!"

"..."

He's playing a rogue, slapping around and looking for money from the waiter?

He is illiterate?

These insults made Yan Qing's hands tremble amicably, "You are talking nonsense!"

Yan Qinghe rushed up to explain, but when the villagers saw him coming, they scattered in all directions, and they couldn't stop them. Naturally, Yan Qinghe couldn't say a word of his explanation.

His eyes were red with anger, and he returned to the thatched cottage angrily, scooped up the water mixed with ice slag in the water tank, raised his head and drank two scoops, and his sanity returned.

Those people are full of nonsense!

He was obviously beaten, but he said that he was begging for money...

Yan Qinghe was so angry that tears kept falling, and she couldn't finish wiping them off.

He misses grandpa again, and misses home!

He really didn't want to stay in this crappy place at all. He drank porridge every day and was exposed to the cold, and was always in danger of starving and starving to death... He didn't say anything about it, the people here were not friendly or kind at all.

They almost burned him to death before, but now they spread rumors to slander him!

I want to go home! ! !

Thinking about it, Yan Qinghe couldn't stop crying again.

When Lou Jing came back with the two children, Yan Qinghe was already lying on the bed, "I'm a little tired and want to sleep, I won't eat today, you can eat by yourself."

When they heard that Yan Qinghe was going to sleep, the two children became quiet for a moment, worrying about disturbing their elder brother.

As for the building scene, he didn't say anything, and took the two children to cook.

After eating, the two children took a bath obediently, and moved to Yan Qinghe's side from left to right.

Yan Qinghe lay down all afternoon, the bed was very warm, the two children felt sleepy not long after lying down, and soon fell asleep.

In the air, there was only the sound of breathing, and Yan Qinghe stared at the dark roof with his eyes open, feeling that his life was the same as this, a dark place with no money to speak of.

He stayed awake like this until a grunt sounded in the silent room.

Yan Qinghe's calm face was broken in an instant, he gritted his teeth, covered his disappointing stomach with one hand, and couldn't help but resentfully said in his heart: Isn't it just that he didn't eat a meal, it's worth calling!

Yan Qinghe gritted his teeth, intending to endure it, but his stomach kept growling, and the sound became louder and louder.

The room was very quiet, and it seemed that his stomach was rumbling very loudly... Yan Qinghe thought to himself, if he continues to let things go like this, I'm afraid the two children and Lou Jing will be woken up.

That picture is embarrassing even thinking about it!

Yan Qinghe decided not to bear it anymore.

In the past two days, he has learned how to cook from Lou Jing, he can't do anything else, but he can still cook simple porridge.

Yan Qinghe got up lightly, passed the two children, got off the ground, and then went straight to the open-air stove outside the thatched hut.

As soon as he went out, a gust of cold wind hit his face, making him shiver.

It's cold...it's so cold!

Yan Qing and his teeth couldn't help but chatter. He resisted the coldness and fumbled for the things on the stove, and he didn't know what he touched——

With a clang, something was knocked over by him.

Yan Qinghe suddenly became flustered.

Inside the thatched hut, Lou Jing heard the chaotic voices outside, sighed silently, and got out of bed resignedly.

"Let me do it." He looked at Yan Qinghe who was at a loss in front of the stove, and said in a low voice.

Hearing Lou Jing's voice suddenly, Yan Qinghe threw away the rag in his hand in fright, "You, why did you come out?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out." Lou Jing said as he lifted the lid of the pot, and took out a tightly wrapped thing from inside.

Yan Qinghe watched him remove the cloth strips layer by layer, finally revealing a bowl—a bowl of porridge.

He widened his eyes in surprise, "This is..."

"It's still warm. You can bring it into the house and eat it. I'll clean it up here."

After speaking, Lou Jing began to tidy up the messy stove.

Yan Qinghe was carrying the porridge, but he still didn't enter the room in the end, the two children were asleep, and he was worried that he would wake them up.

"I'll eat here." As he spoke, he moved a small stool, sat on it, and drank the porridge in big mouthfuls. While drinking, he couldn't help asking Lou Jing: "Where is this porridge?" Did you leave it for me on purpose?"

"Overcooked, left over."

Yan Qinghe looked at Lou Jing who was lying, and couldn't help shaking his head, "You can only deceive a fool!"

Who cooks too much leftover porridge and wraps it tightly in something to keep it warm?

The author has something to say:

Yan Yan: Lou Xiaojing, you big fool, who would wrap the leftovers tightly to keep them warm?

Lou Xiaojing: ...you always attack, me!