Old stonemason's house.

Yang Ruoqing and the old stonemason talked about the project and salary, and the old stonemason and his wife were very grateful.

"It's going to be a difficult time, and there are no crops in the fields, so I'm worried about where to go to make a living."

"It's a coincidence that you're here, this is really a good thing in the snow, I'll pack it up and leave for your Changping Village early tomorrow morning!" The old stonemason said.

Yang Ruoqing also smiled.

All the flower beds in the new house of the family are carved and polished with the stones used for decoration......

After these errands were done in one go, the old stonemason received enough wages to cover the harvest of the season.

For this old stonemason with four walls, it is indeed a charcoal in the snow.

"Then the matter is decided, uncle, let's see you tomorrow, let's go first."

Yang Ruoqing stood up.

but was stopped by the old stonemason.

"It's all ordered, so I have to eat lunch at my house before leaving!" The old stonemason said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and declined his kindness.

But the old stonemason shouted at the stove and called his mother-in-law over.

The woman wore an apron around her waist, and she also kept it sincerely.

"You sent such a good thing to my old man to do, you can afford us."

"This meal, no matter what, you have to stay and eat, I will make cakes, and soon, after eating, I have the strength to leave."

The old woman turned and went into the stove room.

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing glanced at each other, but they smiled and thanked the old stonemason for his kindness, and sat down again.

Because the old stonemason knew the blacksmith Luo, this errand was also recommended by the blacksmith Luo.

The old stonemason then talked to Luo Fengtang, and everyone was from the area of Mianniu Mountain.

There are a lot of topics to talk about.

Talking about floods, talking about plagues......

"There was also a plague in our area, and several people died. Later, an official sent a medicine called 'antibacterial Ruyi soup', which saved everyone's lives! ”

The old stonemason said, "Hey, the person who made that medicine is really a living bodhisattva." ”

Luo Fengtang smiled when he heard this.

"Uncle, the living Bodhisattva you said is right in front of you!"

"Huh?" The old stonemason was stunned.

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing: "That 'antibacterial Ruyi soup' was made up by Qing'er. ”

"First I saved the villagers in that area of Yujia Village, and then reported it, and the people above boiled it according to the prescription and sent it to all the villages below that were infected with the plague."

The old stonemason looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise and stood up from the stool.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him, only to see the corners of the old man's lips trembling slightly, and his face was excited.

Just when she thought he was going to say something grateful, admiring, or complimentary.

The old man turned around and ran towards the stove room behind the house, shouting as he ran: "Old woman, the pancakes are cooked, the rice is cooked, I will kill the chickens, and the live Bodhisattva will come to the house!" ”

In the hall, Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

This reaction is also too big, right?

"Why are you talking about this?" She snorted at Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang grinned: "It was originally the medicine you made up, why can't you say it?" ”

"Hey, can't I just be a quiet beauty? Low-key is king! She said.

Luo Fengtang stretched out a finger and gently scraped her nose: "We are not high-profile, but what you do can't be hidden." ”

Half an hour later......

The low hall of the old stonemason's house was crowded with villagers, and they were scrambling to follow Yang Ruoqing.

"Miss Yang, my man is only good by drinking the medicine you made......"

"My dad too!"

"Miss Yang is the great benefactor of our village, a living bodhisattva......"

Yang Ruoqing really didn't expect everyone to be so enthusiastic.

Soon, the old stonemason's lunch was on the table.

Mu Zichuan also came back after dealing with things.

The villagers dispersed, and the old stonemason beckoned Yang Ruoqing and the three to sit down.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the dish in front of her, and in the middle was a bowl of braised chicken, with a bowl of fried cucumbers and a bowl of sauerkraut on the side.

"When there was a flood, the chickens and ducks drowned, so this one was left."

The woman explained embarrassedly: "There is no rice to feed it, and it is so thin, if it were changed to the past, it would be able to burn three bowls." ”

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing showed some emotion.

The old stonemason said: "Coarse tea and light rice, don't dislike it, there is no wine at home, let's just eat like this, come on!" ”

He greeted Luo Fengtang and Mu Zichuan.

They both laughed and raised their chopsticks.

"Miss Yang, you eat, eat chicken!" The old stonemason beckoned again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, and first picked a small bite of rice into her mouth.

On the surface, the rice is a bit yellowish, not as good as the white rice she has been eating.

When I put a chopstick in my mouth, I bit a few grains of sand at that time.

If she hadn't reacted quickly, this porcelain-white little tooth would have been trimmed!

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly wrapped the sand with a handkerchief, and picked up the tea on the side to rinse her mouth.

Here, the old stonemason saw it, and his face was a little not good.

He quickly pulled the rice chop in his bowl a few times, and when he saw the sand in it, he was annoyed.

"I've burned all my life, why don't you know how to wash rice?"

"Look at this meal, it's all sand, how can you eat it?"

The old stonemason was there reprimanding the woman.

The woman was also embarrassed, but more aggrieved.

"It's not that I don't wash rice, it's just that there is too much sand in that rice, and I can't pick it clean!" She said.

"It's impossible, that rice is the relief food sent out yesterday!" The old stonemason said.

The woman looked aggrieved: "I take care of the stove room, I said it, you don't believe it, I'll go and bring it to you by myself." ”

Soon, the woman came with half a bag of rice.

"Well, see for yourself." She said.

The old stonemason dragged the rice bag and looked at it, "Ah, why is this happening?" ”

On the side of the table, Yang Ruoqing and the three of them were also surprised.

As one of the disaster relief officials, Mu Zichuan was very sensitive to this, and he quickly put down the chopsticks in his hand and ran over.

Leaning over there, he examined the rice in the bag.

"It's impossible, the relief food in my hands is really clean rice."

"Why is this what the relief food here looks like? We're the same batch! ”

Mu Zichuan muttered, his brows furrowed together in confusion,

"Zichuan, who sent this piece of disaster relief food?"

Yang Ruoqing also got up and came over, checked the obviously unqualified rice, and asked.

Mu Zichuan said: "The distribution of disaster relief food in this area is the responsibility of the officials arranged by Lord Xu. ”

Yang Ruoqing said: "The quality of this rice is obviously not the kind of grain received in our village, the color is yellow, and it is obviously the grain stored in the next year. ”

"Not only was the relief grain replaced, but they also mixed a lot of sand into the old grain to make up the number."