Chapter 11087
As for Yang Ruoqing, she quietly came out of the third room alone. She did not go to the Luo family, but to the old maple tree at the entrance of the village...
She Returning to the old maple tree again, she raised her head and looked at the old maple tree that had lost all its leaves in winter.
This old maple tree grows here, and it is said that it is older than the one in Changping Village.
I once heard the oldest person in the village recall that the old maple tree had looked like this when they were children, and they were also the oldest people in the village who were still alive at that time. What I heard from the elders was exactly the same as what they told future generations.
Therefore, the age of this tree is indeed a mystery.
However, if it is placed in modern times, modern tools and techniques can be used to infer the age of this tree.
Yang Ruoqing walked around the old maple tree several times, looking back and forth.
Finally, she was tired from walking, so she sat down on the twisted roots that cracked out of the soil at the base of the old maple tree.
The roots of this old maple tree looked like this when Yang Ruoqing first crossed over.
This root is as wide as a woodshed door, and it is twisted and twisted. If it were stretched, it would be almost three to four meters long.
It arches out from the ground, standing on the ground like a small bridge, surrounding the tree body.
So when it is in full bloom in summer, there are often many old men and women in the village sitting on the tree bridge under the tree, waving cattail fans and enjoying the cool air. Next to them are their grandchildren. The children lay beside the tree bridge and played house games.
The old man and the old lady talked about their daily routine, talking about very far away topics, and told about what happened in this village a long, long time ago.
At that time, they were just like the group of children around them. In the blink of an eye, after decades of spring and autumn, the old maple trees still stood tall in each annual ring, with luxuriant branches and leaves.
But as human beings, they are already stained with silver frost and their lives are dying.
Yang Ruoqing sat on the tree bridge under the old maple tree and sighed for a long time. During this process, she only heard laughter from time to time coming from the nearby yards.
Occasionally, the sound of firecrackers could be heard from the entrance of the village and from the courtyards of various houses in the village.
During this period, she raised her head several times to look at the old maple tree above her head. Not only did she not see the grandpa Jun'er mentioned, she also did not hear the old man's cough that she heard when she came here before.
However, the wind here was still very strong. The north wind blew from the surface of the pond and hit her face, causing pain. Yang Ruoqing tightened the scarf around her neck and stood up to go back.
Just as she stood up, she suddenly heard another cough.
She quickly raised her head, but there was nothing on the treetops above her head.
She looked around again and saw nothing strange.
Oh, by the way, if there is anything unusual, it is that a lame civet cat walked along the corner and entered the yard of a nearby family called Huansheng.
Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze and looked at the old maple tree above her head again, waiting for the next cough.
But no.
How strange!
The cough sounded so real, as if an old man who had been ill for a long time was coughing, but the sound seemed very distant.
It seems to be here, but also seems not to be here, strange.
"Qing'er? Is that Qing'er over there?" Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice calling her.
Turning around, I saw the old brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming, and Yang Huazhou coming out of the village and heading towards the entrance of the village.
They were accompanied by several familiar villagers in the village. Several villagers were carrying things in their hands. It seemed that they were visiting relatives and friends in the village at night to pay New Year's greetings, or were returning from New Year's greetings.
"Dad, it's me." Yang Ruoqing took a few steps toward them.
The villagers saw it was Yang Ruoqing and took the initiative to say hello to Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Ruoqing responded with a smile and asked casually: "Are you going to pay New Year greetings?"
One of them pointed to Huansheng's house not far away and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Yes, let's go to Huansheng's house." , Happy New Year to Huansheng’s father, and also to our uncle.”
Yang Ruoqing nodded, Changping Village is different from Lijia Village behind, Lijia Village is all surnamed Li, but Changping Village is different. There are all kinds of surnames.
Lao Yang's family does not have the same surname as the people in front of them, and they don't move much with each other. When they met in the village, they were just acquaintances.
But these people are related to the Huansheng family at the entrance of the village with the same surname. If I remember correctly, Huansheng's father should be the most senior member of their clan with the same surname.
Therefore, it is only natural that they go to pay New Year greetings to the eldest person in their clan on New Year's Eve.
The two parties simply said hello and left. Yang Huazhong asked Yang Ruoqing: "Why are you staying here alone? Isn't it cold?"
Yang Ruoqing was thinking about the reason. Yang Huaming actually rushed to say it for her The reason came up: "Then there's no need to ask. It must be because we haven't been here for a while, so come and look for us!"
"Isn't that right, Qing'er?"
"Well, yes , Fourth uncle still understands me, haha.”
Yang Huazhong nodded, "I had a little chat with your father earlier about your aunt and the others returning to town in the next year. Let's go back."
On the way back, Yang Ruoqing heard Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhong We were chatting there, talking about the villagers we met just now who went to Huansheng's house to pay New Year's greetings.
“Huansheng’s father doesn’t know what’s going on. I heard a few years ago that he was ill and couldn’t get out of bed.”
“Huansheng is a filial son and will not ignore his father. . I heard that he took his father to the county town for medical treatment a few years ago. It’s just that Wangsheng can’t do it here...”
“Wangsheng can’t say it can’t be done. It’s very handy for ordinary headaches and brain fever, but for difficult and complicated diseases, doctors from big medical clinics outside may need to be more attentive. OK.”
"The medicinal materials in big medical clinics outside are also more complete, which is not comparable to small places like ours..."
Yang Ruoqing listened to the chat between her father and several uncles and got a lot of information.
But Yang Ruoqing disagrees with the fact that there are few medicinal materials in a small place in the village.
It is true that the medicinal materials are much less than those in big medical clinics outside, especially many uncommon medicinal materials are not available. However, please note that in the Mianniu Mountain, which stretches for hundreds of miles, there are many mountains, both inside and outside the mountains. The areas that the villagers can get involved in, the areas that have traces of human activities, are actually less than two-tenths of the entire Mianniu Mountain!
Imagine it!
In the remaining eight-tenths of a mile, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. I don’t know what kind of exotic flowers and plants grow in the deep mountains and old forests. Many strange and weird medicinal materials absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, which is much better than outside!
It’s just that I don’t have the ability to go to such deep mountains and old forests to collect herbs. Yang Ruoqing’s herb collection team is a group of women. It would be great if they can wander around a few surrounding hills!
However, no matter what, Huansheng was able to send his father to the county town for treatment, which was pretty good.
It is equivalent to the fact that in later generations, when the old man and old lady in the countryside were sick, the son sent his parents to a large hospital in the provincial capital for treatment instead of taking them to the health center in the town for just a few injections...
While passing by the door of the third bedroom, Yang Huazhong invited Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou to sit at home.
Yang Huazhou declined: "Come back later, I'll go back first."