Chapter 11433
Just when Yang Ruoqing felt empty, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
She turned around in surprise, and in her sight, she saw a tall girl in her twenties, carrying a heavy basket in her hand, and a blue skirt tied around her waist. Unlike other girls who had rings hanging around their waists, this girl had a Hanging is a short sword, bright and capable, striding towards the entrance of Luo Family Courtyard.
"Daughter? Why did you come back in time?"
Yang Ruoqing was overjoyed, all the emptiness was swept away in an instant, she smiled and hurried over to meet him.
"Mom, I'm coming back to visit my great grandfather." Luo Baobao said with a smile.
Then he deliberately dropped his smile and glared at Yang Ruoqing pretending to be unhappy: "Mom, what's going on between you and my dad? My uncle has been ill for so long and you haven't said a word to me. I'm still the same person today. Sister Yuhuan from our village heard about this!”
At that time, he heard that his uncle had been ill for half a month, and the family had invited many doctors to take turns to treat him. Baby Luo was so frightened that he quickly cleaned up and left the affairs in the camp to Aunt Hongxiu to take care of it. He was in a hurry Going down the mountain.
"Yuhuan?" Yang Ruoqing searched for the name in her mind and quickly found Yuhuan herself.
The woman was very similar in age to He'er Ju'er and the others. She was the daughter of a cousin of the old Yang family. Her full name was Yang Yuhuan.
Yang Yuhuan's mother is Huang. Yang Ruoqing calls her Aunt Huang. Aunt Huang is a good cook, quick at work, energetic, and has the ability to direct from the center.
People in Changping Village like to ask Aunt Huang to come over and take charge of any important matters.
Yang Yuhuan was Aunt Huang's daughter. She married in Changping Village when she came of age. The man was from the Chen family in Changping Village, and her husband was named Chen Jinbao.
"You are in the camp and your sister Yuhuan is in the village. How did you hear what she said?"
Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile, and at the same time reached out to take the basket brought back by Luo Baobao. The basket was also covered with a piece of blue printed cloth. You couldn't see what was inside, but it was really heavy and heavy.
"I was training the female soldiers in the camp. Sister Yuhuan and several other aunts and sisters-in-law from our village went into the mountains to collect firewood. They were thirsty and went to my camp to ask for water..."
Halfway through, Luo Baobao suddenly remembered something, changed the subject, and continued to glare at Yang Ruoqing: "Mom, don't try to change the subject. You haven't told me yet, why are you hiding the fact that my uncle is sick?"
Everyone in the village knew about it, but she, the granddaughter who was held in the palm of her hand and loved by her grandpa, was still kept in the dark. She didn’t know anything, let alone take care of grandpa and help him share his burden...
Yang Ruoqing knew that this girl was really annoyed that she and her father had concealed it. If it were her, she would probably not be happy either.
Yang Ruoqing held the basket in one hand and freed up her other hand to hold Luo Baobao's hand.
Fortunately, although this girl puffed out her cheeks, she did not move away from Yang Ruoqing's hand.
"It's not that your father and I deliberately hid it from you. In fact, in those days, we were all focused on taking care of your grandpa. We just wanted to stabilize his condition first and not let him suffer so much!"
"Your father-in-law, your mother-in-law, and other relatives and friends are all very worried about your grandpa. Everyone wanted to come over to visit, but we all stopped him!"
Luo Baobao followed Yang Ruoqing to the Luo family's yard, and his expression softened a bit, "Mom, I don't blame you and my dad. Things have priorities. I understand!"
"How is my great grandfather doing now? Are you feeling better? Are you hungry?"
"Other symptoms are getting better, but my voice is a little hoarse and I can't speak very fluently..."
Rong Gu heard the noise and came to the yard.
"The eldest lady is back?"
"Aunt Rong, is my uncle awake?" "Unfortunately, the old man took medicine half an hour ago and is still asleep."
Luo Baobao, who was originally excited and eager to rush to blacksmith Luo's house in the backyard, stopped when he heard this.
She thought for a moment, then turned to Yang Ruoqing and said, "Mom, I'll wait until grandpa wakes up before going to see him. Let's go to the main room. I still have many things to ask you."
Yang Ruoqing knew that her daughter was definitely going to ask about the specific details of Blacksmith Luo's condition, so she smiled happily and said, "Okay, let's go to the main room and sit for a while."
Aunt Rong saw the basket in Yang Ruoqing's hand and was about to come up to take it when Luo Baobao suddenly said: "Aunt Rong, don't worry, there are fragile things in there, let me sort them."
Luo Baobao took the basket from Aunt Rong again and quickly carried it to the main room.
Yang Ruoqing and Rong Gu were left looking at each other, their curiosity aroused. Yang Ruoqing said: "Let's go and take a look to see what fragile treasure is in the basket."
The two of them quickly followed into the main room and saw Luo Baobao placing the basket in the middle of the table and uncovering the blue floral cloth covering it.
"Mom, Aunt Rong, come and see what delicious food I have brought for my grandpa."
Luo Baobao blinked at Yang Ruoqing and Ronggu excitedly.
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The two of them also quickly came to the table and looked at the basket in Luo Baobao's hand.
As the blue floral cloth was uncovered, the basket was filled with a layer of colorful quail eggs.
"Aren't these quail eggs?" Ronggu's eyes lit up, "There are so many quail eggs, Miss, where did you get them?"
"Aunt Rong, call me Baobao, or Wuyou. Don't call me eldest lady, it's too awkward!" Luo Baobao winked at Aunt Rong's smile and smiled playfully. He was so kind and casual, so Aunt Rong felt Also showed a heartfelt smile.
"Hey, I forgot, Wuyou, you don't raise quails in your camp, do you? Why did you pick up so many quail eggs? These are good things!" Ronggu said again.
Yang Ruoqing stood aside and nodded secretly.
The quail eggs of this era are different from those of later generations.
In later generations, due to the development of breeding technology, quail eggs were sold in baskets in the market, both raw and cooked.
In supermarkets, quail eggs are also made into a variety of ready-to-eat snacks, including salt-baked, spicy, and various flavors.
But in this era, only a few rich, powerful and well-connected people can eat quail eggs regularly.
When Yang Ruoqing went to places in the town, diners all praised it, saying that one quail egg was as good as nine chicken eggs. For the sick and the elderly and young and healthy children, quail eggs were of great use, so the price of quail eggs was also high for those people. People blew up to the sky.
In fact, in Yang Ruoqing's view, the difference between quail eggs and eggs is nothing more than the difference in certain trace elements. In essence, there is no substantial difference between the two eggs.
But things are more valuable when they are rare. Because they are rare and difficult to obtain, quail eggs become even more precious.
Moreover, preserving quail eggs is laborious, costly and fragile.
This can also explain why Baby Luo was so cautious when carrying quail eggs with a cloth covering them.
"Daughter, where did you get so many quail eggs?" Yang Ruoqing, like Rong Gu, was very curious about where these eggs came from. After all, the camp did not raise quails. They couldn't have picked them up in the mountains, right?