Chapter 231: A Little Matter in the Republic of China 27

"Hmm. Young Qingqing retracted his gaze and followed Wu Qingsong to the hotel.

After settling down, Wu Qingsong went out to inquire about the news, while Young Qingqing took a bath and washed his hair in the hotel to clean up his body;

An hour later, Wu Qingsong came back with a relaxed face, and Young Qingqing also cleaned himself up.

"Qingqing, I have already inquired, there is a boat to Yan'an near the river, and there is a boat development in the evening, we will take a boat to go there, and we will spend about three days on the river. ”

Young Qing nodded, "Then you have to prepare to eat and drink." ”

"Well, I've asked the people here at the hotel to prepare, prepare more buns and pancakes, and the side dishes are only pickles and pickled diced radish; Wu Qingsong felt guilty.

Now it's a mess everywhere, that's how it is when you go out, and the living conditions have plummeted.

"Godfather, don't say that, when you go out, you can compare it with when you're at home, we're good at this, I don't know what happened to Shen Yuan. ”

Wu Qingsong wanted to speak and stopped several times, but finally did not speak; Linjiang had already started a war, and the city had been broken a few days ago, but I don't know if the young master came out safely.

When the Yun family learned about Linjiang's affairs, they naturally also learned about Li Shenyuan's affairs; when they received the news of Li Shenyuan's death, the sadness of the Yun family's head passed for two days, but the heirs of the Yun family were happy and sent a banquet to celebrate.

Yun Shenyuan's concubine actually pressed on their heads, and they could sit in a high position without relying on their family connections, doesn't that mean that their descendants are not as good as concubines! They didn't dare to say blatantly before, but now they don't care so much, people are dead, and no one is pressing on their heads anymore.

Crossing the river, it was dark at this time.

Wu Qingsong saluted, escorted Nian Qingqing to the ferry, sat at the head of the ferry, Nian Qingqing was uncomfortable, and his heart was full of nausea; as soon as the ferry opened, the feeling of nausea became more and more obvious, and after holding on for a while, the ferry had already left the ferry, and Nian Qingqing couldn't hold back, and vomited.

"Qingqing, boatman, boatman, turn back. ”

"No, you can't turn around when you get out of the ferry, otherwise you will be hit by someone else's boat, and at night, it's inconvenient to walk." "The boatman is not stupid, he has to go back with two fewer guests, and if he goes back, he will definitely collide with the people who cooperate with the ferryman, who have pulled eight people this time, and the others do not agree.

They all went to Yan'an, and some people were in a hurry, how could they waste time on a seasick person.

"Old man, your girl is afraid of seasickness, it's okay, just hold on. ”

Young Qing waved his hand, "Godfather, don't be nervous, I'm fine, just stick to it; ”

"Yes, yes, yes, bought oranges. ”

Wu Qingsong opened the baggage placed on the top of the box, which was full of food and drink, and naturally there were fruits; the road was hard, and if he could live a little better, he would naturally buy some good ones for the young man.

Wu Qingsong peeled the citrus and gave it to her, "Qingqing, eat it slowly, and put it in your mouth to taste it." ”

"Good. Nian Qingqing ate an orange, his stomach was more comfortable, and he was a little hungry; he wanted to endure it, but he didn't expect that his stomach was not angry, and his hungry saliva was coming out, "Godfather, I'm hungry." ”

"There's hot meat buns here, hurry up and eat them. Wu Qingsong waited.

Young Qing took the meat bun and took a bite, and the smell of oil in it spread all over his body.

"Vomit ......."

Wu Qingsong was worried, "Qingqing, are you sick?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just disgusting, forget it, the meat buns can't be eaten. Young Qing resigned himself to his fate, "It's a pity, I can't eat it after taking a bite." ”

Wu Qingsong took the meat bun, tore off a layer of the place where she had bitten and threw it into the river, and ate it into his stomach in three or two, "Qingqing, do you want oranges?"

Young Qingqing shook his head, "I can't eat meat buns, and I'm afraid pancakes can't do it; ”

"Done. ”

Wu Qingsong took a jar of pickles to her.

Young Qingqing opened it and tasted it, and suddenly his appetite was full and he didn't vomit; Wu Qingsong breathed a sigh of relief, but he was also a little puzzled, seasickness didn't make him faint to the point of vomiting when he ate meat, right?

After filling his stomach, the young man fell asleep with the big padded jacket he took out.

The other six people who put it on also fell asleep.

Wu Qingsong didn't dare to fall asleep, leaned on the side of the boat and slept lightly, and opened his eyes when the sky was slightly bright.

The next two days were the same, but the young man vomited miserably, as long as there was no sauerkraut and oranges, he vomited, and he couldn't eat anything.

Arriving at a ferry port in Yan'an, eight people got off the boat at the same time, and an eldest lady glanced at Young Qingqing several times and talked to Wu Qingsong, "Uncle, is your girl married?"

This time, for convenience, the young man only tied his big braids at random, and did not comb the woman's hair.

Wu Qingsong nodded, "I'm married!" ”

"That's it, your girl may be pregnant. The eldest lady no longer looked at the young man with strange eyes, and left after speaking.

Young Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "Could it be that the strange eyes of everyone on the boat think that I am pregnant before marriage?"

Wu Qingsong was shocked by this sudden speculation, and then heard Young Qingqing muttering to himself, and suddenly woke up, "Less....... Qingqing ......"

"Godfather, let's go and settle down first. ”

"Okay, be careful, don't fall. ”

Wu Qingsong was nervous all the way out of the ferry, and he had been taking care of her, for fear that she would bump into her.

After staying at the inn in the town, Wu Qingsong asked worriedly: "Young grandmother, are you okay?"

"No, getting off the boat feels like I'm down-to-earth, and it's not disgusting anymore. ”

Wu Qingsong was a little relieved, "I'll ask a doctor to show the young grandmother, you are a double body now, you can't be careless." ”

Young Qing thought it was okay, "Then you go, remember to stop calling me a young grandmother, I'm not a young grandmother now, just a refugee, don't let people hear." ”

"I said the wrong thing, Qingqing will rest for a while, and I will go to the doctor. ”

"Okay, godfather, slow down. "Wu Qingsong is not young anymore, and he can live in other people's homes at this time.

Wu Qingsong went downstairs briskly to inquire with the children in the store, and knew that there was a doctor not far from the inn, so he personally went to invite someone over; the doctor was also very old, and his beard was white and long, and he looked kind.

The doctor personally checked the pulse of the young man, and then smiled, "Congratulations, this lady is pregnant, I'm afraid it's been more than two months; ”