Ye Qingyu complained in her heart, while cutting the skin with a sterilized knife, twisting her eyebrows, dripping the blood in the small bowl, seeing that it was almost over, she quickly pressed the wound and stopped the bleeding.

After the bleeding stopped, Ye Qingyu smeared some ointment on his wound again, and it was better faster.

Subsequently, Ye Qingyu used part of the blood to make medicine, and part of it was dripped on the reishi, angelica and turmeric she kept, so that the medicinal effect of these precious medicinal materials became better.

After a busy afternoon, when the sky darkened, Ye Qingyu finished the pills for her sister-in-law.

Ye Qingyu put the pill on the plate, then stretched and came out of the room.

went to the hall first, and when he saw that his grandfather was not at home, he knew that he must have gone to the back of the house, and they were with the three masters, discussing how to build a house for Brother Xu.

"Mother, you're already steaming steamed buns." Ye Qingyu walked to the kitchen and saw that her mother was busy making dough steamed buns, "It's so early." ”

"It's not early." Ye Qin said, "When the steaming is done, it will be dark, and your father and they should come back." ”

"I'm here to help, too." Ye Qingyu said, just rolled up her sleeves, thinking of the injury on her arm, she quickly slowed down her movements a little, to make sure that the small wound would not be exposed.

"The kitchen is too small, you can't sit down, you don't need your help to make noodles, you add water to the pot first, and then light the fire." Ye Qin said.

"Oh. Good. Ye Qingyu nodded, added water to the big iron pot, and then picked up some corn stalks and prepared to make a fire for a while.

Because the noodles have woken up, Ye Qin's group of steamed buns every day, and the movements are very skillful, and after a while, more than 30 steamed buns will be ready.

Then she placed them on the grate one by one, covered the pot, and said to Ye Qingyu, "Light the fire." ”

Ye Qingyu used a fire fold to light the flammable corn stalks, first lit the fire, and then carefully added fine firewood to it little by little.

Because the flame is small at the beginning, if you add coarse wood, the fire will not burn through, and the fire will be extinguished.

Ye Qingyu had never burned this kind of big iron pot in his previous life, so he couldn't burn the fire well at first, and he often extinguished the fire, and he was skilled for a long time before he finally mastered the trick.

Ye Qin's family went out to wash his hands, and when he came back, he asked Ye Qingyu to go out to pick vegetables and prepare the dishes to eat at night, and didn't let her sit in front of the stove to light the fire, but he still felt sorry for her and didn't let her do this kind of dirty work.

Ye Qingyu was helpless, she couldn't resist her mother, so she could only give her the work of burning the fire, and pick and chop vegetables by herself.

After a busy day, it was almost dark, and the vegetables and meat were ready, so they were almost fried, but her father and grandmother had not yet returned.

Ye Qingyu stood in the courtyard, couldn't help but look at the door from time to time, and suddenly understood the mood of every time his family waited for him to return late.

Worried and anxious.

"Pedal, pedal......"

There was the sound of horses' hooves outside, Ye Qingyu knew that it was Xu Jingnan who came back, and when he rode to the gate of the courtyard, Ye Qingyu immediately said with a smile,

"Brother Xu is back!"

“…… Well. Xu Jingnan nodded, got off the horse, and led the horse into the yard, his mood suddenly soared, and he felt a sense of happiness when he returned home.

Finally, there was a day when he returned, and someone would say hello that he was back, and it was good.

"Uncle Ye, they haven't come back yet." Xu Jingnan entered the yard and saw that there was no rhubarb in the thatched house, so he led the horse over and fed it some forage.