Farmhouse blessed wife is charming and beautiful

Chapter 127 127: I'm fine, don't cry

Hearing his gasp, Shen Qingcheng quickly stopped.

"I'm fine, Qingcheng, you can continue."

Jun Wulan gritted her teeth.

Shen Qingcheng was afraid of hurting him again, so she peeled off his underwear and bandages from the open wound bit by bit, but she didn't know that Jun Wulan would still be in pain for a longer time as she peeled off bit by bit, but Afraid that she would be worried, Jun Wulan forcibly held back without making a sound.

After peeling off the inner bandage, Shen Qingcheng could see clearly the extent of the wound.

A little bit of new flesh that had just grown was split, and it was a bloody mess.

Thinking of the way back, Jun Wulan didn't say a word, carrying the basket on his back calmly, holding Jun Yiluo with one hand, Shen Qingcheng felt distressed.

Her eyes were a little sore, and she raised her right hand subconsciously and gently stroked Jun Wulan's back.

Sensing Shen Qingcheng's touch, Jun Wulan's muscles tensed again, and he didn't hear Shen Qingcheng say anything for a long time, so he could only ask awkwardly: "Qingcheng, what's wrong?"

Shen Qingcheng blinked to hide her emotions.

"It's bloody and bloody again, the wound needs to be cleaned and re-applied with white grass root mud to bandage it."

Shen Qingcheng hid her emotions well, but her voice betrayed her when she spoke.

Listening to her voice slightly choked, Jun Wulan was so shocked that she even forgot the pain and cold, and turned around to grab Shen Qingcheng's hand.

"This injury is nothing to me. Don't cry."

Jun Wulan has never comforted a woman at such a young age, turned around and grabbed Shen Qingcheng's hand, only to realize that she was a little confused, and held back for a long time before telling Shen Qingcheng not to cry.

Shen Qingcheng was caught off guard by him, and her heart skipped a beat. After the two looked at each other in embarrassment, Shen Qingcheng remembered that Jun Wulan was still shirtless.

"Brother Jun, you stay in the main house first. Uncle Liang is at home today. There should be hot water in the kitchen. I'll fetch some hot water to wipe you off."

Shen Qingcheng pulled her hand out of Jun Wulan's big hand, and went out in a hurry.

Mo Liang held Jun Yi in front of the stove to warm up the fire. Hearing the sound of footsteps, the grandpa and grandson turned their heads to look at the door together.

Seeing that the person who came in was Shen Qingcheng, Jun Yiluo asked happily: "Mother, have you finished your work with Daddy? Grandpa Liang said that you and Daddy are busy in the house."

Mo Liang hurriedly reached out to cover the little girl's mouth, looked at Shen Qingcheng with a guilty face and smiled.

Shen Qingcheng blushed completely.

What kind of elder is this? He is disrespectful and dares to say anything to Luo'er.

"Father and mother are not busy anymore."

The child asked a question and adults couldn't ignore it, so Shen Qingcheng could only reply with an embarrassed face, and then asked Mo Liang with an embarrassed face: "Uncle Liang, is there any hot water in the pot? I wiped his body with a lot of sweat."

Mo Liang said: "Yes, there is half a pot of hot water in the cauldron. You all came back from the wind and snow and burned it for you to wash your face. How is Ah Lan?"

Fearing that Mo Liang and Jun Yiluo would be worried, Shen Qingcheng responded while fetching water from the washbasin: "It's not very serious if the wound is a little cracked."

Imperata root mud is still ready-made. Shen Qingcheng sandwiched half a basin of hot water between her waist and her right arm, and returned to the main house with half a bowl of Imperata rhizome mud in her left hand.

In winter, it gets dark earlier, and when Jun Wulan bandaged his wounds, the sky gradually darkened.

"Brother Jun, you are resting in this room now. I will go to the kitchen to cook. I will call you when the dinner is ready. This wound has been opened once, so you have to be careful."

Shen Qingcheng threw the blood-stained handkerchief into the basin and wrung it dry twice. While nagging Jun Wulan, she walked out with half a basin of blood-stained water.

Jun Wulan sat on the edge of the bed, watching her leave, with the corners of her mouth raised, and obediently lay down on the side of the bed.

Shen Qingcheng put down the washbasin and went to the main room to catch the old hen.

Seeing her walking into the kitchen carrying an old hen, Mo Liang put Jun Yiluo on the ponytail, got up and went to meet her.

"I'll kill the chicken."

Killing chickens and ducks was easy for Shen Qingcheng, but being so cared by Mo Liang, Shen Qingcheng was very happy, thinking that she would be an introduction to old faces tonight, so she handed the old hen in her hand to Mo Liang.

Cook dinner first, and after dinner, help Luo'er cook chicken soup and make old noodles.

Shen Qingcheng made some arrangements in her heart. Before going to the stove, heat up two iron pots. One pot boiled water to pluck chicken feathers, leaving two scoops of boiled rice to cook rice, and the other pot stewed bone and radish soup.

I bought quite a lot of white radishes today, and Shen Qingcheng picked two big white radishes and washed them together with the smallest Chinese cabbage.

As soon as the bone soup in the pot boiled, she threw the cubed white radish into the pot to stew together with the bones.

Mo Liang squatted beside the earthen stove, plucking chicken feathers, smelling the aroma of bone soup and rice soup, and couldn't help stretching his neck to look at the stove.

Seeing that Shen Qingcheng cooked so much white rice, Mo Liang felt angina pectoris at the same time as he wanted to eat it.

"Qingcheng, shall we have dry rice tonight?"

Shen Qingcheng knew that Mo Liang felt sorry for the rice, and seeing Mo Liang's heartbroken expression, she stirred the rice in the pot with a spatula, and replied amusedly: "Uncle Liang, you don't have to worry about choking on dry rice, The radish bone soup I stewed tonight is a great meal."

"I can swallow the cakes steamed with coarse corn noodles, and I can still choke on the rice. No matter, both of you have injuries, and Xiao Luo is also sick. If you want to eat something good, eat it. If you buy something, just eat it." for people to eat."

Mo Liang looked away from the stove, lowered his head and continued to pluck chicken feathers.

Shen Qingcheng saw him seriously plucking chicken feathers with a smile on his lips.

This uncle likes to hoard food so much, it is not easy to understand.

Seeing that Mo Liang threw the plucked chicken feathers into the dustpan that held the garbage, Shen Qingcheng hurriedly said, "Uncle Liang, find a clean wooden basin or a dustpan to put the chicken feathers in."

Mo Liang thought she was going to use chicken feathers to make a feather duster.

"This old hen's feathers are too short to make a feather duster."

Shen Qingcheng does not want to make a feather duster, but wants to use these chicken feathers to try to make shoes. The feathers of poultry and animal fur are the most warm things. If these chicken feathers are dried, pick some fine fluff and stuff them into cotton shoes Inside the upper, it should be very warm to wear.

"I don't make feather dusters. I just think that chicken feathers are as warm as cotton. Maybe I wash these chicken feathers and dry them. I pick out some fine fluff and sew them into the uppers of cotton shoes to keep warm on my feet."

After Shen Qingcheng finished speaking, Mo Liang thought for a while and felt that this method was feasible.

"You girl has so many ideas."

Mo Liang is a person who cherishes things, so he got up quickly and went to the main room to get a clean dustpan, and threw the plucked chicken feathers into the clean dustpan.

After dinner, Mo Liang cleaned up the dishes, while Shen Qingcheng cleaned up the chicken intestines at the table with a chopstick.

(End of this chapter)