Chapter 68 Jinjiang First Release Chapter 68 The King of Heaven is Coming Tonight...

Yu Qinglong looked at Bai Wanqiu's belly as if it was a treasure he had longed for but could not buy, which made his second brother and Bai Wanqiu a little confused.

Yu Qingye asked, "Why are you here, little brother?"

Since the heavy rain, my parents moved to Xiaxi Village, and I started selling pen holders again. It has been some time since I came to Dr. Mo's house early to learn medicine.

"I brought some more wood and inkstone bases. Seeing you weren't here, I asked the neighbor lady. She told me you were here," Yu Qinglong said. "Congratulations, second brother and little brother."

"Thank you, Long Ge'er." Bai Wanqiu said with a mixture of joy and shyness. "Shall we go back now?"

"Then I'll listen to Master." Yu Qinglong bowed to Doctor Mo, "I'm sorry, Master, I haven't come to visit you recently."

Yu Qinglong thought about it and felt a bit sorry for his master. He had promised so many times before that he would study medicine seriously, but after he started writing storybooks and selling pen holders, he devoted less and less time to studying medicine. He really felt ashamed of his master's kindness.

Doctor Mo showed no sign of displeasure. He gestured for them to sit down and talk, then continued, "I heard from your second brother that you were busy selling wood pieces."

Yu Qinglong said, "That's true. The rain this time destroyed my father's house, and my parents-in-law's house also suffered a lot of losses. I thought if I could make some money quickly, life would be better."

He couldn't tell so many people that he wanted to get money for his father to build a new house as soon as possible next year, but he did have this plan. Otherwise, it would be up to his father and his family to figure it out on their own, and it would be hard to say when it would be built next year, let alone the year after.

Now we have two more little lives to add to the family. My eldest sister-in-law is fine, as she has enough milk to feed the babies. But my brothers can't do that themselves, so they have to hire a wet nurse or get milk. That costs a lot of money!

In fact, most families are not willing to marry their sons, and this is partly due to this reason.

Doctor Mo said, "Making sure the patient stays alive is the most important thing. Winter is almost here, and we need to find a way to get through it. Just focus on your own work. Studying medicine is a lifelong endeavor. If you're truly committed, you can always continue. It's not a big deal to waste a little time."

Yu Qinglong said, "Thank you, Master. I have memorized everything you asked me to. I will study harder after this busy period is over."

Doctor Mo held out his hand: "Come here, let me feel your pulse. Haven't you been getting enough sleep lately?"

It would be strange if I could get enough sleep if I get up early and go to bed late every day. Yu Qinglong said as he stretched out his hand, "It's a little less. I thought since winter is here, I can rest more, so I haven't slept much lately."

"How can that be? Long-term sleep deprivation will affect your vital energy, and once your vital energy is depleted, it's difficult to replenish." Doctor Mo took the patient's pulse and said after a moment, "Don't sleep too late at night. Autumn is a season of restraint, so don't be too impatient."

"Okay, Master. I'll listen to you."

"Okay, take these copies of the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine with you. Read them when you have time. As for the Qingye family's, just eat and don't overwork yourself. Everything else is fine."

"Thank you very much, old man."

Yu Qingye left the consultation fee, but Doctor Mo confiscated it: "My family is in urgent need of money, so I'll let you go this time. Go and get busy if you have nothing else to do."

Yu Qinglong asked why Liang Mo was not at home, and Dr. Mo said that the family of three went out to pick mushrooms.

When Yu Qinglong heard this, he also wanted to go, but he had too many things to do right now, and there were people at home waiting for him to go back and teach them how to make the bag perfectly, so he had to give up.

The two couples walked to the Bai family's house. Bai Wanqiu's parents and brothers were not at home. Yu Qinglong told Yu Qingye about the requirements for making the pen holder this time. He also showed Yu Qingye two new drawings, also about pen holders: "Second brother, take a look, can you make this?"

The previous one was an open-top one, with the lid serving as both a lid and an inkstone. Of the two designs released this time, one retains the same look as the previous version, but with a new slot for a small porcelain bottle.

There's another version. This one opens sideways, and its design is even bolder than the first. The two halves can be closed or separated. When closed, it's a pen holder, and when separated, it can be used as a paperweight.

And this latest version can be placed horizontally or vertically.

This was a relatively high-end version, and Yu Qinglong had no plans to make it immediately. After all, market demand was limited. There weren't as many students here as in modern times, and their purchasing power was significantly lower. Even in a county town, one couldn't invest too much in a single product.

Stationery is not food that needs to be eaten every day.

Yu Qingye read it carefully and said, "It can be done. It's just a bit more troublesome than the previous one."

The first style, to put it simply, involved hollowing out and polishing, which took time and wasn't technically difficult. But this latest style was different. The two sides needed to fit together perfectly and lock in place, which was significantly more challenging than before.

Yu Qinglong said, "As long as it can be done. We need better wood for this kind of thing, so second brother, please think about what kind of wood would be best and help me find out the price. There's no rush. I drew it first because I'm considering the long term. Second brother, just take a look at it first. And remember to keep the drawing away and don't let anyone else see it."

Yu Qingye naturally understood.

If something is too easy to make, others will easily rush in and make it first if they see it. But often, small businesses like these are just about making a quick buck. Having something that others don't have is truly precious.

"Don't worry, second brother knows what to do." He finally saw the return of money, he would definitely be careful.

"Then Shoucheng and I will go back first. Oh, by the way, keep this." Yu Qinglong gave Bai Wanqiu another fifty coins, "This is for my nephew or niece. Buy whatever you want to eat, little brother."

"That won't do. You've helped us so much." Bai Wanqiu was embarrassed to accept it.

"I said it's for the child, for good luck."

"Well, thank you, Brother Long." Bai Wanqiu finally accepted it and gave Yu Qinglong five bone thimbles he had made himself. "I made these from pig bones. I made them when Brother Ye was working on woodwork. My grandfather taught me. I think they're very useful and can protect my fingers when I sew, so I made a few for you too."

"Great, I could use it, thank you, little brother."

Yu Qinglong put it away and asked Fang Shu on the way back to Xiaxi Village: "Shoucheng, how long have your parents been married since you were born?"

"It took my mother three whole years to get pregnant with me."

“…What did you say?!” So ​​long!

How much pressure is there to wait three years to get pregnant these days? After all, there's not much entertainment at night, and most of the nights are spent on sex. Plus, most people in the countryside are physically strong, so frequent sex is easy to get pregnant.

"Really. Mother eventually accepted her fate and wanted to find a concubine for Father. But Father said he was still young and there was no rush. If it took another ten years before she still had one, we could talk about it then. Then, three years later, Mother became pregnant with me. I heard from Father that Grandpa was also conceived with great difficulty by Great-Grandma. Great-Grandma gave birth to four children, but only Grandpa was kept."

“…” No, your family really doesn’t have some kind of hereditary oligospermia or something like that?

His little peach...

Fang Shu said, "So, Long'er, don't worry. Even if you don't get pregnant this year, mother won't say anything."

She was just a little anxious, but she would not blame them. After all, she herself had experienced hardships.

Yu Qinglong thought to himself that you got it wrong.

Now I want it myself.

Although he wasn't entirely unconcerned about the risks of childbirth, he truly thought children were adorable. They were like little suns, and having one in the house would surely significantly increase the warmth.

In three months, it would be deep winter, and cats would spend more time in bed. He and Fang Shu could try to have a child. That way, even if they got one soon, he could go with Fang Shu when he went to take the exam, and he would probably be able to earn a lot more money by then.

The two left home early and returned to Xiaxixi Village at noon.

Fang Dingman was out in the fields. Fang Wu and her eldest brother and his wife had just finished their meal.

Fang Wu said, "I asked your father and Zheng Ge'er to stay for dinner, but they refused to stay no matter what I said."

Yu Qinglong knew that Fang Wu was a straightforward person and would not lie to him about such a small matter, so he said, "It's okay, mother. Otherwise, my father would have to eat when he gets home. My father is a shy person, and he would be embarrassed to let him eat here."

Fang Wu said, "The Double Ninth Festival is coming soon. Why don't you ask your father and the others to come here to celebrate? They can invite your second brother and your youngest brother, and also invite your brother Fang Shan and his family. We can celebrate together and make up for the lack of Mid-Autumn Festival."

Yu Qinglong thought it was a good idea and agreed.

He had lunch with Fang Shu, and then they went their separate ways. He went to the main room to continue making cloth bags, while Fang Shu studied in the study.

In the afternoon, Dad and Li Zheng returned to continue making dumplings. Yu Qinglong placed the thimbles in a small basket for everyone to use as needed.

He even used very simple lines to draw the steps of making the backpack. However, after finishing the drawing, he gradually realized that it was not really necessary.

The people present knew their needlework as well as he had memorized laws and regulations in his previous life. They didn't need any guidance from him at all; he only needed a few pointers on the key points, and then they could all do it themselves, and each of them was a skilled worker.

How good were they? It was obvious when they were halfway done that the quality of the bags in everyone's hands was much better than the one he made for Fang Shu.

Perhaps because they have long faced resource scarcity, they are extra focused and attentive when doing these things. It's a habit ingrained in them.

They will even quickly come up with more efficient solutions to the current problem.

His father suggested that the bottom of the hemp rope liner bag could be woven on a loom, which would be faster, while his mother-in-law suggested a different method for weaving the four sides. For example, they could turn a four-legged stool upside down, place the bag bottom on the stool's bottom, and flatten it diagonally. Then, they could stand the hemp ropes extending from the bottom upright and fix them to the top, then use a weft thread to interlace them in circles. This method would be much faster than weaving by hand.

"It's just that there's no place to tie it upwards." Fang Wu said depressedly, "How about wrapping a hemp rope around it and tying it to the rope and try?"

"That way there will definitely be height differences. Why not just use a few square wooden strips to nail them together and make a fixed one? That way the size will be the same." Yu Qinglong said, "You guys have so many good ideas."

"Not as much as you do." Fang Wu said with a smile, "It's not that I'm afraid of missing the deadline. There are only five days left."

"Then you guys start weaving. I'll go look for suitable wood and make a small 'stool' with four beams."

It just so happened that the young man had ordered four school bags at Dexin Bookstore. The hemp rope bags in the hands of these four people were almost finished. The new method could no longer be used on these four, but he could start a new one.

Yu Qinglong looked in the bag used to store wood for Fang Shu and found that there were some usable ones.

Most of it was wood he brought from home, which his second brother had carried back. He had originally brought it with him to make some wooden toys for Fang Shu, but he had been too busy to do anything, so now it could be put to use.

There were hammers and nails at home, which were bought by the scholar who was addicted to handicrafts for himself, but he didn't actually use many of them.

After Yu Qinglong had calculated it, he started to bang away at it, and soon he had made a very simple stool with four beams and four legs.

This thing is actually a rectangular block with a single-sided bottom and hollowed-out other parts.

He happened to have a hemp rope liner with only the bottom braided in his hand - also made for the new experiment. He placed this thing on the bottom of the stool and then tied the warp threads to the beam one by one.

Then he used a weft to interweave the warps, which was so quick and convenient!

"Let's do this next time," Yu Qinglong said. "Those who use this little 'stool' can weave the inner bag with hemp rope, and those who don't can make the outer bag with cloth first. This way, there won't be any conflicts, and it will speed things up."

"That's a good idea," said the eldest sister-in-law. "It saves time and is quicker."

"I was worried that I wouldn't be able to finish so many in eight days, but now I'm sure I'll be done," Li Zheng said, gently patting Yan Pan, who was sleeping next to him. The child slept in a small cradle, which was said to have been used by Fang Shu when he was a child.

Yan Pan can already crawl, so it's not safe to put him on the bed when he's awake, but it's very convenient to put him on the bed when he's asleep.

This thing fell to the ground. When Yu Qinglong saw the cradle rocking, something flashed through his mind.

But he didn't say anything and continued to weave the hemp rope bag.

When the sun went down that afternoon, they had finished making all the hemp rope liner bags they had started, including the one Yu Qinglong made last, which meant there were five bags in total.

The group agreed to make the cloth-wrapped skin the next day and then dispersed.

After dinner, Fang Wu called Yu Qinglong into the house and gave him two hundred coins.

She told Yu Qinglong, "This money was given to me by your eldest sister-in-law today. She said that since we are eating here, we should pay for the food. If you don't accept it, she said that it will be difficult for her and your mother to live here anymore, and you can't refuse. But how can I accept this money? They are in a difficult time. So you should take the money and return it to them when they leave."

Yu Qinglong refused to accept it: "Mother, my sister-in-law gave it to you, so just keep it. I will give it to you when I make money in the future."

Fang Wu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Why do I need you to give me money? Just live a good life with Shu'er and I will be content."

Yu Qinglong said, "That's different. He is filial to you, and I am filial to you too."

Fang Shu treats his father well, so he will naturally treat his mother-in-law well. Love is mutual.

Fang Wu was happy to hear his sweet words.

I have a son at home, but he doesn't know how to say nice things to please his mother. I thought my husband had a manly temperament, but now it seems that he is not like a man.

Fang Wu smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll wait for you to be filial to me. And I'll keep this money for now, and I'll buy more delicious food for your sister-in-law when I get back."

Yu Qinglong readily agreed and went to find Fang Shu.

After putting the money away, Fang Wu went to the kitchen.

There is still firewood burning under the kitchen stove.

Today we're not burning twigs or soybean stalks, but real, coarsely chopped wood. This kind of wood burns long and is best used for slow cooking.

She has treasure in the pot!

Lift the lid of the pot and see that the soup inside is bubbling.

This lasted for an hour. There was a big old hen inside.

Fang Wu first poured out two large bowls, adding most of the chicken. She then added some noodles to the remaining soup, cooked it, and poured it out into two bowls. Then she poured a little medicinal powder into one of the bowls and stirred it with chopsticks.

Fang Shu and Yu Qinglong were sitting face to face writing a short storybook when they suddenly heard a knock on the door. Fang Shu got up and went to open it.

Fang Wu said, "Shu'er, come with me to the kitchen and help me bring some food over."

Fang Shu followed without saying a word.

When I went to the kitchen, I saw two bowls of dumpling soup made with chicken broth, which had a strong flavor.

Fang Wu pointed at one of the bowls and said, "Mother has noticed that you and Long'er have been staying up late lately, so I stewed an old hen. I scooped out most of the hen, thinking I'd have it tomorrow morning, and used the rest to make some dumpling soup for you. Coincidentally, I was just thinking of adding some cinnamon powder, but I accidentally poured too much. This bowl has a strong flavor, and it would be a waste to throw it away, so mother thought, why don't you eat it first? I don't have to take it all over, and Long'er would see him and fight for it. You eat this, and I can save the lighter bowl for Long'er."

Fang Shu thought about it and realized that if he brought both bowls over, Yu Qinglong would definitely not eat the good one and leave the bad one for him. At most, he would share it with him half and half. So he agreed readily.

He finished the bowl of lukewarm dumpling soup in two or three gulps. He wiped his mouth and picked up the remaining bowl: "Thank you, mother. I'll take it away."

Fang Wu said, "Go ahead."

When Yu Qinglong saw the dumpling soup, he couldn't help swallowing.

Mental activities also consume energy, and he was really a little hungry again.

"and yours?"

"I ate in the kitchen first." Fang Shu said, "This bowl is for you."

"Did you really eat it?"

"Lying to you is like a puppy."

"Okay, I'll eat it then." Yu Qinglong took the bowl and smelled it. "It smells so good."

The temperature was just right, not too hot. Yu Qinglong gulped down the liquid, set the bowl aside, and continued writing.

Fang Shu simply sent the bowl back to the kitchen. As a result, after going back and forth like this, he felt sweaty and very hot.

After entering the room, he couldn't help but tug at his collar: "Long Ge'er, do you feel hot?"

Yu Qinglong said, "Yes, a little. I just had some hot food, so it's normal to feel a little hot. Are you feeling hot?"

Fang Shu said, "A little bit."

But he felt that his husband was right, maybe it was better to eat it hot.

He didn't think much of it.

However, the more I copied, the more I felt something was wrong.

He was not only hot, but also felt very restless all over. It just so happened that today his husband wrote... Gu Huai'en accidentally saw Mo Lanzhou changing clothes.

Gu Xiucai wanted to find out the truth, so he stayed at the Mo family at night on the pretext of something.

As a result, before the truth was revealed, Mo Lanzhou was seen taking a shower!

Mo Lanzhou's figure at night was noticeably different from that during the day. His height remained about the same, but his back profile seemed strangely more refined.

Do not look at anything inappropriate!

Gu Xiucai told himself not to look, not to think, but his eyes refused to obey, as if glued to that back.

At this moment, Mo Lanzhou stood up completely. Gu Xiucai vaguely saw Mo Lanzhou's round buttocks and the gap between them...

Fang Shu pulled the collar hard.

"Defending the city?" Yu Qinglong gave him a puzzled look. "What's wrong with you? Are you still hot?"

"Hmm." Fang Shu held up his pen, trying to concentrate but it was no use. He simply stopped copying, put the pen on the pen holder, stood up and picked up Yu Qinglong, "Brother Long, let's not write tonight, right?"

"Why?"

"Even if the king of heaven comes, I can't write anymore! I want you!"

"Ah?!" Yu Qinglong looked at the person beside him who looked a little strange, "Fang Shoucheng, you must have taken the wrong medicine."

"I don't know. I feel so bad."

Fang Shu put the person on the kang and kissed him tightly without giving Yu Qinglong a chance to speak.

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Author's words: Fang Shu: Oh my God, my big day has finally arrived [starry eyes]

Qinglong: ...I just made a three-month plan [covering my face with laughter and tears]

Fang Shu: It’s ok, I’ll redo it tomorrow [shy]

Qinglong: What else will we do tomorrow? Seek comfort from the aunties [burst into tears][empty bowl][empty bowl][empty bowl]