Chapter 54 Jinjiang First Release Chapter 54 His Longgeer’s Mouth…
Yu Qinglong couldn't go to find Wu Sheng by himself, so he told Fang Shu that he needed some coarse cloth and hemp rope.
Fang Shu did not ask what he wanted to do, but only asked what color of coarse cloth he wanted and how thin the rope should be. After finding out, he went to tell Wu Sheng and left some money. Within two days, Wu Sheng brought the things back.
Yu Qinglong plans to make a schoolbag for Fang Shu.
He went to Shangxi Village for classes in the morning, came back in the afternoon to review what he had learned, and did some housework within his ability.
After dinner in the evening, he continued to write stories, but in addition to writing stories, he also found some time to make dumplings.
While the bundles here can be used to carry things, they have to be tied and untied every time, which is cumbersome. They can't be divided into compartments, and when you carry them, you only have to use one end, which is not conducive to your balance in the long run.
Backpacks are different, they can be divided into compartments and can be carried on the back.
He secretly sketched out the backpack design he had in mind. Since there was no zipper, he made it into an envelope, folding the top shut after stuffing. He divided the interior into three compartments, with several smaller pockets on the outside. The sides also held bamboo and pen holders.
There's no pen holder; people here usually use pen holders. Perhaps he could make Fang Shu a pen holder that could hold both ink sticks and an inkstone. It would be best if the inkstone could also fit inside the pen holder, so that they could complete the set.
After several iterations, Yu Qinglong finally finalized his design. He then used old cloth to make a small, ten-to-one scale model as a test piece, ensuring the finished product would not differ from his imagination. Once he was sure it was feasible, he cut new cloth and began sewing.
As for the hemp rope, it was used to weave the inner lining. Although the cloth was coarse, it was still too thin to be used solely for making a schoolbag and lacked sufficient wear resistance. He used the fine hemp rope to weave a large piece of "linen cloth," sewing it to a size roughly the same as the inner lining, so that it could be placed inside the coarse cloth. It was essentially a barrel-shaped lining, not a partition.
He doesn't know how to knit a sweater, but he has some old cloth. If he takes it apart, he will know how it is woven. He just needs to figure out the "routes" of the warp and weft according to the weaving method.
That day, he finally finished the schoolbag. While Fang Shu was still asleep, he sewed the last small pocket and tried it out on his shoulder.
For added durability, he added a thumb-width braided hemp rope strap to each shoulder strap. This provides a sturdy fit and allows for more storage without feeling too tight. Comparing the backpack to a furoshiki (a traditional Chinese bag), the only drawback is that it's heavier.
He even pre-treats it beforehand to prevent shrinkage in the wash.
Everything here is too precious and must be used with caution.
Fortunately, the results satisfied him.
When the first rooster crowed outside, the work was finally done. Fang Shu slowly opened his eyes.
It was already dawn, but he found that his husband had woken up earlier than him!
The bed on the other side is already cold. Why are you getting up so early to write in your sketchbook?
Fang Shu quickly put on his clothes and went to the study, where he saw Yu Qinglong sitting upright in a chair, writing a story at his desk, though he hadn't written much.
He looked at his husband's slightly blue eyes and said with some heartache: "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have fixed the new content for you at night. It's good to be motivated and work hard, but you can't ignore your health."
He had been getting up early for several days in a row, but he was always not as early as his husband. Every time he woke up, he would see his husband either writing or thinking.
"Today is the last day," Yu Qinglong said. "I won't get up so early from now on."
"Ah? What does this mean?"
"Because I've finished what I needed to do." Yu Qinglong took out his schoolbag from where it was hidden under his feet and handed it to Fang Shu. "I made it for you. It's the reward I mentioned last time."
"What is this?"
"This is called a 'schoolbag.' Carry it like this." Yu Qinglong stood up and put the shoulder strap on Fang Shu. "You can put a lot of books here. There are also places for water bottles and pen holders on the sides. It can hold more than a handbag and is lighter than a bookcase. It's more convenient for daily use."
"You get up early every day just to do this for me?"
"What else? You sneak up to revise the manuscript while I'm asleep, so I can only sneak up to make the dumplings while you're still asleep. Do you like it?"
"I like it! I like anything Long Ge'er makes." Fang Shu touched it lovingly, put it back on his back, and looked at it in the mirror. He had never seen anything like it before, but it looked really convenient!
"As long as you like it, it's worth all my hard work these days."
"I'm going to show it to my parents!" Fang Shu was very happy. He carried it on his back and went out to show it to Fang Dingman and Fang Wu.
The couple had just woken up and were talking about this.
"Why is Long getting up earlier and earlier?" Fang Dingman asked. "Tonight, when I went to the bathroom, the lights were still on over there. Has he gone crazy from studying in his sketchbook?"
"Probably not. He said before that he wanted to do something for Shu'er. He must have been working on it from dawn to dusk."
"Then why not do it during the day? I won't be able to sleep if I do it at night."
"They have to study and write during the day, so how can they have the time? I think Long Ge'er is very hardworking and not the kind of lazy kid. He must be trying to finish it quickly."
"Father! Mother!" Fang Shu heard faint voices from outside and shouted, "Son has something good to show you!"
"Well, it's probably done, so I'm showing it off." Fang Wu hurried down to the ground, "Here I come!"
The old couple came out and took a look. This bag was amazing! There was a bamboo tube on one end and a pen holder on the other. There was also room for books inside. It looked like it could hold quite a lot.
It looks weird, but it seems very practical.
Fang Shu turned around and said, "How about you two elders take a look at this for me? Long Ge'er made this especially for me. He calls it a 'school bag'."
Fang Dingman came over and touched it: "Hey, there's a lining made of fine hemp rope inside!"
Fang Wu said, "This child is much more clever than Shu'er."
It wasn't that she disliked her own child. It was really true. They said this was practical and that was beautiful, but in fact, none of them were truly practical or beautiful. Everything they made was rubbish!
The arrival of her son-in-law saved the family. Otherwise, wouldn't she be worried sick if the family continued to fall into disrepair?!
Fang Wu took it and examined it carefully. The more she looked at it, the more she felt that Yu Qinglong's brain was different from other husbands. With this schoolbag, she no longer had to worry about the discomfort of having too many books weighing down her shoulders!
"Brother Long, how come you are so skillful?" Fang Dingman said, "This is really well done."
"If he wasn't guarding the city, he'd always have trouble tying up his bag while carrying books. This makes it easier, so he doesn't have to tie it." Yu Qinglong said, "It's a pity I don't know how to weave bamboo strips, and bamboo is rare here. I heard that bamboo strips might be lighter and have sharper edges, which might make a better lining. I'll get him a backpack like that when I have the chance."
"This is already very good." Fang Shu felt so happy whenever he thought that this was handmade and was made by his husband specifically for him. He wanted to carry it out and ask everyone to see it!
"Well, this will keep me entertained for a few days." Fang Wu said with a smile, "I've loved these things since I was little. But Shu'er, you have to study hard, otherwise Long Ge will get up early every day to make these things for you."
"I understand, mother." Fang Shu pulled Yu Qinglong along, "I'll go fetch some water later. Brother Long, go back to your room and get some sleep."
"No need, I'm awake now. I'll help mother."
Seeing that Yu Qinglong's eyes were a little blue, it was because he didn't get enough sleep, Fang Wu said, "Go get some sleep. You have a strong body, so you can have a baby in the future."
Yu Qinglong felt a pang of pain when he heard this. But he was indeed a little sleepy. He had arranged too many things for himself recently.
Seeing that he was still hesitant, Fang Dingman said, "Go quickly. Our family doesn't have the habit of seeing husbands and wives have an easy life like other families do. When your mother married into our family, your grandmother and mother-in-law treated her very well."
Yu Qinglong understood why Fang Wu had such a personality in this era, so he said, "Thank you, Father and Mother. I'll go take a nap."
Fang Shu quickly pulled the man away, and after Yu Qinglong lay down, he helped him take off his socks: "This is the only way to sleep comfortably. Don't be in a hurry to wake up, I'll call you when it's time for dinner."
Yu Qinglong covered himself with the quilt and fell asleep soon.
Fang Shu was reluctant to take off his backpack. He looked at himself in the mirror for a while before trying to put books, a water bottle, and a pen holder inside. He found that this thing was as if it was deliberately made according to his needs. Every detail was just right!
That day, when he went to Shangxi Village again, he carried the bag. He found that most people who saw him wanted to see what he was carrying, and some even asked him a few questions. He would then say it was a schoolbag for books.
Yu Qinglong, who was standing next to him, felt a little embarrassed by his smugness.
This stinky ass.
Yu Qinglong pushed open the Mo family's door, told Fang Shu to study with Liang Mo, and went to his master. He said, "Master, I have to go to town tomorrow and can only come back the day after tomorrow. Is there anything you want me to bring back?"
Doctor Mo said, "I don't have anything I need you to bring back. But if it's convenient for you, could you help me deliver the bag of herbs on the shelf to the Guangxin Pharmacy in town?"
Yu Qinglong took a look and found that they were some newly dug aconite and some fresh adenophora, all with soil on them. They must have been dug by his senior sister in the mountains yesterday.
"Okay, I'll take it back this afternoon. How much do I have to ask the pharmacy owner for?"
"These will cost two hundred coins in total."
"Okay, Master."
After Yu Qinglong wrote it down, he went to look at the medical records and found that no patients had come since he left yesterday.
This is the case in the countryside. The population is not dense, and most of the time, if the villagers have a headache or fever, they will endure it as long as they can, and will only seek medical treatment when they really can't bear it anymore.
So he didn't always have new medical records. Sometimes it was normal for no one to come to see the doctor for three or four days in a row.
Yu Qinglong put down the medical records and reviewed the acupoint map and meridian map again when he heard someone outside shouting, "Is Doctor Mo home?"
Doctor Mo shouted, "Inside the house."
Soon, a young couple walked in. The wife was supporting her husband, who was tall and strong, and it was a bit difficult for his wife to support him. However, the husband seemed to have broken his leg, and his entire right calf was swollen like a big steamed bun.
My husband still has difficulty walking with a cane.
The couple were not from Shangxi Village, nor were they from Xiaxi Village. Yu Qinglong did not recognize them.
The wife then said, "Doctor Mo, please take a look. Is this a broken leg?"
Before Doctor Mo could even open his mouth to speak, the husband suddenly slapped his wife in the face and shouted angrily, "What are you talking about? Can't you just hope for my good?"
Yu Qinglong frowned and tried to hold back, but couldn't help saying, "It was this elder sister who helped you in just now. Instead of thanking her, you hit her."
The husband had been here before, but had never met Yu Qinglong. However, he had heard about him from the villagers, so he had a rough idea of what he was thinking. He said, "It's only natural for me to take care of my wife. What's your business?"
Doctor Mo said, "He means well. Besides, your wife is right. You must have a broken bone, so the swelling is so severe."
Yu Qinglong had thought the man would be quiet after hearing this, but he actually made his wife fall flat on her face. The woman was already thin, and she was pushed to the ground.
The husband cursed: "It's all because of you, the crow's mouth, that you cursed me!"
Yu Qinglong was furious and was about to argue when Doctor Mo stopped him, "Go outside and find some sturdy wooden boards. I've picked out some good ones, right where the dried herbs are. Why don't you go?"
Yu Qinglong went to look for some boards with anger, and after finding a few, he watched his master use the boards to fix the opponent's legs and then tie them up.
"Don't get wet for a month. Get plenty of rest when you get back. I'll write you a prescription, and you can get the medicine yourself," Doctor Mo said. "Also, try to be more careful, or else if you get hurt again, the board won't be able to fix it."
"How much does this medicine cost?" the man asked. "Don't you have any?"
"I don't have all the medicine." Doctor Mo said as he wrote the prescription, "If you want to get better soon, you'd better go to town and get some."
"What are you still standing there for? Grab the prescription! Didn't the doctor tell you to go to town to get the medicine?" the man scolded his wife. "You're like a piece of wood all day long. Why did I marry a useless thing like you who can't even lay an egg? Cry, cry, cry, you still have the nerve to cry?! Hurry up and give me the money, and then hurry to town to get me the medicine!"
"I understand." The woman said softly, took out some money and gave it to Dr. Mo, then went to help her husband.
"I'll give you another year. If you can't give birth, I'll divorce you!" The man said as he stood up. "What are you looking at?" He yelled at Yu Qinglong, "A guy studying medicine, you have no shame."
"You!" Yu Qinglong shouted angrily, "Did you break your leg and your brain as well?! More doctors are better than fewer, right?!"
"Bah! How can a guy be called a doctor?" The man said to Doctor Mo, "Doctor Mo, you are too kind. What's the point of a guy studying medicine? Can he treat men? Treating women is not cheap, right?"
"That's wrong." Fang Shu came in at some point, patted Yu Qinglong's shoulder gently, and after comforting him, he said to the man opposite, "My husband studied medicine to treat people, not just to treat certain types of people. A doctor is like a parent. If the patient is willing to be treated, my husband will help him. As for those who are picky when they are about to die, they deserve a short life."
"Hmph, that's easy to say." Liuzi looked at Yu Qinglong with contempt. "If your husband ever encounters a man with an injured penis, I doubt you'll ask him to treat it."
"How can you be so filthy!" Yu Qinglong said angrily, "You can't have children, maybe there's something wrong with your offspring! You wicked wretch, the smoke from your family's graves must have been extinguished by your urine, extinguishing the blood of your ancestors and leaving you without descendants!"
"You, you, you, what are you talking about!" The man's face turned red. "You have the guts to say it again!"
"I just said it, what's wrong? Do you have any conscience at all? Let me go! I'll curse him to death today!"
"Why are you scolding me? Come on, guard the city and take him away." Doctor Mo pushed Yu Qinglong and told him not to be so angry.
"Don't go! Explain yourself to me!" the man shouted angrily. "Who are you calling extinct?! You're talking nonsense! Don't think you're so great just because you married a scholar! It's embarrassing to take someone like you out! You're a poor husband! Bah!"
"Let me go!" Yu Qinglong struggled as Fang Shu took him into another room. "You bastard!"
"Brother Long!" Fang Shu said in a more serious tone, "Listen to Master."
Yu Qinglong finally stopped struggling. But thinking about it, he was still furious. He sat down on the pile of firewood, hugging his knees. "A man with this temper is lucky to have a wife. He's still cursing. What a rage!"
Fang Shu patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's precisely because he's this kind of person that we shouldn't argue with him. My Long Ge'er is literate and intelligent, how could he understand?"
Yu Qinglong said, "Don't try to fool me."
But after saying this, my anger subsided a little.
After he heard the couple leave, he went out and said, "Master, why would you treat a person like this? He should be left to rot in the ground."
Doctor Mo said, "I'm tired of people like this, too. But if they were to rot in the ground, they'd definitely say we're useless before they died. Then people who need medical care more won't come to us, and those who really want to see a doctor will suffer."
Yu Qinglong lowered his head and was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry, Master. I was impulsive just now."
Doctor Mo sighed, "There will be many more people like this in the future. Being a doctor is like running a shop. You never know what kind of customers you might run into. If you meet a reasonable one, it's fine. But if you meet an unreasonable one, there's nothing you can do."
Yu Qinglong said, "Why not? He'll probably recover from a disease that took ten days but will take a month to heal."
Doctor Mo said, "Nonsense! Isn't that just looking for trouble? If you have that much time, why don't you read a few more books with your Fang Shoucheng?"
Yu Qinglong thought to himself that he would do the same thing after he learned it. This shameless person must be taught a lesson, otherwise he would not know how many eyes the horse king would have.
Fang Shu suddenly burst into laughter. Yu Qinglong asked him, "What are you laughing at?!"
"I'm laughing at my husband's sharp tongue, like an eagle. He used urine to extinguish the smoke from the ancestral grave. You're so smart! He'll be furious when he thinks about it when he gets home."
"There's something even worse. You're the one who stopped me." Yu Qinglong said, "For a man like him, God must have been displeased with him and that's why he's childless. He must have thought his offspring was too bad."
"The more you talk, the more nonsense it makes!" Doctor Mo said, "I think the city guards have spoiled you so much that you've forgotten you're a brother."
"Not really," Yu Qinglong said, "I'm telling you the truth, Master."
"How can you be so shameless?" Doctor Mo said, "You better watch your words! Otherwise, people will laugh at your Fang Shu instead of you."
Yu Qinglong then stopped talking.
However, thinking about what that person said, he still felt particularly unhappy. Not only because the other person's words were unpleasant, but also because it was really difficult for a young man to become a doctor.
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The author has something to say: Fang Shu: Brother Long, if, if there really is a man who has injured his penis, you really need to treat him [laughing and crying]
Qinglong: If he's a good person, I'll treat him. But don't worry, I'll definitely wear your sunglasses when I treat him.
Fang Shu: Take me? Take me for what? [Let me see]
Qinglong: I want you to help me hold the [dog head]
Fang Shu: [scared] God bless my Long Ge'er to never meet someone with injured penis or buttocks [bursts into tears]
Qinglong: Please help my husband's wish come true by using nutrient solution and commenting on the method [empty bowl]
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