"Yeah." Zhao Luochuan swallowed the last mouthful of porridge in his mouth: "Let's go to the town tomorrow and see what the shopkeeper says."
"Yeah, sure."
The clothes he took off yesterday had not been washed yet. After dinner, Yang Donghu went to the yard with the clothes in his arms. He wanted to wash and dry them quickly while the weather was good today, otherwise the clothes would get moldy when it was cloudy and rainy.
The clothes he washed last time were not completely dry yet, so Yang Donghu stuffed all the wet clothes back into the box out of anger. He only remembered to open the box today, and sure enough, there was a sour smell inside.
Yang Donghu resigned himself to his fate and took out the clothes again, intending to wash them again.
There are not many families in the village who have dug wells. All drinking and using water are carried in wooden buckets to the water tank in the yard. Girls and boys with less strength can carry it once or twice, but they cannot do more than that.
The water they collected after spending half a day was not enough to wash their clothes, so they simply gave up the effort.
It's cold in winter, so if you don't want to go out, you can just wash in the yard. Now that the weather is hot, more and more women are washing clothes by the small river behind the house. They also feel sorry for their men. They have to carry several loads of water to wash clothes, but they can save a lot of effort by washing directly by the river.
Washing clothes requires squatting and bending over, which is tiring enough. Yang Donghu has been feeling weak since he got up in the morning, and it takes him a while to recover after squatting down.
An experienced woman knew what was going on at a glance from his appearance, and when he went to the river, he was bound to be teased by the aunts and sisters-in-law in the village.
As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, Yang Donghu didn't want to go there, so he took some soap powder and dragged a wooden basin to the edge of the vegetable garden.
There is a lot of dust in the village, making it difficult to wash clothes. Moreover, the sour smell on the clothes that have not dried yet needs to be beaten thoroughly to remove it.
Zhao Luochuan has never been a lazy person. When he was in the mountains, he would wash his clothes himself if they got dirty. It was not a difficult task for him.
After the pots and pans in the kitchen were washed, Zhao Luochuan came out and pulled Yang Donghu aside, brought a stool for him to sit on, and then took the dirty clothes from his hands.
Yang Donghu couldn't resist, so he sat aside and used a ladle to add water for him.
"Maybe it was because of the heavy rain the past two days? These clothes have a smell. Are there any other clothes like this in the house? Take them out and wash them together." Zhao Luochuan raised the clothes to his nose and sniffed them, frowning.
Yang Donghu paused, too embarrassed to admit that he had torn his clothes out of anger, and laughed dryly, "That's all."
Zhao Luochuan didn't notice that something was wrong with Yang Donghu. He hummed and rubbed the clothes even harder.
It didn't look like much work, but when they finished washing the clothes and stood up, they were surprised to find that the sun was already high overhead.
The afternoon passed in a flash. Just as the two of them hung up the clothes, they heard someone in the next yard calling Zhu Cuilan. The voice was full of anxiety, and Yang Donghu felt uneasy just listening to it in this yard.
Zhu Cuilan was picking vegetables in her vegetable garden. The vegetables in her yard were planted earlier than those planted by Yang Donghu, and now a large area of them has grown.
After eating steamed buns for several days in a row, Zhu Cuilan had been wanting to change her taste. Seeing that the vegetable seedlings were growing tender, she rolled out a large piece of white flour and planned to eat it with noodle soup at noon.
Unexpectedly, she had just pulled out the seedlings and hadn't even cleaned the mud from the roots when she heard someone running in panic outside, calling out Cuilan several times.
Zhu Cuilan felt something was wrong when she heard this. Something big must have happened, otherwise she wouldn't be so panicked.
She trotted to the door to answer the call, and as soon as she arrived, she saw the village chief's daughter-in-law sweating profusely in anxiety.
"Cui Lan! Cui Lan! Hurry, hurry, Yun Qiao is about to give birth!"
Zhu Cuilan was shocked. After a rough calculation, she realized that the time had indeed come. Giving birth is already a difficult task for a woman, not to mention that Yun Qiao is a boy.
Yunqiao had a difficult birth of her first child, and she barely managed to survive a day and a night. She didn't know what the situation would be like this time.
Zhu Cuilan didn't have time to think about it. She dropped the food in her hand and followed the village head's wife hurriedly to Yun Qiaofu's house without even saying a word.
When a woman is giving birth, in addition to the midwife, she also has to ask villagers who have given birth to help take care of the baby. Zhu Cuilan has visited several families and was present when Yunqiao gave birth to her first child.
Yang Donghu was married but had no children, so naturally he didn't need to go. There was no need to say more about Zhao Fangchu. As an unmarried boy, it was difficult for him to even enter Yun Qiao's house at this time.
The two of them watched Zhu Cuilan and the village chief's wife walk hurriedly in the yard, talking about something as they walked, as if something bad had happened.
Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu seemed to be infected by the anxious mood as well, and they felt panic for no reason.
Yun Qiao has always been popular, and he is a kind and enthusiastic person. Ever since he arranged a marriage for Zhao Fangyu, he has been frequenting Zhu Cuilan's courtyard.
He spoke cheerfully and without airs, and could get along well with anyone of any age. Every time they came, they could get together and chat, no matter whether it was Yang Donghu or Zhao Fangchu. As a result, they became close.
Yang Donghu also touched Yun Qiao's belly and could feel the baby's movements clearly. Yun Qiao then asked him with a smile whether he wanted to have a boy or a girl in the future.
When he heard such words at that time, he felt shy and embarrassed to answer, and was even teased by Yun Qiao.
Now the three of them get along just like good friends. Yang Donghu and Zhao Fangchu are just as worried about Yun Qiao as the other women present.
No matter what time it is, giving birth is like going through the gates of hell for a woman. Sometimes, if one is not careful, both adults and children can be in danger.
There was nothing they could do but wait anxiously in the yard, but they waited until late at night and Zhu Cuilan still didn't come back.
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