Farming game: raise cubs with equipment

Chapter 172 Yan Dashuang's Heroic Dream

"The third daughter-in-law took the third son to see the doctor today." Mother Yan also had nothing to do now, so she told the story.

Although this is a family matter of the third child's family, she heard about it and shared it.Although Yun Yiyi didn't go into too much detail, it's good to have this kind of heart.

Auntie Yan coaxed Yaya well, and then she came out. When she heard Mother Yan's words, her face didn't fluctuate much, she just nodded. This is a taboo topic, and she dared not comment on how much she said. Too many, so as not to make the swallow mother unhappy.

Fortunately, Mother Yan just said it casually, and didn't plan to communicate with them in depth.

However, Father Yan was sincere, and he said from the side: "The third child is injured so badly, it's useless to see a doctor."

This is the truth. In this era, broken hands and legs cannot be cured. Anyway, they have never seen anyone healed.The most important thing is that no one can afford to spend money. This is all real money thrown into it, who can afford it.

Everyone has to live, which is why Yan's father didn't mention treatment at all even though he was worried.

Mother Yan was upset when she heard the truth, "You'd better go inside, it's too cold here."

Father Yan didn't understand the words of driving people away, and he muttered, "I've stayed inside too long, so I plan to go out for a walk."

Mother Yan ignored him this time.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Mrs. Yan immediately said, "It's fine for Dad to hang around outside, but we need to wear more clothes."

Father Yan hummed, indicating that he heard it, and walked out.

In the back room, Mrs. Yan looked at Mother Yan who was not in a good mood, sighed, and changed the topic: "Mom, what are we going to cook tonight?"

Mother Yan has already finished making those white noodles. They were originally cakes for Second Sister-in-law Yan. too many.

They naturally still eat porridge, although it has no taste, but it can still satisfy their hunger.

Mother Yan said: "Let's soak the rice first, or eat porridge, don't cook too much."

Mrs. Yan nodded after listening to Mother Yan's words.

After explaining, Mother Yan saw her start soaking rice, so she went into the house to mend her clothes. Yesterday, her clothes got hooked somewhere, and there was a hole.The clothes are [-]% new, and the material is not bad, so they can be worn for a few years.She sewed it up and it still fits.

After being interrupted by Mrs. Yan just now, she no longer thought about the matter of the third child.

The second child was right, it was useless for her to worry.She couldn't understand Yan Qinghe's injury very well, he couldn't walk at all, how could it be cured well, but Yun Yiyi's willingness to take him to see a doctor was considered the utmost kindness.

Yun Yiyi boiled another chicken soup at night, the consumption of hens is very fast now, and the number of hens in the chicken shed is extremely reduced.

But she couldn't do anything about it, this Yan Qinghe needed nourishment and had to be replenished, if he only ate normal food, his recovery would be slower.

Yan Qinghe was still a little uncomfortable before, but after a long time, the awkwardness in his heart has long since disappeared.

The soup was still simmering, but the ointment on Yan Qinghe's leg had dried up, and it was tightly adhered to it, like a layer of hard plaster, making his whole leg bigger.

This look looks very bulky.

This reminded Yun Yiyi of putting on a plaster cast. Before that, she asked Old Liu to put a splint on Yan Qinghe's leg.In fact, the principle is the same.It's just that there is no plaster in this place, so she thought about using a splint instead.

I didn't expect this plaster to solidify after cooling down, like an egg. This function is similar to plaster. The wisdom of the ancients is also infinite.The fly in the ointment is that this plaster is not like plaster, which can be used all the time. It is a one-time use and needs to be changed every day.

Seeing Yun Yiyi staring at him, Yan Qinghe asked, "Is it ugly?"

He looked at his thickened legs and frowned in a rare way.

"For medical treatment, what's good or bad?" Yun Yiyi said nonchalantly, stirring the pot with chopsticks.

"In a few days, I will go to buy chickens again, and these hens are decreasing day by day." I thought there were a lot of chickens before, but I really wanted to eat them, but in fact it only took a while, and I didn't feel like eating them at all.

Yan Qinghe's eyelashes fluttered, seeing the smoke slowly rising from the pot, he hummed lightly, "Okay."

He naturally knew that Yun Yiyi was doing it for his own good.

The chicken was still stewed all the time, it had to be soft and rotten. Yun Yiyi put a lot of firewood in the stove to keep the firewood burning. At this time, she remembered the firewood sent by Brother Yan again, and said: "Do you want to bring a bowl of chicken soup to the second brother?"

Anyway, there was a lot of chicken soup, and their family couldn't finish it. They could eat it the next day or the third day, but the taste wasn't that good.

If it was in the past, Yan Qinghe also felt that it was nothing. The affairs of this family were originally decided by Yun Yiyi, and he had no opinion.But Second Brother Yan's home is a bit far away, and he couldn't bear her to walk so far alone.

If he could go to send it off, he would definitely go, but don't even think about it, Yun Yiyi won't let him go either.

"Let's forget it, see if he can't make it on his own." Yan Qinghe said.

Yun Yiyi gave him a strange look, and didn't figure out what Yan Qinghe meant for a long time.There is no telephone in this day and age, so why call Brother Yan to come over? He is not a roundworm in their stomachs, so it seems that he can't make it through.

She stared at Yan Qinghe with doubts in her eyes, but Yan Qinghe's expression was very leisurely and calm, as if the words just now were not spoken by him.

When the pot started to boil, there was a strong fragrance wafting away, Yan Dashuang searched for the fragrance and hurried over.

It's not the first time for Yun Yiyi to make chicken soup. On the contrary, she often makes soup, but this soup will never get greasy. Of course, Xiao Zai Zai prefers chicken to chicken soup.

"Why are you running over again?" Yun Yiyi knelt down and patted his head.

Every time the soup is stewed, he runs over, but the soup still needs to be stewed for a while, and it is impossible for Yun Yiyi to let him eat it now.However, Yan Dashuang never learns his lesson, and whenever this moment comes, he is still in a hurry.

Yan Dashuang went up to hug her thigh and rubbed it, then turned his eyes and said, "Wo come to help my brother see if the chicken is done?"

The little guy's words are becoming more and more artistic, but it's a pity that this kind of clumsy lie was immediately seen through by Yun Yiyi. She lifted the lid of the pot, and more gas came out, and the kitchen became more and more fragrant.

The whole body was enveloped in the smell of meat, which made Yan Dashuang feel extremely happy.

In the next second, Yun Yiyi's words made his happiness fall from the clouds, "It's been cooked for a long time, but I can't eat it now, at least it needs to be stewed for several hours."

Yan Dashuang let go of his hands, trying to hug Yan Qinghe's legs, only to find that his legs were very strange, dark, not the legs he was usually familiar with.

This strange color frightened him at first, and then he was fascinated again. He actually felt that such huge legs were very attractive.

"Mother, do you want this too?" Yan Dashuang's eyes were shining, as if they were full of starlight.

Yun Yiyi didn't even look at him, and directly refused: "I didn't stew for several hours, don't you know? I'll talk about it when we have dinner together, don't bother me now."

Only Yan Qinghe stared at him, the corner of his mouth seemed to twitch.

It was so special and wonderful, Yan Dashang stretched out his hand to poke the dark substance on the surface, and felt it was hard and solid.

"Your mother is right, you'd better find Xiaoshuang to play with, don't bother me." Yan Qinghe still had that gentle smile on his lips, Yan Dashuang has quickly retracted his hand, and his eyes flashed with confusion.

Daddy was obviously smiling, but why did he retract his hand uncontrollably? A child's intuition is always amazing. He always felt that Daddy was in a bad mood at this moment.

"That's your father's plaster, what are you going to do? Don't touch it, this medicine is for one-time use, if you accidentally touch it, I'll have to fry it again, it's very troublesome." Yun Yiyi just looked at it Seeing the scene where Yan Dashuang poked Yan Qinghe, he was a little speechless about Zai Zai's curiosity.

She beckoned for Yan Dashuang to come over and fetched him a basin of water, "Come and wash your hands."

After all, it is a drug, even if it has been dried, it is still a drug.The medicine that can be applied externally to treat the legs is probably non-toxic.But not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, what if Yan Dashuang gnawed his fingers and sucked the medicine into his stomach?Now that she has Zai Zai, she has more things to think about.

Yan Dashuang obediently came over to wash his hands. When Yun Yiyi said it was medicine, he felt a little disappointed, but he was still full of interest. The little guy has his own world and rich imagination. Stuff looks awesome.

As a girl, Yun Yiyi naturally couldn't understand the thoughts of little children. If she knew that every boy had a dream of being a hero in his heart, and she had seen Ultraman when she was a child, she might be able to guess one or two points.

Now she directly sent Yan Dashuang back to the house, Yan Xiaoshuang sat quietly at the table, there was a book in front of him, he didn't read the book, after all he didn't know most of the characters, But he just put it there, pressing his hands on it, and he didn't know what he was thinking?
With this appearance, she didn't care about what she cooked in the kitchen at all, so Yan Dashuang was lying.

Yan Dashuang was invited back to the room by Yun Yiyi, not angry at all, he climbed onto the bed a few steps, picked up a pillow as a weapon, and started to shake it.

Yan Xiaoshuang didn't move at all, and didn't even look at him.

Yan Dashuang remembered the plaster on Yan Qinghe's leg, took the bed sheet on the side and tied it on his leg, acting as armor, and then shook the pillow more vigorously, as if he was dealing with thousands of troops.

His eyes showed obvious longing: look at the nest, look at the nest, watch the nest.

Yan Xiaoshuang still didn't look at him, this is Yan Dashuang's new hobby recently, since Yun Yiyi expanded the hero's story for them last time, Yan Dashuang often put himself into it.

It was not the first time he had seen Yan Dashuang like this.

only……

Yan Xiaoshuang turned her head.

Yan Dashuang was excited, as expected he was still eye-catching.

"You'd better be gentle," Yan Xiaoshuang straightened her face, "If the pillow is broken, Mom will be sad."

(End of this chapter)