The mutton slices are thin and tender, and the stew is extremely delicious. The vermicelli is smooth and melts in the mouth, and it is paired with the hot soup sprinkled with pepper. It is so delicious that people can't wait to eat it with their tongues.
The two little buns were sweating from eating them. Since they lived in Rhino Village, the two have never eaten such delicious food. They are so happy!
Qiao Wangshu was afraid of spicy food, and the smell of pepper powder was a bit pungent. She took a bite and snorted twice, her cheeks were puffed up, her face was flushed, and Qiao Wei was about to die. Qiao Wei also had a very happy meal.
The portion of mutton vermicelli soup was enough, and the siblings couldn't finish it together, so Qiao Wei ate the rest.
Shuanzi's father ate a bowl of dumplings, a bowl of mutton vermicelli soup, a leek box and half a scallion pancake. In the end, his stomach couldn't hold it anymore. Generally, he gives people sports cars, regardless of food. He was ready to eat the pancakes he brought, but Xiao Qiao ordered such a big table for him. What the mother eats and what he eats are really unambiguous.
He has never read a book, so he doesn't know how to explain the general principles, but he feels that Xiao Qiao's style is different from that of ordinary village women. She is generous, neat, straightforward, caressing but not haggling, and behaves like a man. , not like the rumored person who would do that kind of thing.
"Father Shuanzi, are you full?" Qiao Wei asked politely.
Shuanzi's father patted his chubby belly and said, "I'm full! I can hardly walk anymore."
Qiao Wei smiled slightly: "If it's not enough, order something else."
Shuanzi's father hurriedly waved his hand: "It's really unnecessary, if I eat it again, it will be fried."
Seeing that Shuanzi's father was indeed full, Qiao Wei smiled, said nothing more, and asked her son and daughter beside her, "How about you? Do you want to eat something?"
The little guy shook his head, they could barely stand up.
Qiao Wei looked at the mutton vermicelli soup on the table: "You seem to like this very much, mother will also buy some mutton and vermicelli and stew it for you to eat."
After paying the bill, Qiao Wei went back to the bazaar and bought a few thick quilts and some fresh meat. She actually wanted to buy a set of pens, inks, papers and inkstones, but she hesitated after asking the price. The paper of this dynasty is more expensive than gold, which is really not something poor people like them can afford.
In the afternoon, a group of people returned with a full load.
Before leaving the bazaar, Qiao Wei bought a few candied gourds and asked her son and daughter to distribute them to their friends when they returned to the village. Of course, they also had a share.
The two little buns were overjoyed, they used to eat other people's food, and now it's their turn to give it, so there is no need to be embarrassed anymore.
The carriage swayed out of the small town. It was just after noon at this time, the sky was early, and the sun shone brightly on the body, dispelling a bit of the coldness of the severe winter. The little buns who had eaten and drank enough were nestled in Qiao Wei's arms one by one, dangling around, gradually feeling sleepy. Qiao Wei took off a quilt and covered the two of them. Their eyelids sank and they fell asleep.
Qiao Wei was also a little sleepy, she closed her eyes slightly, and planned to squint for a while, but it didn't take long, she felt the carriage jerk, she fell forward, woke up most of it in an instant, hugged the child in her arms tightly and said : "Father Shuanzi, what's the matter?"
Shuan Zi's father said: "It seems that something happened ahead."
In order to avoid the wind, Qiao Wei was sitting on her back with her horse on her back. Hearing this, she hurriedly turned her head and saw a carriage of a rich family parked on the path that was not spacious enough, surrounded by a bunch of servants, crying and crying. I don't know what happened , the road was tightly blocked by them, and Shuanzi's father's carriage could not pass.
Father Shuanzi jumped off the ground, went over to inquire about the situation, those people were anxious, but their attitude was very good, and they explained to Father Shuanzi carefully. Shuan Zi's father and Qiao Wei said: "There was an old lady sitting in the car who suddenly fell ill. They are planning to send someone to the town to ask for a doctor, but the old lady's condition seems to be not very good."
The ancients seldom cursed themselves, if even they said something bad, then it is really not optimistic.
Qiao Wei put the children on the quilt: "I'll go and see."
Qiao Wei walked up to the carriage and took a cursory glance. There were two drivers nearby, and there were six horses, each of which was tall and mighty. Compared with Shuanzi's father, it was nothing like mud. Looking at the attendants again, there were four servant girls, four servant girls, two middle-aged female servants, and two middle-aged male servants. Qiao Wei just went to the cloth shop in the morning, and the most expensive material in it was Haizhou satin, half a piece of a hundred taels of silver, and even the wife of the village chief couldn't afford to wear it, but these people were all covered with cheap Haizhou satin.
The leader should be the servant woman in the green bija. She was kneeling on the car seat outside and crying, while the rest were standing underneath and crying.
Qiao Wei collected herself, looked at her and said, "This..." Auntie? lady? What was the name of a servant girl in ancient times? By the way, it's mom. Qiao Wei couldn't cry out to her mother, so she said, "Is your old lady sick? What's the situation?"
The maid broke down in tears and said: "I don't know, the old lady was talking to me, and suddenly her face changed, and then, then she fell down..."
Qiao Wei said without changing her face: "My father is a doctor, if you don't mind, let me have a look."
The maid looked at Qiao Wei suspiciously, can women understand medicine
Normally, it would be impossible for a maid to allow a girl to get close to the old lady, but in an emergency, she can only be treated as a living doctor.
This is indeed an extremely luxurious carriage. As soon as Qiao Wei got on it, she felt a noble and simple atmosphere, but Qiao Wei didn't look at these extraneous things, but quickly looked at the old lady. The light is dull, the complexion is pale, and the expression is very painful.
Qiao Wei checked the old lady's body and surrounding environment: "When the old lady talked to you, was she eating?"
The maid nodded blankly.
Qiao Wei touched the old lady's neck: "There is something stuck in the trachea, I need to cut her trachea."
The servant woman followed Qiao Wei's hand and turned pale with fright: "You want to cut the throat of my old lady? Are you crazy?"
Qiao Wei said seriously: "She has already experienced obvious difficulty in breathing, cold sweat, incontinence of urine, and loss of orientation. If this continues, she will suffocate to death. Whether you want to save her or not is up to you."
The maid herself could see that the old lady was dying, and knew that the little lady didn't scare her, but the little lady's method was too dangerous, and the imperial doctor didn't dare to use a knife on the old lady. A local doctor in the countryside, can he do it?
"You... you... are you really sure?"
Qiao Wei said: "It's hard to say. Surgery is risky. This is not an operating room, and the chance of infection is very high. But it is a postoperative problem after all. If she doesn't have surgery, she won't even have a chance of infection."
Without a single chance, the servant girl's last hesitation was extinguished. If something happened to the old lady, they could hardly absolve themselves of the blame. Just using a knife on the old lady is too rebellious!