The Peasant Female Doctor

After naming Xiao Shitou, Li Hehua wrote the three characters "Yang Mingrui" on paper and taught Xiao Shitou to write. No matter what, his name must be written well.

Little Stone cherishes his new name very much, holding a pen to write very carefully, sitting there for a long time without moving, at all, there is no need for supervision. I have never seen a child who cherishes learning opportunities so much.

After studying hard for two days, Xiao Shitou finally learned how to write his own name. He was excited and proud. He showed it to Grandpa Yang and Yang Shifeng, and received strong compliments from them. This made him happier and couldn’t help holding the paper. Chu Chu ran out the door.

Eleven is unknown, so, "Where did he go?"

Yang Shifeng smiled and said, "It must have been out to show other children, children are like this."

Grandpa Yang also laughed, "The children in the village are illiterate. It's a great thing that they can write. They might be envious when they see the little stone. This stinky kid is going to show off."

After listening to the eleventh, he also laughed. Even if Xiao Shiu looked very sensible, he was still a child in fact, with its childish side.

After a while, the little stone that ran out came back, but this time there were a lot of little things behind.

Little Stone ran to Eleven out of breath, first put his paper on the table carefully, and then said to Eleven: "Sister, they also want to know how their names are written, can you help them? Also write a sheet for them to take back?"

Eleven looked at the turnip heads who followed the little stone and looked at her, each of them about the same size as the little stone. Seeing that Eleven looked at them, she immediately lowered her head in embarrassment and did not dare to look at it, but the look in her eyes was towards the little stone. She can see her envy and longing.

Eleven smiled, rubbed the head of the little stone, went into the room and took out a few pieces of paper. Under the bright eyes of the children, he started to write with a pen.

She asked the boy at the beginning: "What's your name?"

The boy knew that this was to write his name on October, and he was so excited that he didn't know where to put it. He squatted and said: "I...

My name is Da Mao. "

"Huh?" The eleventh pen hand paused, "Don't say your nickname, what's your name?"

Da Mao was stunned, scratching his head and said, "I, my name is Da Mao."

Little Stone hurriedly explained to Eleven: "Sister, Da Mao doesn't have a big name, so his name is Da Mao, and his name is Wang Da Mao. Just write to him."

Eleven blinked, and had to write the words "Wang Da Mao" on the paper.

Next was the second child. When he came up, he told Eleven aloud that his name was Yang Dali. Eleven estimated that this was also a big name plus a nickname, and wrote it down on the paper.

The children in the back are almost the same, none of them have a serious name. It was only on the eleventh that they did not have the habit of giving their children a name.

Yang Shifeng listened to the whole process. At night, when the two of them were sleeping, he explained to Eleven: "The villagers have never studied. Everyone has a bad name. They are used to calling them Da Mao Er Mao and Da Zhu Er Zhu. Big. Girls sometimes give blue or flower names to them."

Eleven frowned, suddenly remembering that Yang Shifeng's name was unique, and asked: "Then why are you different? Your name is pretty good."

Yang Shifeng smiled and said, "Actually, my original name is not Yang Shifeng. My name is Yang Shitou, and I have the same name as Xiao Shitou. Many people in our village call this name. When an adult calls Shitou, many children will respond."

"Puff--" Thinking of the scene of many children looking back at the same time, Eleven couldn't help but smile, and asked, "What then? How did you change your name?"

What Yang Shifeng recalled, "Later I grew up and learned how to hunt, so I often went to town to sell prey, and I also met many knowledgeable people. Among them was an old man who gave fortune-telling. I accidentally helped. He, he gave me a fate and asked me to change the last word of my name to'feng'. He also said that my marriage is destined to be extraordinary, so don't worry, just wait."

"Huh?" Eleven was dumbfounded, "Really?"

Yang Shifeng squeezed Eleven’s nose and continued: “I didn’t believe it at that time. I just thought it’s good to change the name. At least don’t call it Stone like everyone else. Later it’s called Yang Shifeng. Now I want to come, the fortune teller. What I said is actually true. I waited until I was 22 and met you on the day I went hunting in the mountains. From then on, I gave you my heart. Isn't this what is meant by marriage?"

When I think about it, I also feel that what Yang Shifeng said is right. She came from the last days in a mysterious way. The first thing she saw was him, and then fell in love with him. What is this lot destined to be?

"What about the fortune teller now?" Eleven asked curiously.

Yang Shifeng shook his head, "It's strange to say that he had been in town before, but suddenly disappeared after talking to me, and I don't know where he went. I haven't seen him for many years."

"I guess I went to a fortune-telling somewhere else, forget it, let's not talk about it, I have something for you to see." Eleven got up from the bed, walked to the cabinet, took out the silver baggage and put it on the bed to Yang Shifeng Look.

Yang Shifeng was slightly surprised, "Eleventh, why so much money?"

"This was earned by treating the wealthy during the time I left, and then I brought it all back. I can't spend any money here, so there is so much left."

Yang Shifeng watched silently for a while, and reached out his hand to tie up the baggage again, "You can collect so much money, so that no one will know that you have hired a thief to worry about it."

Eleven stretched out his hand to stop him, "Don't accept it. I show it to you. It's useful. I'm going to use the money to do a big thing."

"Big matter? What's the matter?"

"I am going to use the money to build a college, and then I will invite a master to teach the children in these ten miles and eight villages who want to go to school to read, read, and recognize characters, so that they will not know how to write their names in the future. Maybe they will learn well. , I can still find a good job in town."

Yang Shifeng widened his eyes in surprise, "You, you mean you want to build a college in the village for the children to read?"

"Huh!" Nodded at eleven, "I thought about it for a long time. Don't we, Little Rock, want to study too, and it won't be possible to go to the town. That would happen to build a college to give him a place to study."

To be honest, this news is really difficult for Yang Shifeng to digest. In their nest of mountains, let alone academy for hundreds of years, even a scholar is rare. Everyone knows that you have to go to town if you want to study. I thought that there could be a college in the village, but if there is a college in the village, the children can read and write. This is tantamount to great news. Even a villager knows it. This matter will bring much change to the village. If the children can read, at least a few knowledgeable people can be produced, not to mention the top picks, as long as they can settle the accounts and go to the town to be the accountant. You don't need to dig in the ground for a lifetime.

"Eleven, are you serious?" Yang Shifeng couldn't help confirming it again.

Eleven squeezed his mouth and pulled it to both sides, "Oh, what is there to confirm? Isn't it just building a college? It's not a big deal, is it so unbelievable."

Yang Shifeng's face was changed and he was smiling, "October, you don't even know how important your decision is and how important it is to our people."

Eleven smiled and said, "Okay, since it's important, I have to do it even more. I have enough money here. I can start building a house in a few years. As for the furniture needed inside, such as tables and chairs, When I see it, I will give money to the carpenter in the village to beat him. When my grandfather is old, don't bother him. When this is done, I can find a master again."

"Leave it to me when the time comes. I will arrange it. Don't worry about playing tables, chairs and furniture. If the villagers know how happy Gai Xuetang is, they will definitely come to help. But..." Yang Shifeng As he said, there was some concern in his eyes, "One thing that is not easy to handle is the problem of children’s restraint. The villagers don’t have much money, and I’m afraid they can’t give up so much money for the children to study. What will happen to the master’s wages then? ?"

This question eleven is not worried, "It’s okay, even if the master only teaches our little stone, we have to pay. The money we give is definitely enough for the master’s wages. If the other children are willing to come, they will come, and they don’t want to. If you come here, you can only teach us one small stone. As for Shuxiu, it certainly can’t be as expensive as the town. Let’s ask the master to collect some. If we don’t have money, we can use food and eggs in exchange."

Yang Shifeng didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all. He lifted Eleven’s face, covered her lips, and kissed her heavily, whispering between each other’s lips and teeth, “Eleven, thank you, you’re so kind. ."

"Stupid." Eleven wrapped his arms around his neck and responded enthusiastically to him.

Yang Shifeng breathed quickly, and the topic just now was completely behind him, only remembering the sweetheart in his arms. One big hand unconsciously stretched into the clothes and covered it with softness, and the other hand eagerly took off the clothes of Eleven. , "Hey, can you tonight?"

Eleven, seeing his anxious look, he was hesitating whether to feed him meat, but at this time, his stomach groaned.

Yang Shifeng moved for a while and looked at her belly, "Hungry?"

Eleven didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

Yang Shifeng stopped immediately, got up from Eleven, and said while putting on his clothes: "You didn't eat much at noon, and you didn't eat much at night. Can you not be hungry if you eat so little in a day? I'll make something for you. ."

Eleven Limara stayed with him, "I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, you don't want to do it."

Yang Shifeng turned around and touched her face, "Your stomach is screaming, and you have to eat when you are hungry. I'll make some noodles for you, soon."

Eleven is really not hungry, the belly call is just a physiological reaction, but Yang Shifeng obviously doesn't believe it, she can't stop it at this time, she can only let him go, the big deal is that she will try to eat two bites.

Yang Shifeng moved quickly. After going to the kitchen, he brought back a bowl of hot noodles with a lot of shredded pork in it and an egg. Let’s eat the eggs first. If I can’t eat the others, I’ll eat them.”

Eleven pursed lips, put on clothes with the help of Yang Shifeng, sat down slowly on the table, took the chopsticks handed by Yang Shifeng, picked a chopstick noodles into his mouth, chewed for a long time before swallowing .

Yang Shifeng frowned slightly, and he was a little worried. During this period, eating on November was not as active as before. When she met her favorite food, she also didn't eat well, and it felt like it was stuffed into her stomach little by little. Even if she didn't eat breakfast every day, she would put down her chopsticks after only a few bites for lunch and dinner. Because of this, she lost weight very quickly.

Yang Shifeng touched Eleven’s forehead anxiously, and checked her body temperature, but the temperature was okay, "Eleven, why do you always have no appetite? Didn’t you like eating the most before? Why don’t you like it anymore? ?"

Eleven raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lowered his head, and said faintly: "It's okay, I like to hibernate like animals in winter, I like to sleep, and I don't like to eat. It will be fine after winter."

"It has always been like this?" Yang Shifeng had never heard that humans have the same hibernation characteristics as some animals.

After eleven hesitated, he nodded.

Yang Shifeng frowned so much that he could almost kill a fly. He wanted to explain that he would take him to see the doctor in the city, but he immediately realized that he was a doctor, he was a doctor with superb medical skills, and he didn't need to see anything else. The doctor asked, "Does it matter to you then? Will it hurt the body?"

Eleven continued to shake his head, bit his chopsticks and said: "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry about it."

Even though she said this on the eleventh, Yang Shifeng still couldn't relax, thinking that she would have to coax her to eat more during this period of time, so as not to damage her body.

After a while, seeing that the heat in the bowl was almost gone, the noodles were barely missing, and the eggs and pork shreds didn't move at all. Yang Shifeng shook his head and simply took the chopsticks in his eleven hands. I picked it up from the stool and put it on my lap to sit, circled her, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and brought it to her mouth, "Come on, eat some meat."

Eleven stared at the shredded pork for a while, bit his lip, and leaned his head in Yang Shifeng's arms and said coquettishly: "I'm full, I can't eat anymore, you can eat it."

Yang Shifeng disagreed, "No, you didn't eat anything at all. If you don't want to eat the noodles, let's eat the meat, then the eggs, and then stop eating it, okay?"

Eleven slumped her mouth, reluctantly "Oh", opened her mouth and swallowed the meat on the chopsticks, but the next second, a puff of acid water suddenly came up in her stomach, making her unable to control herself anymore. "Wow" I vomited out, not only did I vomit out this mouthful of meat, but everything in my stomach was vomited out, all on Yang Shifeng's body.

But Yang Shifeng didn't care about this. He hurriedly took Eleven's waist and patted her back, and said in a panic, "What happened to you on Eleven?"

Eleven couldn't hear him clearly, and now the whole person was filled with nausea, and he couldn't stop vomiting, but there was nothing to vomit in his stomach, and he could only retching loudly.

"October, what's the matter with you? Is your stomach upset? Do you have any medicine? I'll take it for you!" Yang Shifeng was sweating with anxiety and his voice became unstable.

Eleven waved his hand, gradually raised his body, weakly said: "It's okay, no need to take medicine, don't worry."

"Why are you vomiting well? What's uncomfortable?"

"It's just that the stomach is a little uncomfortable. It may be a nausea caused by not wanting to eat something hard. It is not a serious matter. Don't worry, you can get my silver needle. I will give myself a needle and sleep."

It was really okay to see Eleven, Yang Shifeng breathed a sigh of relief, wiped her mouth clean with a kerchief, put her on the bed, turned around and fetched her silver needle.

Eleven took off his clothes, picked up the silver needle and stuck a few needles on the acupuncture points on his body. It took a quarter of an hour before he pulled out the needle. He smiled and looked at Yang Shifeng who was still worried and said: "I'm fine, you Hurry up and clean up yourselves, I vomit dirty."

"Is it all right?"

"real!"

Only then did Yang Shifeng believe that he went to the bathroom to clean himself up, changed into clean clothes, and put his arms around Eleven on the bed, rubbing his big hands on her stomach, trying to make her more comfortable.

Eleven leaned against the warm embrace of the person behind him and blinked in the dark, with invisible worry in Yang Shifeng's eyes.