In three days, Yang Peili was able to get up and walk around slowly.
Since he was a man, Yang Ruxin had Li Datou and Uncle Laokuang take turns coming over to help, like changing clothes and supporting him to the outhouse.
"Thanks for the trouble." After returning from the outhouse, Yang Peili washed his hands and got onto the kang, gratefully glancing at Uncle Laokuang.
"Uncle, no need to be so formal." Uncle Laokuang chuckled and went to add a shovel of coal to the stove, "I owe everything today to Xinxin, who didn't mind me being unlucky, or I wouldn't be where I am now."
Yang Peili lowered his eyes, saying nothing.
Uncle Laokuang glanced at Yang Peili and handed over the medicinal soup delivered from the kitchen. "Uncle, I'm an outsider, but we've known each other for decades. I'll say something heartfelt: Uncle, you are really muddle-headed."
Yang Peili bit his dry lips, looked up with a bitter smile, and said, "I know, but it's too late for me to realize."
