, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Da Sun also followed immediately.
Here, Mrs. Sun saw Yang Ruoqing's confused look and explained to her in a low voice.
"Your uncle came from Caojia Village behind Sunjia Village. There are seven brothers in their family, and the eighth is a daughter."
"Your uncle's name is Cao Laoer. His sister has no name. Everyone calls her the eighth sister."
After hearing what Sun said, Yang Ruoqing understood.
If it was Cao Bamei who came, she would really be Dajie Xiaojie's direct aunt.
Soon, the eldest aunt came in leading a unfamiliar girl.
Yang Ruoqing's curious eyes fell on the girl.
At first glance, the girl was very thin, only about 1.5 meters tall.
Wearing a pair of wrinkled old cloth clothes, the shoulders, elbows, and knees are covered with patches.
The hair is very dark, but a little greasy.
Comb a bunch of hair on the forehead, and then tie a thick and long braid underneath.
The braid goes around the neck and hangs from the shoulders to the chest.
My chest swelled a little.
Ever since she was led into the house by her aunt, she had kept her head lowered, timid, not daring to look at anyone, and holding the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands.
How old is this Cao Bamei?
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but become curious.
Over there, the eldest aunt smiled and said to Cao Bamei: "Bamei, don't be afraid, this room is full of my own family. If you look up, you will recognize them all!"
After hearing this, Cao Bamei slowly raised her head, glanced quickly at the people in front of her, and then quickly lowered her eyes.
He took a step back, but a shy blush appeared on his face.
Over there, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun walked towards this side with smiles.
Mrs. Sun lovingly took Cao Bamei's hand and patted it gently: "Bamei came to Sunjiagou with your mother the year Xiaojie was born, right?"
"Tsk, tsk, I was only seven or eight years old at that time. Now six years have passed and I have grown into a big girl!"
Six years?
Yang Ruoqing quickly calculated Cao Bamei's age in her mind.
Isn’t that thirteen or fourteen years old?
He is about the same size as me, and even if he is older, he is probably only a year older at most.
However, this height is not consistent with his actual age.
He's almost half a head shorter than her.
Looking at her uncle's size, Yang Ruoqing understood that in addition to nutrition, there were also genetic factors involved.
Over there, under the cordial greetings of Mrs. Sun, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun, Cao Bamei's nervousness and embarrassment finally got better.
Mrs. Sun pulled Yang Ruoqing over again and let her and Cao Bamei get to know each other.
Yang Ruoqing looked at the girl in front of her, with thick eyebrows and big eyes with double eyelids.
The face is round, but because it is very thin, the cheekbones appear a bit high, the skin color is a bit dark yellow, and there is a black mole under the right eye.
Particularly conspicuous.
After the two girls looked at each other, Yang Ruoqing gave Cao Bamei a friendly smile.
Cao Bamei also smiled timidly, her eyes full of envy and inferiority complex.
Mrs. Sun took Cao Bamei to the kitchen for dinner.
Here, the Sun family also returned to their own yard.
In the afternoon, Mrs. Sun came over to chat with Mrs. Sun. It happened that Yang Ruoqing was also in Mrs. Sun's room.
The eldest Sun talked to Sun about Cao Bamei, and Yang Ruoqing happened to hear clearly from the side.
"Your brother-in-law passed away last month. Didn't your brother-in-law and I take the time to go back to Caojia Village to mourn her?" Dasun said.
"Three of your seven brothers-in-law and brothers have come out to recruit brides as home-based sons-in-law. The other four are in the village, two are married, and two are still singles."
"Before the old lady left, she had been dependent on this eighth sister. It was the eighth sister who waited on the old lady until she died."
"Once the old lady leaves, the four brothers in the family won't care about her life or death."
"I didn't care about the other two brothers who were out to find a bride. The eighth sister had no idea, so she came to find your brother-in-law." said the eldest son.
Yang Ruoqing understood.
It turned out that Cao Bamei came to seek refuge with her uncle and aunt.
At the table, Mrs. Sun's eyes turned red after listening.
"The eighth sister's life is so miserable. She has no father or mother, and her brothers don't care about her. It's so pitiful for a girl," said Sun.
Da Sun said: "That's right!"
Mrs. Sun asked again: "What should we do now? Sister, what are you and your brother-in-law going to do?"
Mrs. Sun sighed: "What else can be done? You still don't know what kind of person your brother-in-law is? The most important thing is brotherhood."
"The eighth sister has come to seek refuge now, so naturally we have to accept her." Dasun said.
Mrs. Sun nodded: "Sister, you and your brother-in-law are kind-hearted. Good people are rewarded."
…
At night, Yang Ruoqing's family came to the old house for dinner.
Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which coincides with Lao Yangtou's sixtieth birthday.
All the people in the five rooms of Lao Yang's family came back for dinner, and gathered together to present the gifts they had prepared for the old man.
The old couple stayed with the eldest family this month, and Jin's cooking skills were limited, so Jin came over and asked Sun to help.
Two tables of food were placed in the main room with a patio in the front yard.
There is one table for men and one table for women.
In the dining hall, the lanterns and candles brought by Yang Huazhong were lit.
The dining room is brightly lit.
A round moon hangs in the blue sky.
The moonlight just shone down from above the patio and sprinkled on the drained patio water below.
There is actually a rugged and beautiful feeling.
When the banquet was about to begin, Lao Yangtou came from the backyard surrounded by Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming.
The old man put on new clothes prepared by the third room and wore new shoes prepared by the third room on his feet.
The dry tobacco pole in his hand was prepared by the fourth room.
The brand-new clothes inside were made by Bao Suyun from the fifth house, stitch by stitch.
The old man's face was red and he was in a good mood. He was helped by Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming to sit on a chair with a backrest in the main seat.
The chair was draped with a large red flower draped with the Chinese character 'Longevity' embroidered on it.
This shawl was embroidered by Wang Shuanzi's mother herself. In time for old Yangtou's birthday, Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi gave it to her as a birthday gift.
After Old Yangtou sat down, Yang Huaan, the eldest brother, stood up.
He cleared his throat and began his opening remarks.
Yang Ruoqing was not interested in listening to Yang Huaan's opening remarks.
She and Luo Fengtang stood at the back of the crowd.
Luo Fengtang is also here today to attend Lao Yangtou's birthday ceremony as his prospective grandson-in-law.
Two people stood in the most inconspicuous corner behind the crowd.
Yang Ruoqing tilted her head and hoped in her heart that Yang Huaan's nonsense would end soon so that she could enter the next birthday greeting process.
Her hand hanging by her side suddenly felt warm.
Then, he was gently held by someone.
In this room full of people, two people were hiding in the corner, fingers intertwined.
She looked up at him and saw his handsome profile.
The eyebrows are raised, the eyes are deep, the bridge of the nose is high, and the lips of moderate thickness are lightly pursed.
He stood there, tall and straight, looking towards the main seat directly in front of him.
He seemed to be listening with concentration and seriousness.
