, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, then grinned.
"There's nothing urgent. I just called some of our brothers over to discuss this year's New Year. By the way, we also mentioned ancestor worship," he said.
Sun said "Oh" and asked no more questions.
Yang Ruoqing took over the conversation.
"Didn't grandma celebrate the New Year with uncle and the others this year?" she asked.
Yang Huazhong said: "Yes, although we are celebrating the New Year with your uncle and the others, our other houses have to prepare New Year's gifts for the two elders."
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
Regarding this, we made it very clear when we separated.
The two elders took turns living with their sons, spending a month at each son's house.
When someone is sick or in pain, the son whose turn it is at that time will bear the cost of medicine and care.
The other sons also got to visit.
But during the holidays, the sons would provide food and clothing for the elderly couple.
Especially during the Chinese New Year, we have to give money to the second elder.
This is what Old Yangtou must have said when he summoned his father today.
"It's a New Year's gift for Grandma Qing'er. I've been preparing it for a long time." Mrs. Sun finished washing the dishes and said again.
"Third brother, you can pick a date later and send it to the second brother as early as possible." The woman urged.
Yang Huazhong nodded.
Mrs. Sun continued: "After we give away Grandma Qing'er and the New Year's gifts from my parents' family, we will start preparing for the New Year."
Yang Ruoqing's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard that she was going to be busy in the New Year.
During the Chinese New Year last year, a family of five was still crowded into three small huts.
But at that time, she was making tofu and saved a few taels of silver.
I originally planned to take my family to celebrate a new year where they can eat meat and wear new clothes.
But on the night of the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, Yang Huazhong was tortured by the government officials and sent to the county seat to be imprisoned.
During those few days when other families were busy celebrating the New Year, her family was in dire straits.
Her mother and two younger brothers were frightened at home, so she and Tang Yazi ran around the county town to rescue...
Forget the past.
"Mom, let me take care of the Chinese New Year this year, okay?"
Yang Ruoqing said excitedly.
I want to take on this job and make up for last year’s regrets.
A wise daughter is better than a mother.
Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing lovingly: "Okay, then you will take care of it."
Yang Huazhong shook his head: "We can't let Qing'er take care of it."
"Why?" Yang Ruoqing was a little anxious.
Yang Huazhong also looked at her with a look of love on his face, "You, my daughter, are so busy that you are so busy doing business to make money that you have forgotten your own life-long events?"
"ah?"
Yang Ruoqing was startled.
Yang Huazhong glanced at Sun and said, "Brother Luo has been talking to me about this several times in the past few days."
"The marriage of these two children has been decided, and the Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival gifts have also been given."
"All that's left is this year's holiday."
After hearing Yang Huazhong's words, Sun also reacted.
The woman's eyes filled with ecstasy.
"Yes, after giving out this year's festive gifts, it's time to go through the door." The woman said.
After the marriage is completed, the wedding date should be set.
Thinking of this, Sun's eyes suddenly turned red again.
"Is this the last year our daughter will spend with us?" the woman asked.
Tears fell down.
Yang Huazhong saw the woman crying, and the man felt the same way.
I'm happy, but reluctant to give up.
But a man cannot cry.
"Mother Qing'er, this is about our daughter's happy event. Why are you crying? Is it unlucky to be old? Stop crying." The man advised.
Sun quickly raised her palms and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
The eyes of the couple fell on Yang Ruoqing, who had obviously not recovered yet.
As the protagonist of the story, Yang Ruoqing's face suddenly became a monkey's butt.
"Dad, Mom, what are you talking about!"
Her expression was unusually tense.
"What's the last year? Even if I get married, I'm still your daughter!" she said.
Sun raised her hand and stroked Yang Ruoqing's head.
"Silly girl, even if you go to the end of the world, you are still your parents' daughter!" the woman said.
"I'll discuss it with your father and find a date later for the old Luo family to come over as a New Year's gift."
"By the way, when will Tang Yazi come back from the military camp? It would be better if he is at home..." said Sun.
Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment: "He should be able to get home in the next two days."
Sun said: "That's good."
In the afternoon, Blacksmith Luo came over to talk to Yang Huazhong again for tea.
Yang Huazhong told Blacksmith Luo his plan.
Blacksmith Luo happily went home and was ready to go. He just waited for Luo Fengtang to get home and sent him a New Year's gift.
After giving away the New Year's gifts, I picked up Yang Ruoqing to 'cross the house'.
The date is chosen within this small half month of the year.
Let’s stop discussing the marriage issue here for the time being.
…
In the twelfth lunar month, every household is busy with cleaning.
Taking advantage of the nice weather, after breakfast, Yang Ruoqing first helped Sun carry the quilts and other things at home to the yard to dry.
Then, I went to the yard of Grandma Ga’s house next door to help unpack, wash and dry the bedding.
Bamei has been working in a restaurant in the town these days and will not be able to come back until the restaurant closes on the 24th of the twelfth lunar month.
Mrs. Sun is busy taking care of the pigs.
The housework all falls on Mrs. Gapo Sun.
Yang Ruoqing came with Sun to help.
Mrs. Sun was drying the quilts there and cleaning the house, while Yang Ruoqing rolled up the quilt covers she had replaced into a ball and took them to be washed.
"Qing'er, the water in the pond is freezing on this cold day. Leave your hands there and go back to my mother to wash them." Mrs. Sun warned from behind.
Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll wash it with well water in our yard first, and then go to the pond to shake it off. It won't freeze."
…
Returning to the well in her backyard, Yang Ruoqing began to prepare.
Two large wooden basins used for bathing in summer, washboard, mallet, soap powder, hair brush...
She put the sheets she had changed into a large wooden basin, sprinkled them with soap powder, and was about to get up to draw water from the well.
"Qing'er..."
Yang Ruoqing looked up and was surprised.
Muzichuan?
She stood up straight and looked at the person approaching slowly.
After half a year of absence, Muzichuan has also grown taller.
His face remained as handsome as ever, but his figure made him look like a mature young man.
"Why are you looking at me like this? After half a year of absence, do you think you don't recognize me?"
He chuckled and walked towards Yang Ruoqing.
The clear Tianshui robe that has remained unchanged for thousands of years wraps that slender and straight body.
Her black hair was flowing down her body like a waterfall. A strand of black hair was picked from both sides of her ears, and then fastened with a green bamboo hairpin at the back of her head.
Beautiful and elegant.
Elegant and gentle.
Hearing his question, Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses.
She twitched her lips: "Why don't you recognize him? Mu Juren is now a famous person in our country!"
Muzichuan raised his eyebrows.
"How come this doesn't sound like a compliment to me, but rather a bit of sarcasm?" he asked.
