She pointed to her belly: "My belly can't carry it, it will make your daughter uncomfortable. "
Luo Fengtang suddenly realized, "Oh, look at me, I'm even stupider than Zhu Bajie!"
"Come on, then I'll take you back!"
Unable to resist her, he stretched out his thick and strong arms, picked her up horizontally, and walked steadily toward the backyard with long, slender steps.
She hooked her arms around his neck and looked at his handsome profile in the moonlight.
"When I become an old woman in the future, my hair will turn white and my teeth will fall out. Will you still pamper me like this?"
She raised her head and asked him.
When I asked this, I felt like I was being pretentious.
However, he was thinking seriously about her hypocritical question.
"Of course," he said.
"As long as I still have strength, I will hold you until I grow old."
"One day when I get old and can no longer hold you, I will help you walk." He said.
"Yeah, this is what we agreed on, don't cheat!" she said.
"Well, don't be shy."
…
After half a month, the hottest season of the year is gradually coming to an end.
Although the sun is still blazing in broad daylight, you can already feel the coolness in the morning and night.
The late rice is not yet mature, but the cotton in the field is white.
Yang Huazhong's family has planted nearly ten acres of cotton. Because the couple took care of it well, at this time, they stood at the edge of the field and took a look into the field.
Each cotton tree is covered with pure white cotton, just like balls of snow, which is very gratifying.
Mrs. Sun, Bao Suyun and Mrs. Sun and the others got up early and went to pick cotton at dusk.
At this time, Yang Ruoqing was not idle either.
Luo Fengtang helped Yang Huazhong tend the rice and carried the water tanker to water it.
She put on a wheat straw hat and long-sleeved clothes, carrying a bamboo basket and followed Sun and others to pick cotton.
"Qing'er, be careful not to fall."
Mrs. Sun kept urging her, feeling very worried.
Yang Ruoqing smiled happily, "Mom, don't worry, my feet are stable and I won't fall."
Picking cotton is actually not tiring, it’s also fun.
Looking at the large snow-white cotton flower blooming on the cotton tree in front of me.
Gently hold one corner of it with your fingers, and then pull it out with force.
In my hand, a large ball of soft cotton fell, which felt great.
Then throw it into the bamboo basket and continue picking.
Hearing the chatter of Da Sun and the others, he just kept picking.
Everywhere he went, all the white snowflakes were picked.
The bamboo basket was full before I knew it.
When a cotton ridge has been picked to the end, the cotton in the bamboo basket is poured into the hemp string belt brought.
Then do it again.
Yang Ruoqing enjoyed picking them with relish. Unconsciously, the sun gradually rose to the top of her head and it was approaching noon.
Mrs. Sun raised her head and glanced at the sun above her head, and said to everyone: "It's almost noon, let's all go back. I'll cook, and everyone will come over for dinner at noon."
Da Sun said: "It's still early for lunch, and we still have another hour to pick."
Bao Suyun said: "Let Qing'er go back first. She is a twin and cannot be too burdened."
Yang Ruoqing did feel hot.
After becoming pregnant, summer feels much hotter than in previous years.
It was probably because of the changes in various physical indicators after pregnancy. At this moment, they didn't sweat much, but she was sweating profusely.
"Qing'er, please go back first. I soaked a watermelon in the bucket in the kitchen with well water."
"You cut it up and eat it first. Mom will go home to cook lunch in a while." Mrs. Sun said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded without insisting too much.
As soon as she stepped onto the ridge, suddenly, several figures on the road in front of her sight caught her attention.
"Mom, look, the person pushing the cart over there is my second uncle?"
She asked, pointing forward.
Mrs. Sun and others were surprised when they followed the sound.
"It's your second uncle, what is...what is he going to do?" Mr. Sun was surprised.
On the road ahead, Yang Hualin was pushing a cart in front of him. On the shuttle, there was a cart of stones.
There are two people behind helping to push.
Behind them, there were several other men, also pushing carts.
The cart is loaded with logs.
"They are all strangers, and they brought these stones and wood with them. Is my second uncle going back to the village to build his own house?"
Yang Ruoqing asked.
Mrs. Sun and others were all surprised. They put down their work and stood on the ridge looking towards the road.
I saw Yang Hualin pushing the trolley and leading the few people straight towards the Earth Temple.
Then, at the border between Changping Village and Lijia Village, they stopped and began to unload the things on the cart.
"I guess they really plan to build a house there," Yang Ruoqing added.
A few days and a half ago, the second uncle came back to Lao Yang's house and asked to recognize his ancestor and die.
Not only was he rejected by Lao Yangtou and Tan, but he also took back several rooms in the second bedroom.
I originally thought that the second uncle and the others would never come back, but unexpectedly, they actually came back and built their own house?
Haha, you are really thick-skinned!
"Mom, leave them alone. I'm going back first. Don't delay too long."
Yang Ruoqing turned around and said to Sun and the others.
Mrs. Sun nodded: "Be careful on the road and walk slowly."
"Um!"
…
Yang Hualin married a brothel woman, who gave him a son.
The fact that Yang Hualin wanted to bring his wife and son back to recognize his ancestors but was eventually kicked out of the Yang family has been hotly discussed by the villagers in the past few days.
These days, Lao Yangtou is embarrassed to walk in the village.
Whenever I meet someone on the road, I will joke with him and ask him why he doesn’t want to kiss his grandson?
Finally, after a few days, this storm has gradually subsided.
But the fact that Yang Hualin came back to build a house suddenly became like a handful of firewood, heating up the matter again.
Within a long lunch, the news had spread throughout the village.
Including Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang, who came back from pumping water from the fields, everyone knew.
Yang Huazhong sat there smoking a cigarette, puff after puff, puff after puff, and sighed.
Yang Ruoqing saw that Yang Huazhong was worried, and it must be related to the fact that his second uncle returned to the village to build a house.
So, he walked over and persuaded: "Dad, don't think too much. As long as we don't care about him like we said that day, he can build the house wherever he wants and it won't hinder us!"
Yang Huazhong pulled out the cigarette holder from his mouth and said, "That's what I said, but it's disturbing to have this **** hanging under my nose!"
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "Don't look at her, don't talk to her, just treat her like a passerby."
"Don't be soft-hearted, it's none of our business!"
Yang Huazhong nodded: "Yes, I understand, my dear daughter, don't worry about these things."
"You are pregnant with a baby right now. Uncle Fu has told you to stay in a happy mood." He warned her in turn.
