(Let me tell you in advance, the update will start at the beginning of next month, that is, May 1st. Dear friends, please don’t be anxious and wait for me to adjust the status.
Old Yangtou's eyes passed over the faces of the family of three.
He got it.
This is a unified caliber.
"Okay, then I won't force you! Third daughter-in-law, you can come to the front yard to help after dinner, and I won't come to urge you a second time."
After saying these words, Lao Yang left the room with a dark face.
After sending Old Yangtou away, the air pressure in the room instantly returned to normal.
Mrs. Sun looked worried.
"Is it really okay for me to do this?" she murmured.
In the past, every time something big happened in Lao Yang's family, she would always be busy working on it.
This time, I'm really not used to playing drums.
Yang Ruoqing said: "What's wrong? Without someone in this world, the sun will still rise in the east and set in the west."
"There are many women in our village who can serve at banquets."
"If you give me wages, I'll come as soon as you call."
"As long as the owner provides the ingredients, what kind of dishes will be prepared for you, are you afraid that you won't be able to hold the banquet?"
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said.
After saying a thousand words, Lao Yangtou lowered his face and came over to call Mr. Sun to take charge.
It's to save those few wages.
"If it weren't for the fact that tomorrow is the big day for my fifth brother to get married, if I were to do something else, I wouldn't let you go even if I started!"
Yang Huazhong continued.
Sun sighed and said nothing.
She doesn't want to go there either.
I still remember the lesson learned from last time.
But when the fifth brother gets married, men, women and children of the same clan have to come over.
The men help with the guests, and the women take care of the kitchen.
This is a rule passed down from generation to generation.
What's more, the relationship between my third wife and the old Yang family is not just that of the same clan.
"It's okay. I'm not tired of beating you."
Sun said.
The woman looked at Yang Huazhong and then warned: "It's you. You have to entertain guests in the front yard tomorrow. Don't drink a few cups on the wine table. Cold wine will hurt your health."
"Well, it's the same for you. Don't do any work in the backyard."
Yang Huazhong also warned Sun.
Seeing these two people there, you tell me that I care about you.
Yang Ruoqing's mouth twitched.
Why do you feel like a big light bulb?
"Father, mother, where is Da'an?"
Yang Ruoqing suddenly asked.
Sun came to her senses.
"Xiao An is sleeping in the next room. Da An, you were writing and drawing here before entering the room. Why did you disappear in the blink of an eye?"
The woman said.
Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll go look for it. Maybe it's in the next room."
She then came to her room next door.
Xiao An was in her bed, sleeping soundly.
Still no sign of Daan.
Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
Only then did I realize that Da'an had been mysterious and mysterious these past few days.
Yesterday, the day before yesterday, the day before yesterday...
It seems that this point always disappears, and then appears again during lunch.
What is this kid doing?
Standing at the entrance of the alley, thinking about which direction to look for him.
He happened to appear at the intersection over there.
The steps were brisk, and the corners of the pink lips curved in pleasure.
His face was full of spring breeze and he looked like he was in a good mood.
…
Daan buried his head in walking, still reviewing what he had just learned over and over in his mind.
Without paying attention, he suddenly bumped into someone.
He rubbed his nose and took a step back, looking up.
I saw my sister standing at the entrance of the alley with a fierce face.
He had his hands on his hips and was staring at him menacingly.
Daan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"Sister, why are you standing here? Aren't you cold?" he asked.
"It's my turn to ask you this." Yang Ruoqing said.
"It's such a cold day. If you weren't nesting in the heater at home, where were you?" she asked.
Daan was startled.
His eyes flickered for a moment, and then he said calmly: "Oh, I'm a little bored in the house, so I came out for a walk."
"Look at the village, the houses, the courtyards, the cats, the dogs, and the old maple trees..."
"Looking for the feeling of painting..."
He raised his head, looking like he was having endless aftertaste.
Yang Ruoqing looked suspicious.
Suddenly, she raised her hand and pinched Daan's ear.
"You brat, where are you lying to your sister?"
She said deliberately fiercely.
"The eyes are flashing and the breathing is disordered. He must be lying!"
"Tell me, what are you doing sneaking out these days?"
"Could it be that he fell in love with someone's little girl and sneaked out for a private meeting?"
Daan pressed Yang Ruoqing's hand and gasped in pain.
Her words made him dumbfounded.
"Sister, what are you talking about? Your brother and I are only eight years old..."
"snort!"
She cut him off.
"A hero doesn't ask about his way out, and a gangster doesn't ask about his age. Tell me honestly, whose daughter was abducted?"
"Tell me her name, dare to seduce my brother, little vixen, I can't kill her!"
Daan's head is full of black lines.
But he gritted his teeth and refused to let go.
After an interrogation to extract a confession, Yang Ruoqing became discouraged.
This kid is immune to hard and soft things, and immune to all five poisons.
This mouth is really strict.
The iron bars cannot be pried open.
However, none of this troubled her.
You won’t say it, right? Follow back later.
There is nothing that she, Yang Ruoqing, cannot handle.
…
After lunch, Yang Ruoqing went to Luo Fengtang's place.
Luo Fengtang's house has been roofed.
However, the two of them still live in the hut.
Luo Fengtang has been busy making furniture these days.
Taking advantage of her free time, she went over to take a look at the progress of the furniture.
In the yard of Lao Luo's house.
There was a long bench for carpentry work.
There was a wooden board on the bench.
Luo Fengtang was sitting at one end of the bench, holding a plane in his hand and planing the boards.
After planing for a while, he picked up the board and squinted his eyes against the sun's rays.
Then, he picked up the black ink fountain and ruler on the side and drew marking lines on the edges and corners of the wooden board.
Keep digging.
At his feet, there were many wooden boards and wooden strips of different shapes and sizes.
"Tang Yazi!"
Hearing a familiar voice, he raised his head and looked towards the courtyard door.
Then he saw her coming in from outside with a smile.
There was a hint of joy in his eyes, and he quickly put down his work and walked towards her.
"Qing'er, why are you here when you have time?" he asked.
"I'm not busy at home," she said.
"Your fifth uncle is getting married tomorrow. I thought you wouldn't be free these days..." he said.
She suddenly realized, smiled and waved her hand.
"That's their business, it has nothing to do with me."
"Let me see how you're doing," she said.
Luo Fengtang said: "This is the last piece of wood. Once it's done, all that's left is to nail it."
Yang Ruoqing nodded and walked to the pile of semi-finished things in front of her.
He glanced around and nodded secretly.
Not bad, not bad, they were all made according to the design drawing she drew.
The scale, the shape, even the corners.
He handled everything very well.
He took into account some small details that she hadn't thought of.
"Qing'er, look at these, they're not much different from what you drew, right?"
He followed and asked.
