The news that Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang returned to the village was more joyful than the Chinese New Year for the Yang Huazhong family.
"Qing'er, isn't it cold in the north? What are you eating? Look at your face, you've lost a lot of weight."
From entering the door to sitting down in the main room, Mrs. Sun held Yang Ruoqing's hand and kept asking these questions.
"Mom, I'm wearing lots of clothes and I'm not cold."
"The food there is similar to what we eat here. If you have money, you can buy everything."
Yang Ruoqing patiently answered Sun's questions one by one.
Over there, Luo Fengtang was also talking to Yang Huazhong.
Old Sun Tou, Old Mrs. Sun, aunt and uncle, Blacksmith Luo, and Xiao An Xiaojie all came over.
The hall was very lively.
"Mom, where are Da'an and Dajie?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Sun said: "School starts on the 16th day of the first lunar month. They had a day off during the Qingming Festival a few days ago. Now, it's time to go to school again."
Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that within two months of her departure, her family had long since recovered from the New Year atmosphere.
After the Qingming Festival, spring returns to the earth, and crops and farming are getting busy.
"Qing'er, you are tired from the journey. Go back to the house to wash your face and change clothes."
"Mom, go to the kitchen to cook the dishes you and Tang Yazi like to eat," said Sun.
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
Sun said to Yang Huazhong again: "Don't pester Tang Yazi with too many questions. Let him have some tea and rest."
"As for you, go to the old house and say hello to Mr. Qing'er and the others. Come over at night and let's have a reunion dinner together."
"Okay, I'll go right away."
Everyone acted separately.
Luo Fengtang also went to Blacksmith Luo's house to have a quick chat and talk privately.
Here, Yang Ruoqing changed out of her bulky cotton clothes and washed away the dust from her body.
Climbed into bed again and had a good sleep.
After getting up, I feel full of energy and put on my spring clothes again.
Seeing the sun setting outside the window, she heard her aunt's laughter coming from the kitchen, so she quickly got out of bed.
In the kitchen.
Mrs. Sun was kneading dough in a big basin, and Mrs. Sun was picking up a lot of wild vegetables.
"Mom, what are you making delicious?"
Yang Ruoqing entered the kitchen room with a smile and asked.
Da Sun said: "Your mother said you like to eat mugwort cake, but no, you are making mugwort cake to eat at night."
Artemisia cake
Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up and she quickly came to Sun's side.
Ms. Sun was squatting on the ground picking up wild vegetables, removing the weeds inside and washing the remaining leaves in clean water.
Then rub the washed vegetable leaves on a stone nearby.
Rub the sour water inside
"Qing'er, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Sun asked while rubbing her hands.
Yang Ruoqing watched it with great interest and said: "I slept all the way in the carriage, and I will sleep again later at night."
Sun nodded, "That's fine."
Yang Ruoqing saw some wild wormwood seeds lying around that had not been cleaned up, so she picked them up and helped Sun clean them up.
"Mom, this mugwort is so fresh. When were you pinched?" she asked.
Before Mrs. Sun agreed, Mrs. Sun rushed over and said, "When you were sleeping, your mother went outside to pinch you in the fields."
"She said that you like to eat mugwort cakes, and you always pick the tender ones at the top, which is a lot of trouble."
Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing looked at Sun.
Mrs. Sun shook her head hurriedly and smiled lovingly at Yang Ruoqing: "Don't listen to your aunt, it doesn't take any effort at all, mother is not tired."
Yang Ruoqing looked at Sun.
Sun's face was filled with smiles.
But the shoes under her feet were covered with mud.
Obviously, in order to pinch these tender wormwood seeds, she traveled a long way and visited many fields and ridges.
"Mom, you go and rest for a while, and I'll rub it."
Yang Ruoqing said, rolling up her sleeves.
But he was stopped by Mrs. Sun, "You don't know how to knead it. If you can't knead it properly, the resulting mugwort cake will not only not be fragrant, but also bitter, mother."
"Mom, I can't stay idle either. Why don't you assign me some work?"
Yang Ruoqing acts coquettishly.
Mrs. Sun smiled: "You kid, what fate do you have?"
Mrs. Sun also laughed: "Qing'er, if you really want to help, chop up some bacon and fry it with wild wormwood later to make cake cores."
"okay"
Yang Ruoqing started to act happily.
She picked up the knife and went to the warehouse where the grain was stored.
He dug open the dry rice, pulled out a knife of dried bacon, and returned to the kitchen.
I washed it for the first time with the rice water left at noon, and then rinsed it with clean water.
Then cut off a small piece of pork belly, cut it into slices on the chopping board, and then chop it into minced meat.
It's chopped here, and the wild wormwood in Sun's hand is almost kneaded.
"Qing'er, your hands are sore, come here and rest, your aunt and I will do the rest of the work."
Sun Shi dragged Yang Ruoqing aside.
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bsp;Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to stand on the sidelines and watch, talking to the two of them.
Mrs. Sun is not a talkative person, but Mrs. Sun is a magpie.
Chirping, non-stop.
From the beginning of the village to the end of the village.
In the year since she moved from Sunjiagou to Changping Village, she has become familiar with the people in the village.
There are a lot of gossips and gossips that the Sun family doesn't know about, but the eldest Sun family knows them.
There is no need for Yang Ruoqing to ask, the eldest Sun family has explained to her all the big and small things that have happened in the village in the past two months.
Finally, the topic came to Mr. Liu.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask: "Counting the days, it's time for my fourth aunt to give birth."
Ms. Liu found out she was pregnant in June last year.
By early March of the next year, it would have been nine months, almost there.
Da Sun said: "There hasn't been any movement yet. That belly is really big. Everyone says there are two babies inside."
"ah"
Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
When she left, she saw that she was sixty or seven months pregnant, and her belly was not too big.
If they are really twins, you can tell from the age of three or four months.
Over there, Mrs. Sun, who had been busy making cakes, also joined in.
"It's probably not twins. I heard Qing'er's fourth uncle say that it's probably because she'll have a big appetite later on and eat everything, causing both adults and children to gain weight," she said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Well, I think that's probably the case."
"By the way, mother, it will soon be our family's turn to support my grandparents."
"Yes, in February your second uncle and second mother were the ones doing the cooking and washing. Today, on the first and third day of the junior high school, it's our turn."
The three of them talked and laughed, and kept working on their hands.
A sumptuous meal is almost ready before you know it.
That day the sun completely set and Dajie Daan came home from home.
Lao Yangtou and the others also came over.
In the main room, the men sat in a circle around the Eight Immortals table, and Luo Fengtang took out the tobacco leaves brought back from the north to entertain them.
The backyard area is also more lively.
Yang Yongqing, Da'an, the others, and Liu's three daughters were all playing in the backyard.
The backyard is like a children's paradise, with children of all sizes laughing and playing.
Yang Ruoqing helped prepare chopsticks and bowls in the kitchen.
From time to time I peeked out at the scene in the yard and couldn't help but smile.
This is the life you want
