"Fourth Uncle, didn't you just say two things? What is the other one?"
Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yang Huaming came to his senses.
There was some excitement on his face, "Well, when will Tang Yazi leave for the south?"
Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, "It's tomorrow morning, what's going on?"
Yang Huaming said: "That's good, let Tang Yazi send a message to your fifth uncle and the others."
"Just say that your grandma has forgiven them, and your grandpa asked them to come back and visit when they have free time in the near future, and take Mianmian with them."
"ah"
Yang Ruoqing thought she heard wrongly.
Old Yangtou actually took the initiative to send a message asking Uncle Wu and the others to come back.
Beside her, Yang Huazhong and Sun were no less surprised than she was.
Sun asked excitedly: "Fourth, did I hear you right? This is what Mr. Qing'er said to you personally."
Yang Huaming nodded: "Yes, you just told me."
"The old man has figured it out and misses his fifth brother," he said.
Mrs. Sun was so happy that she almost burst into tears, and Yang Ruoqing was also very happy.
Forget about Yang Huazhong.
After sending Yang Huaming away, Sun went to the backyard and took twenty eggs, two pounds of noodles, two pounds of brown sugar, and carried them in a bag.
"Mom, why are you preparing these things?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Mrs. Sun said: "Your fourth aunt has given birth to a child. Logically, as your sister-in-law, I should send you some things."
"It just so happens that it's not past noon yet. I'll send it over and cook lunch at home right away."
Yang Ruoqing remembered the fearful look that the Sun family had when they arrived.
"How about I go and deliver it," she said.
Sun shook her head: "Now that I hear what you said, I'm not afraid anymore. That child is so pitiful. I'll go see him again."
Mrs. Sun left the house, and Yang Ruoqing started to cook lunch with Xiaohua Xiaoduo.
Just stir-fry a few vegetables at noon and make do. No fire tonight.
why
The old Luo family is treating us tonight.
Mainly because of the homestead matter, Li Zheng and several village elders were invited to have dinner.
Her whole family will also go there at night.
Luo Fengtang drove his carriage to the town to buy vegetables and drinks all morning.
After half an afternoon, she had to go over and get ready. The two men of the old Luo family could eat whatever they wanted.
But if she wanted to serve a table of food and wine for a banquet, she, the daughter-in-law who had not yet entered the house, would have to take charge of the dishes.
During lunch, Mrs. Sun came back
coming.
"How is the child doing now after seeing him?" Yang Huazhong asked.
Sun said: "Seeing it, how can he put him in the cradle and sleep alone? The fourth brother and sister don't care about him at all."
"What"
Yang Huazhong frowned.
"How can a mother not care about her children? What should they do if they are hungry?" he asked.
Mrs. Sun sighed, "When I first arrived, my child happened to be hungry."
"The fourth child put the child into the arms of the fourth younger sister, trying to get the child to suckle with some milk. The fourth younger sister was so frightened that they refused to give her milk."
"No way, the fourth child can only make sugar water to feed the child."
"He is an old man. When the three girls in front of him were young, he himself was young and ignorant and had never done any delicate work."
"I can't stand watching this clumsy way of feeding the child sugar water, so I helped him, hehe."
Sun shook his head.
If she goes, she can help.
If she didn't go, the child would suffer.
"I would rather have a poor and humble mother than a rich father. The four younger siblings cannot continue like this," Yang Huazhong said with a frown.
"I have to talk to my parents about this later and let them suppress the four younger siblings," he said.
Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips.
It's not good to tell me directly about my pacifier, it will harm your moral character.
In my heart, I'm afraid I wish Mrs. Liu wouldn't breastfeed and let the child starve to death.
"Dad, you'd better not talk about this." Yang Ruoqing said.
"My little cousin was born to my fourth aunt. It would be pointless for a mother to rely on others to pressure her and love her son," she said.
Sun said: "Qing'er is right."
"My son is my mother's heartthrob. I believe that the fourth brother and sister still love the child in their hearts, but they haven't regained their temper yet."
"When she regains her breath, she will nurse."
Hearing what the mother and daughter said, Yang Huazhong had no choice but to give up.
Soon it was night.
With the cooperation of Yang Ruoqing and Sun, a sumptuous meal was served on the old Luo family's table.
During the banquet, everyone drank and ate, while talking at length about the foundation house. The atmosphere was very good.
After eating and drinking, everyone continued to talk about the details of the house in the main room.
In the west room next door, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were packing clothes for him beside his bed.
The door behind him creaked.
She didn't need to look back to know that it was him who came in.
Immediately, the door of the room was gently closed again, and steady and powerful footsteps came towards her.
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He called her, stretched out his hand and hugged her from behind.
She was stunned for a moment, still holding a piece of his clothes in her hand.
"Why did you run in without talking there?" she asked.
He said: "I have said everything I need to say. I want to come in to see you and talk to you."
She chuckled, "What do you want to tell me?"
He said: "I will be leaving early tomorrow morning, don't get up to see me off, and have a good sleep."
She nodded.
"Well, what else?" she asked.
He said: "If you stay in the village and build a house, don't let yourself get too tired."
"There was a lot of rain in the first half of the year, so everything should be done step by step. Don't rush it," he added.
Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Aren't you anxious to marry me?"
He also laughed, and the arm around her waist tightened.
"I wish I could marry you tonight and have a bridal chamber with you."
"Uh" She has black lines all over her head.
"You have a beautiful idea," she said, patting the back of his hand lightly.
Then he turned around and stood face to face with him, looking up at him.
"Then I'm at home, so don't worry about me. My family and friends are all here, and everyone will take care of everything."
"Your uncle and my father mainly contributed to building the house. I am just the supervisor, haha."
"It's you"
She stood up on tiptoes and lightly poked his forehead.
"When you get to the military camp, you have to take care of yourself."
"It's important to charge into battle and make achievements, but nothing compares to your personal safety."
"You have to promise me to go well and come back well." She warned.
Luo Fengtang nodded vigorously.
He reached out and grabbed her hands: "I will come back to see you as soon as I have free time."
"What are you craving for food from the south? Send me a carrier pigeon and I'll bring it to you to eat," he said.
Yang Ruoqing's eyes suddenly lit up: "Hehe, I've been waiting for your words."
The next day, Yang Ruoqing got up at dawn and ran to Lao Luo's house with boiled eggs.
"Tangyazi left in the middle of the night."
What I got was Blacksmith Luo’s words.
Standing in the West Room.
He looked at the wrinkles on the bed that he had slept on and hadn't had time to smooth out.
A faint sense of loss welled up in her heart.
