A crisp voice broke in.
It's Xiao Yaxue. She has returned with washed wild peaches.
"Hey, it's washed so quickly? Bring it here quickly. I have to eat it quickly. I'm so greedy when I see this green color."
Yang Ruoqing's attention was immediately attracted by the wild peach in Xiao Yaxue's hand.
Xiao Yaxue laughed and placed Ye Taozi on the small table between Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei.
"Eight sister, you can eat too." Xiao Yaxue greeted.
Cao Bamei thanked her and took one.
Yang Ruoqing said to Xiao Yaxue: "You also sit down and eat with us."
Xiao Yaxue smiled and quickly shook her head: "You'd better get around me. I'm so sore that I'm going to pee. I'm not as capable as you big-bellied women."
Having said that, Xiao Yaxue did it anyway and took a wild peach to play with.
"By the way, Qing'er, what were you talking about just now? You heard 'silly old hat', you weren't talking about me, were you?"
Xiao Yaxue joked.
Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes: "How is that possible? I'm talking about me and Bamei, ourselves!"
"Ah? Why are you so self-deprecating?" Xiao Yaxue asked.
…
Yang Ruoqing then told the story about Yang Ruolan and the amp.
"I, Yang Ruoqing, always do things based on my own conscience and principles. I am not afraid of being talked about behind my back, and I don't care about others poking my back."
"I won't do unreasonable things, and I won't be afraid of reasonable things."
"But what Yang Ruolan did this time, not only the whole village was poking her in the spine, but I couldn't help but poke her a few times."
"Tai is no longer ignorant or selfish."
"This simply means that a person has lost the most basic thing about living in this world and being a human being."
"That's why I just told Eight Sisters that if we continue to interfere with Yang Ruolan and Erbo's affairs in the future, we will be stupid old haters!"
After hearing what Yang Ruoqing said, Xiao Yaxue shook her head and sneered.
"That cousin of yours may be having a hard time these days," she said.
"Why?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
"She's out of confinement and has started to show off her beauty again. She can take care of her at night. Will she still be miserable?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Xiao Yaxue covered her mouth and smiled.
"When I was in confinement, I lost my temper every day, either crying or making trouble."
"I'm pregnant now, and I'm not feeling well anymore. I have menstrual cramps all the time, and I'm in a disorder."
"It's been a long time since Risong went to her house that day. If we go back, the two of us will quarrel. Didn't you see that I've been sleeping in your yard these nights!" Xiao Yaxue said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
"It's your own fault, no one feels sorry for you."
"Let's not talk about her anymore. Talking about her will affect my appetite, and the baby in my belly won't like to hear it."
Yang Ruoqing said with a smile, and gently stroked her abdomen.
Xiao Yaxue smiled: "Don't worry, the baby in your belly hasn't even formed yet, so that's all."
Yang Ruoqing said: "Even if my baby hasn't taken shape yet, I feel like he already has thoughts."
"hey-hey……"
"Hey, it's really not a big deal..." Xiao Yaxue said.
Yang Ruoqing's face was not red, "Wang Po sells melons and praises herself. I praise my own baby. There is nothing to be ashamed of!"
"Qing'er, Tangyazi asked someone to bring something to you."
On this day, the sun was shining brightly, and Yan Huaian came in from outside, holding a cowhide bag in his hand.
"When did it arrive?" Yang Ruoqing put down the half-made child's bellyband and took the cowhide bag and asked.
Yan Huaian said: "My caravan just came back from the south and just arrived."
After Yan Huaian left, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly opened the cowhide bag.
It has been more than ten days since Tuoba Xian sent Luo Fengtang a message telling her that she was pregnant.
Counting the days, if he came back in a hurry, he should be home by now.
But no.
In the past two days, Tuoba Xian and Mrs. Sun came to see her and asked about this matter.
Yang Ruoqing always used the excuse that he was busy with military affairs to appease her mother-in-law and mother-in-law.
She also knew in her heart that he must be really busy.
Otherwise, based on his character, he would have rushed back after learning such news.
Thinking of this, she felt sorry for him.
The cowhide bag is so bulging that if you pinch it from the outside, you really can’t guess what’s inside.
But what is certain is that there is definitely a letterhead, and there must be something else besides the letterhead.
What is it?
Out of curiosity, Yang Ruoqing opened the letter with quick hands and feet.
As soon as the cowhide bag was opened, a small gadget fell out.
Yang Ruoqing caught it and took a look at it, and couldn't help but feel happy.
It turned out to be a small rattle.
At first glance, Yang Ruoqing thought he bought it in the market for a few pennies.
When she took a closer look at it, she immediately discovered what was special about it.
This rattle was made by himself.
The handle of the snare drum was carved by him one knife after another.
Looking at a small piece of wood as thick as an index finger, there is a family of three carved on it.
Dad's long arms hugged Mom, and Mom held a small baby in her arms.
The facial features of her father and mother are almost the same as his and hers.
The child's chubby little hands have clear and cute fingers.
He also grabbed a small rattle and shook it happily.
"This boy is really ingenious. This carving is really amazing!"
Yang Ruoqing sighed in her heart and took out a piece of letter paper inside.
Spreading it open, Luo Fengtang's familiar handwriting jumped into view amid the scent of pen and ink.
The content of the letter is not much, just a few lines of chatting.
However, the longing and joy contained in these words are as deep as the ocean.
"Baby, although your dad can't come back to see us, your dad still misses our mother and son!"
Caressing her belly, Yang Ruoqing softly communicated spiritually with the baby in her belly.
Tuoba Xian came in from outside.
"Qing'er, I heard that Feng Tang came back with a message? What did you say? Did you say when would you come back to see you mother and son?"
Tuoba Xian asked as soon as he entered the door.
Yang Ruoqing turned around with a smile and put the letter into her sleeve.
"He will be busy fighting the Southern Barbarians during this period, and I'm afraid he won't have time to come back."
"But he brought this back with him."
Yang Ruoqing then handed the small rattle to Tuoba Xian.
Tuoba Xian was surprised, then took the rattle and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes.
"Is this...done by Feng Tang himself?" she asked.
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
Tuoba Xian smiled and said: "This little rattle is really interesting. I really can't believe that my boring gourd son has such a meticulous heart and such skillful hands!"
"Haha, my grandson will definitely like this rattle when the time comes. That's great!"
…
The days went on leisurely.
The first season of rice is ripe, and the fields are golden as far as the eye can see.
The weather was very hot. During the day, Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang were busy harvesting rice.
