"If you still regard this place as your hometown and us as your childhood friends, then you should speak to me and stop doing this. We are all rough people and it looks awkward!"
Yang Ruoqing got straight to the point, no matter what Mu Zichuan thought, she didn't beat around the bush at all.
This is her character.
I treat you as a friend and one of my own, so I say this because I want both of you to feel free and happy in the future.
If they don't treat you as a friend, they will temporarily treat you like a snake and then blacklist you.
Next time, no birds will bother you.
The people in the transportation team, the confidants in the restaurant, those close to her family, and Xiao Yaxue's best friends all knew Yang Ruoqing's character.
At this time, when Mu Zichuan heard Yang Ruoqing's words, he was startled.
The next moment, there was no trace of anger on his face.
The sincere joy and smile seeped out bit by bit.
"Haha, I'm used to being outside. I just came back to the village and I haven't changed for a while."
He explained to Yang Ruoqing with an apologetic smile.
"Qing'er, give me some time, I will correct this habit, you believe me."
His voice revealed anxiety.
His eyes showed her sincerity.
His attitude made her feel cautious and caring.
This made Yang Ruoqing a little embarrassed.
She waved her hand casually, "Well, take your time and do your best."
The corners of Mu Zichuan's lips moved, and he wanted to say something more. Over there, other villagers who were resting noticed Mu Zichuan.
The dignified Tanhua Lang has returned to his hometown. This is everyone's pride.
As a result, all the simple and enthusiastic villagers swarmed over, including Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong.
Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing said to Mu Zichuan: "Well, Tang Yazi and I will burn incense first, and then we will go to your house to visit my godmother after we get down the mountain."
"Qing'er..."
"That's it for now, let's go over first." Yang Ruoqing smiled at Mu Zichuan, then turned sideways and naturally took Luo Fengtang's arm.
Luo Fengtang also nodded at Mu Zichuan's smile and walked away with Yang Ruoqing.
Mu Zichuan wanted to call her, but the villagers had already rushed to him, surrounding him, rushing to say hello to him, and chatting with him...
Yang Ruoqing followed the Luo family to the Luo family's ancestral grave, and then stood aside obediently, watching the two men busy there.
It's not that she, a wife, is lazy and doesn't step forward, but when doing these things, men usually step forward while women watch from the side.
After the Luo family arranged the offerings, they burned incense paper, candles and other things, and firecrackers were hung on the branches of the trees nearby and started to set off with crackling sounds.
Yang Ruoqing just stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and began to kowtow.
After kowtowing, she just stepped forward and squatted there, looking at the fire in the brazier.
Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang took out the shovels, poles, ropes and earth baskets they had brought with them, walked nearby and started digging soil to carry out the grave.
Seeing the two men busy in one trip after another, the sweat on their foreheads was as hot as rain.
Yang Ruoqing sighed secretly.
People of this era are really filial and pious towards their ancestors.
Risong and the guards brought here by Tuoba Xian can come over and help pick them out with just a casual order.
If they come, the grave will only take a matter of minutes.
However, they just didn’t give orders.
Luo Fengtang said that this kind of thing must be done one after another by oneself, in order to fulfill the filial piety of the younger generation.
The two men worked hard until almost noon, when they finally lifted the grave head up and made it firm.
Blacksmith Luo broke off a pine branch nearby and inserted it into Luo Laoer's grave.
"Second brother, your house has been repaired by me and Tang Yazi for you."
"From now on, if it's windy or rainy, it won't leak."
"Second brother, our family's life is going well now. The children are sensible and filial. Don't worry."
"Our sister Da'e's life is getting better. My niece Zhou Xia has met a noble man, and now Da'e's family has no worries about food and clothing."
"Second brother, you are down below. If you are missing something, just give me a dream."
Blacksmith Luo held Luo Laoer's grave, muttered to himself, and sighed again.
Then, he leaned over and picked up the shovel on the ground, and said to Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing here: "It's almost done, let's go down the mountain."
Luo Fengtang nodded, came to Blacksmith Luo, and took the shovel.
"I'll take them together," he said.
Blacksmith Luo said: "I'll take it. The road down the mountain is slippery, so you hold Qing'er."
Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing, who quickly shook her head: "Uncle, I can walk steadily, so you can let Tang Yazi hold it."
Blacksmith Luo finally failed to defeat the two of them, and the three of them went down the mountain.
Wang Cuilian had already cooked lunch at home and was waiting for them to come back. She washed her hands, changed her clothes and shoes, and then started eating.
After lunch, Yang Ruoqing told Luo Fengtang and went to Lao Mu's house with a bowl of Qingming cakes made by Wang Cuilian.
Lao Mu's house.
As soon as Yang Ruoqing turned the corner in front, she saw men and women chatting in the yard of Lao Mu's house.
When you are poor in the busy city, no one cares about you; when you are rich in the mountains, you have distant relatives.
The situation of Lao Mu's family completely demonstrates this golden rule.
Yang Ruoqing soon entered the courtyard and came to the main room.
There were all familiar faces in the room. The aunt from the Zhang family, the daughter-in-law from the Li family, and the uncle from the Chen family were all here.
The room was full of people, surrounded by a middle-aged woman.
That middle-aged woman was none other than Mu Zichuan's mother, Mrs. Liu.
"Godmother!"
Yang Ruoqing shouted excitedly.
The sound cut through all the noise in the room.
Mrs. Liu turned around, and when she saw clearly that the person coming was Yang Ruoqing, the woman's face showed genuine joy and excitement.
"Qing'er, you're here!"
She passed through the crowd and ran towards Yang Ruoqing.
"Godmother, you're doing well. You look good and seem to be a little mellower." Yang Ruoqing looked at Mrs. Liu and said.
Liu laughed: "When I went to the capital, I wasn't even allowed to plant vegetable gardens in Zichuan."
"Something fell at my feet. I wanted to pick it up, but immediately there were maids rushing to pick it up."
"You said, I am raised like a pig, how can I not gain weight?" Mrs. Liu said.
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and everyone else nearby also covered their mouths and laughed.
"Zichuan is filial and is the best son in the world."
"Sister-in-law of the Mu family, you are blessed to have given birth to a good son. It's not too late for us to envy you..."
Compliments immediately came flooding in.
Mrs. Liu held Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly and looked Yang Ruoqing up and down.
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