"I heard from your aunt that Tang Yazi is back. It's good to be back!"
"Today I went to Zhoujia Village. Your aunt was so polite that she allowed me to have lunch before I came home."
"You two happen to be here, and I was about to tell you a happy event."
In the afternoon, Blacksmith Luo drove his carriage back from outside.
Before her butt could sit firmly and the hot sweat on her head had not been wiped off, Wang Cuilian found Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang and said.
Luo Fengtang didn't know about Blacksmith Luo's trip to Zhoujiacun, because Blacksmith Luo left at dawn and Luo Fengtang came back in the morning.
But Yang Ruoqing knew.
Blacksmith Luo sent Luo Daye's early rice harvest this season to give them a taste.
A man thinks about his sister no matter what.
"Uncle, what's the big happy event? Tell me." Luo Fengtang said with a smile.
On this trip back to the village, all I heard was happy events, one after another.
Blacksmith Luo said: "It's your cousin Zhou Wang who is going to be a father!"
"Ah?" Luo Fengtang was surprised.
Looking at Yang Ruoqing next to her, she had the same expression.
Then, Luo Fengtang laughed dumbly and raised his hand to scratch his head.
"What kind of day is this? Why, everyone is busy being a father this time around, hehe..."
He smiled and secretly glanced at Yang Ruoqing.
When will this girl let me be her father again?
Although she didn't meet his eyes, Yang Ruoqing could still feel his furtive gaze and the hidden meaning in his gaze.
Her face blushed slightly, and she deliberately did not look at him, but turned her gaze to Blacksmith Luo.
"Uncle, if I remember correctly, last time on the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, when my aunt and the others came over, they mentioned cousin Zhou Wang's marriage," Yang Ruoqing said.
"At that time, my aunt seemed to be saying that cousin Zhou Wang didn't want to find a wife in the village, but wanted to go to the town or county to find a city girl to be his wife, right?" She asked again.
Blacksmith Luo nodded: "Yes, that's what I said."
Yang Ruoqing smiled: "The marriage has not been settled yet, so why are you going to be a father soon?"
Luo Fengtang also followed: "Yes, I also have this doubt, and Qing'er just happened to ask about it."
Blacksmith Luo laughed, then looked around, lowered his voice and said with pride and pride: "Do you still remember the girl Zhou Xia brought back from the Prince of Xiangyang's Mansion?"
"Hiss..." Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
"Remember." She said.
Blacksmith Luo said: "That's her."
"When I passed by today, your aunt said that she is already several months pregnant and she wanted to discuss with me how to organize the marriage. I am also thinking about it. I will have to meet your aunt again later to help her. Come up with an idea!" he said.
Blacksmith Luo was driven by Wang Cuilian to wash his face and change his shoes, while Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang returned to their small backyard.
In the room, Luo Fengtang was sitting at the desk, reading the book of war, while Yang Ruoqing was lying on the cool bed under the window, playing with a fan in her hand, a pair of naughty calves and feet raised behind her, and swaying gently.
Seeing the handsome profile of someone behind the desk, she couldn't help but joke.
"Your cousin, who used to be silent and silent, is very similar to your deceased uncle."
"How could you do such a thing as getting pregnant out of wedlock?"
"I thought that Yu Jinbao could do this kind of thing in all the deserts and villages in the world!"
She clicked her tongue and shook her head slightly.
A little girl followed Zhou Xia all the way to this rural village, and she was unfamiliar with the place.
He was probably only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was treated like this, hey!
Yang Ruoqing shook her head again, this is called painting the skin of a tiger, but it is difficult to paint the bones, knowing the face of the person but not the heart.
"I remember that little maid. She was good-looking, with a low eyebrow and a pleasant look. She was very well-behaved."
she continued.
"Your cousin Zhou Wang is so boring, your aunt is so bad at Ba'er, and Zhou Xia can't protect that maid."
"Eighty percent, it was their family who worked together to let Zhou Wang take over the maid!"
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's speculations with gusto and some words of condemnation from time to time, Luo Fengtang put the book in his hand aside and turned to look at her.
"I don't know what that little maid looks like, because I have never seen her face at all." He said truthfully.
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled. These words were pleasant to hear.
After coughing lightly, Yang Ruoqing took over the conversation: "No matter what that maid looks like, what do you think the inside story of this matter is like?"
"Tell me, is it possible that the little maid took the initiative to hook up with Zhou Wang?"
She added, resting her chin on her palm, eyes burning with gossip.
"That little maid may have a low eyebrow but she has a big background."
"I heard that my parents are working in Prince Xiangyang's palace, so she is a domestic slave."
"Maids who grew up in a place like the palace received different training during childhood. I heard Yaxue tell me that they are like the young masters from the noble families."
"Since I was little, I have been served by maids, even washing my buttocks!"
"Besides, when they reach the age of fourteen, the family will provide them with a bed-heating maid in the house."
To put it bluntly, these bed-warming maids are just tools responsible for guiding and satisfying the adolescent buddies and impulses of these young masters.
They are not qualified to bear children for young masters and young men, and they are not even qualified to be concubines.
But the more you struggle at this bottom level, the more you learn how to dig into the camp.
"Perhaps it was the little maid who took the initiative to climb into Zhou Wang's bed. She was trained by the prince, and Zhou Wang, a villager, could stand her tricks?"
"Then, if the mother is married to the son because of the value of the son, won't she have a firm foothold in the Zhou family?" Yang Ruoqing was analyzing there.
Luo Fengtang found it very funny and cute with this serious look about to take a deep dive, and he also spoke eloquently.
He couldn't help but get up, came to the cool bed, and sat down beside her.
"No matter what the inside story is, whether it was the maid who took the initiative to hook up with her, or whether my aunt and others forced the maid to submit, these are not important anymore."
He gently stroked her soft hair hanging behind her back and said.
"No matter which one it is, now that we have a child, the next step is to get married." He added.
Yang Ruoqing turned over, lying on her side and looking at him.
"Uncle is very happy today. His only nephew is getting married. This is the biggest happy event for him!" she said.
Although Luo Fengtang got married, Blacksmith Luo was also happy from ear to ear.
But Luo Fengtang and Blacksmith Luo were not even remotely related by blood. They were nurtured by a grace that was deeper than the sea.
But Zhou Wang is different.
Blacksmith Luo's direct nephew looks a bit like Blacksmith Luo. The nephew follows his uncle!
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Luo Fengtang said: "Uncle is indeed very happy. During this period, he will probably visit Zhoujia Village frequently again. We can't stop him."
Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "I didn't want to stop him. My uncle has the same personality as my father. He cares most about the friendship between his brothers and compatriots."
"I was just wondering, does your aunt plan to let this little maid be the wife of cousin Zhou Wang in an upright and honest manner, or is she going to be his concubine?" she asked.
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