"Oh my God, Wang Cuilian doesn't seem to be very old. She is nodding in her forties. It would be a pity if she just left like this!" Some other women began to feel sorry.
"During the twelfth lunar month two years ago, I often heard female ghosts crying. We thought it was the Qian family. Do you think it could be..."
"Oh, Fengzhi, you should have some moral integrity, Wang Cuilian is not doing well yet!" Some people began to feel unfair for Wang Cuilian.
Fengzhi rolled her eyes at the woman and said, "I'm telling you what's mine. If you want to hear it, just listen. If you don't, just cover your ears. It's none of your business!"
Then, Fengzhi turned around and said to the women with shining eyes beside her: "Hey, tell me, if Wang Cuilian died, where would she be buried?"
"Should she enter the ancestral grave of the old Luo family and wait for Blacksmith Luo a hundred years later? Or be buried with the short-lived ghost man in front of her?"
"I heard someone say that if a widow remarries, she will go to the underworld after her death."
"When the time comes, all the men in front and behind will come to look for her, and the Lord of Hell will order her to be sawed into half and divided between these men. How miserable!"
"I can't stand listening to these things in the first month of the new year. It's bad luck!"
The woman from before said, picked up the wooden basin at her feet and got up to leave.
Fengzhi spat at the woman's back, "No one wants you to listen, you're pretentious!"
The woman's back froze, and she was about to turn around and argue with Fengzhi. When her eyes caught sight of the figure walking over on the road over there, the woman's lips curved into a smile.
The woman deliberately raised her voice and said, "Fengzhi, those words you said to hurt Wang Cuilian behind her back were just casual words in the pond and were washed away by the water."
"If you dare to say it in front of Girl Qing and the others, your mouth will be torn apart. You'd better be careful!"
Fengzhi sneered, stood up, put her hands on her hips, and spat fiercely at the woman across the pond.
"Bah, I dare say that and I'm not afraid that Yang Ruoqing, a dead girl, will hear it!"
"What did you hear? I have a mouth on my body, how dare she sew it shut for me?"
Fengzhi said loudly, because she stood up and her eyes were always on the woman opposite,
So much so that he ignored the looks cast by the other squatting women beside him, and did not know that danger was approaching him.
When she suddenly realized that something was wrong, because the pond had been talking about this matter before, it suddenly became quiet.
Thinking of something, Fengzhi turned around and met a pair of sharp eyes.
"Go to hell you!"
Yang Ruoqing gave a low drink, raised her leg, and kicked Fengzhi into the pond.
"Plop!"
With a loud splash, Fengzhi fell into the water on her back. Then, she fluttered and struggled in the cold and bitter pond water. As soon as she opened her mouth to call for help, she choked on several mouthfuls of water.
"That crying female ghost is not my aunt, it's you Fengzhi!"
Yang Ruoqing looked coldly at Fengzhi struggling in the pond, dropped these words, turned around and walked away without looking back.
She was too lazy to care whether Fengzhi drowned or was rescued?
She just kept her head down and walked her own way. Fengzhi, a bitch, said such vicious words behind her back. It was simply cursing Auntie!
I can no longer tolerate women like Fengzhi.
Dinner was at Yang Huazhong's house next door. Mrs. Sun cooked a table full of delicious dishes, both salty and spicy, all Yang Ruoqing liked.
After eating and drinking enough, he leaned back on the stool and drank the hot tea made by Yang Huazhong.
Yang Ruoqing let out a long and comfortable sigh, and suddenly thought of a movie she had seen before,
Detective Lei Luo, played by Andy Lau, stands by the pool of a Canadian villa in his twilight years after experiencing a life of ups and downs.
The servant at home came over and said that his wife called him home for dinner.
At that time, Lei Luo asked the servant, what do you think people live for in this world?
The servant couldn't answer, because this man had too many desires in life, money, power, status, beauty...
In the end, Lei Luo just uttered two words: Eat!
That’s right, eating!
To eat, eat well, eat well, eat with the people closest to you, eat for a lifetime!
People live just to eat!
"Your aunt is fine. Now, a stone in your heart can be lifted, and everyone can have a solid sleep." Mrs. Sun brought a bowl of tea, sat down next to Yang Ruoqing, and said with a smile. .
Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, "Yes, I can finally have a solid sleep when I go home tonight."
"By the way, mother, there is news from Da'an." Yang Ruoqing said.
"Really? Did you say when you would come back?" asked Sun hurriedly.
Yang Ruoqing said: "Well, Tang Yazi went to the Ministry of War in Qing'an County. The imperial edict for the champion scholar's return home has arrived in Qing'an County. Da'an is on the way now. I estimate that it will be around the end of the first month or early February. Home."
Mrs. Sun clapped her fingers there, "It's the tenth day of the first lunar month, so there are still more than twenty days left?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "More than twenty days have passed very quickly, and when Da'an comes back from this trip, he should be able to stay at home for a while!"
"That's good. Ever since he started studying, I feel like I haven't really gotten tired of him in so many years." Mrs. Sun said.
"By the way, it is said in the play that when the names of the gold medals are named, the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, our Daan wedding..." Mrs. Sun hesitated.
Yang Ruoqing saw the expectation on Sun's face and guessed that Dajie must have gotten married. Her mother saw this with envy in her heart and hoped that Daan would get married soon.
"Mom, are you still looking forward to Da'an's return and bringing you a wife?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Sun said: "If he really likes her, of course I'd love it. Da'an is seventeen and has won the first prize in the exam. It's time to get married."
Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Don't worry, I will definitely have a wife. Our Da'an is so outstanding, talented and beautiful. We will come back in pairs when the time comes to make you happy, mother."
Xiaohua returned to the front yard after clearing away the dishes from the backyard. When she walked to the back door of the main room, she happened to hear the next two sentences.
Brother Daan came home this time with his wife?
Whose girl is she from the capital?
He must be a good match for brother Daan, right?
No wonder Brother Da'an didn't come back even during the New Year. It turned out that he was in the capital with that young lady...
Xiaohua bit her lips tightly and held back the tears that were about to well up into her eyes.
She gave up entering the main room, but turned around and ran back to her room in the backyard...
…
In this first month, the happy events of Lao Yang's family really come one after another.
While Sun and Yang Huazhong were cleaning up the backyard to welcome the return of the No. 1 Scholar, the main and fourth rooms of the old Yang family also began to become lively.
