Changping Village.
When the lid of the box was opened, Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo were shocked at the same time.
On top of the box, there is a layer of gravel.
"Gravel? Is this a specialty of the capital? Did my mother send me these so I can plant flowers and grass?"
Luo Baobao came forward, grabbed a handful of gravel, looked at it in front of his eyes, and couldn't help but laugh.
"It's unlikely. There might be something else going on underneath." Tuoba Xian pondered for a moment and said.
Luo Baobao rolled up his sleeves and put his hand under the gravel. When he touched it, he found a gold ingot!
"Wow, what a big gold ingot. It's almost as big as my fist!" Baby Luo exclaimed.
Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo also moved. The two men started to dig away the gravel on their respective boxes. Golden light shot out from the box. Under the gravel, there were actually gold ingots!
Each one is like a small fist, neatly placed together, and golden.
Wang Cuilian was so frightened that she hurriedly closed the courtyard door and the hall door tightly to prevent her wealth from being exposed. Such a large amount of money would still be known by those with ulterior motives, which would bring unwarranted disaster to the family.
By the time Wang Cuilian returned to the main room, Tuoba Xian had already taken out Yang Ruoqing's letter and read it to everyone.
After the belief was over, everyone also understood the origin of these two boxes of gold ingots.
Blacksmith Luo was extremely excited: "No wonder there are so many rewards. It turns out that our Tang Yazi has been promoted to the title of Marquis Zhongyong. Hey, Biebo sounds nice now!"
Yang Huazhong and Sun were both happy from ear to ear. Their son-in-law was promising, and their daughter would also benefit from it. Moreover, her daughter was now doing big things in the capital. The two of them were advancing hand in hand. There was nothing better than this.
Wang Cuilian said with emotion: "Qing'er has to spend money wherever he goes in the capital. Why don't you keep this reward for your own expenses? He sent it all the way home. We don't have to worry about food and clothing at home. We are afraid that they are outside What can we do if we don’t have enough money?”
Tuoba Xian smiled and said: "Sister-in-law, don't worry, they are working for the emperor, and the emperor has to consider money and other matters. Since Qing'er has been filial and brought all the money home, then we will keep it properly for them."
Everyone nodded.
Luo Baobao is still struggling with the title of 'Zhongyonghou'.
"The word Hou is not very nice. It has the same sound as monkey. When people ask me whose daughter I am, and I say my father is Hou, will they misunderstand me and think my father is a monkey and I am a little monkey? Woolen cloth?"
Luo Baobao tilted her head and muttered to herself. Zuo Jingling, who was standing beside her, was amused by her words.
The adults in the room also laughed.
"You silly kid, what silly things did you say?" Mrs. Sun couldn't help but rub Baby Luo's head.
"By the way, Qing'er specifically mentioned little Yaya's name in her heart." Tuoba Xian suddenly told Sun.
"Really? What did Qing'er say? What's little Yaya's name?" Sun asked quickly. Yang Huazhong no longer bothered to look at Jin Yuanbao, but stared at Tuoba Xian with bright eyes.
Tuoba Xian was about to say something, but the letter paper in her hand was snatched away by Luo Baobao, "Milk, let me see, let me see, let me reveal the final answer."
Tuoba Xian smiled fondly and gave this opportunity to her precious granddaughter.
Luo Baobao found the words in the letter about his little cousin's name, "Ga Gong, Ga Po, my mother said that my sister's name is Yang Qingmo, which was given by my uncle. Fragrant Qing, clear Qing."
"Which mo is that?" Yang Huazhong asked quickly.
Mrs. Sun also wanted to ask, but Mrs. Sun was illiterate.
"Ink's ink." Luo Baobao said.
"Yang Qingmo?" Yang Huazhong and Sun glanced at each other, both savoring the name carefully.
Mrs. Sun said: "This name is different from the flowers and beauty of girls in our village. It sounds a bit like a boy's name, and it doesn't sound crisp when called."
Yang Huazhong also said: "It's not too crispy, and it's not very catchy, but since it's Da'an's intention, it must be his particular style!"
On the side, Tuoba Xian pondered for a while, then smiled and said: "Qing'er father, Qing'er mother, your Da'an is really worthy of being the number one scholar. He is rich in knowledge and wealth. The names he chose have special meanings and extraordinary intentions." !”
Tuoba Xian's words made Yang Huazhong and Sun look at her with wide eyes, looking forward to her further explanation.
"Qingmo is actually a kind of colorful ink that exudes a unique fragrance. It is unparalleled and outstanding. When used in a girl's name, it doubles the quietness, gentleness, and the demeanor of a well-educated girl." Tuoba Xian continued. road.
"Da'an chose these two words to name the child, which shows his expectation and love for the child. He hopes that the child will become a woman with both appearance and knowledge in the future, so the name Yang Qingmo is very good."
Yang Huazhong and Sun were originally simple and honest farmers. Now when they heard Tuoba Xian, the most knowledgeable person in the room, said this, the couple suddenly felt that this name was very good.
In addition, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian were also two wonderful people, and they received all kinds of good words from others, making Yang Huazhong and his wife very happy.
"Qing Mo, from now on my nickname will either be Qing Qing or Mo'er, hehe..." Yang Huazhong said with a grin.
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Luo Baobao.
"Gong Ga, my sister's uncle gave her a nickname, and my mother also gave her a nickname. It's not Qingqing, nor Mo'er."
"What's that called?"
"Call Fuwa!"
"lucky doll?"
Yang Huazhong opened his eyes wide again.
"The blessing of blessing, the baby of the doll, means the baby of blessing!"
If Chen'er were present, he would definitely be able to explain the meaning of the word "Qing Mo", but Luo Baobao was not knowledgeable enough and could not explain it.
However, Luo Baobao understood the word "Fuwa" at a glance, so he started to explain it first.
"Fuwa is a good name. It sounds festive when I hear it. I like it!" Mrs. Sun smiled happily. She liked anything that was related to celebration and liveliness.
Yang Huazhong thought for a moment and nodded: "My daughter's name must be right, Fuwa, um, good, very good. From now on, we will have another Fuwa in our family!"
Sun said: "Hua'er doesn't know about this yet. I will go home and tell her so that she can be happy as soon as possible!"
When Yang Huazhong and Sun left, Blacksmith Luo made an arrangement with them. It would be a little conspicuous to move this box during the day, and they would move it at night.
In order to celebrate Luo Fengtang's promotion, Blacksmith Luo planned to host several tables of wine and food to invite relatives and friends over for a meal.
Don't make any noise to those outside, don't make friends with them, and only serve it to relatives and friends at home.
After the matter was settled, everyone dispersed, and Tuoba Xian returned to her room with a hint of worry on her face.
These people in the family were all from the village and did not understand the meaning behind the promotion. Qing'er did not mention it in her letter, but Tuoba Xian knew the inside story.
Tuoba Xian was thinking, now that Feng Tang has been promoted to the Marquis of Zhongyong, the Luo family has bathed in the emperor's favor and has become the new rich of Da Qi.
Because Fengtang was a general who protected the country and had great achievements in hard work, the title of Marquis Zhongyong was hereditary and could not be replaced by the emperor.
So according to the rules, the eldest son of the Marquis will need to invite the crown prince later.
Chen'er is Fengtang's legitimate son, and Dazhi is his adopted son, but he is older than Chen'er.
Tuoba Xian knew that her son's wife's feelings for Dazhi's child were no less than her own. The matter of inviting the crown prince might be a bit tricky at that time!
