Even if rats eat food and destroy tables, chairs, cabinets, etc., throwing the cubs that have not yet opened their eyes into boiling oil is a kind of cruelty and harms the morality.
"Fourth Aunt, I suggest you go home and wash off those shiny things on your face. I'll give you a bottle of ointment."
"Really? That's good, but I'm afraid it will leave scars and ruin my face."
"My face, although I can't say that I'm pretty, can still stand out when walking outside, right? Besides, don't we women just rely on a face to make a living..."
"Fourth Aunt, you are wrong. Regardless of men or women, relying on one's appearance to make a living is inferior. Relying on one's ability is the right way."
While Yang Ruoqing handed the vial to Liu, she also corrected her point of view.
Mrs. Liu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, your ability is the first, and your face is the second. I have the ability, and I can't ruin my face. I'll wipe it out right now."
Mrs. Liu sat there tinkering with the ointment, even briefly forgetting the purpose of her trip.
Until Ms. Sun asked her about the situation in her old house, Ms. Liu suddenly raised her head and patted her thigh hard: "Look at my brain, why can't I remember things? The fourth and fifth sons asked me to come over. Tell Third Brother that Meier wants to reconcile, and ask Third Brother and Sister-in-law to come over and help persuade her."
"Where's mom? What did mom say? Can't she even try to persuade her?" Ms. Sun asked in surprise.
Yang Huazhong also frowned and looked here, why is the fuss getting bigger and bigger?
And Yang Ruoqing was also a little stunned. She had just thought about it in her heart before, but she didn't expect it to come true so quickly.
"My mother? Ha, third sister-in-law, are you kidding me?" Mrs. Liu laughed so hard she shook her head, "She still persuades her? She was the one who kept fanning the flames and encouraged Mei'er to kick Wang Shuanzi!"
"Huh? Is that so?" Mrs. Sun was also dumbfounded.
Mothers in other families hope that their daughters and husband-in-law will be on the same page. Even if there is any minor quarrel, they will try their best to reconcile and not break up for the sake of their children.
What did the mother-in-law think?
"My mother, I really don't know what she is thinking. Let me put it bluntly. With Mei'er's age, beauty, and temper, can she still get married even if she and Wang Shuanzi reconcile?"
"If a man remarries, he will marry someone younger than the other. If a woman remarries, she will either marry an old bachelor or a widower. Why bother?"
"Even if you don't get married and stay in your parents' family, who will raise her? Our mother? My mother has to be raised by me. We can't raise my mother to the West and then raise Meier for the rest of her life, right? There's no such thing! Three Brother, do you think so?"
Yang Huazhong frowned more and more. He didn't pay any attention to the long list of nonsense Liu said. He stood up and said to Sun, "I'm going to visit the old house."
Mrs. Sun also stood up: "I'll go with you."
Yang Huazhong said: "You don't need so many people if you stay at home."
After saying these words, Yang Huazhong hurriedly ran out of the main room. Mrs. Sun wanted to chase her, but Mrs. Liu stopped her and said, "Sister-in-law, please don't go. The east room is so cold that you are still suffering from the cold. It's better to keep warm at home." .”
"Besides, let their sons handle this kind of thing. We, the daughters-in-law, will eventually give us a slap in the face. My fourth son usually scolds Lao Wang's family, but now he is focused on Mei'er. I Too lazy to pay attention to him..."
In front of Liu's 'machine gun', Sun could not find a chance to speak.
In the end, Yang Ruoqing came over and pulled Sun back to sit in the warm tub: "Mom, just listen to my father and stay at home. He will definitely call you over if necessary."
If it were normal times, Yang Ruoqing herself would definitely have gone to the old house.
But she can't go now either.
"Okay then, I'll just wait at home. Hey, why did it happen like this? Can't you live a good life!"
Mrs. Sun was sitting in the hot tub with a frown on her face. For a good wife and mother like her, divorce was a taboo word in her life. Let alone doing it, she didn't even dare to say it. They are all afraid of bad luck.
In order to help Sun transfer the power, Yang Ruoqing told her that Daan and Fuwa were at Sun's house.
"Then I'll go take a look and bring Fuwa back later."
"I happen to be going back too, let's go together."
After saying hello to the little flower in the backyard, Yang Ruoqing helped Sun and went out together.
Back at Luo's house, blacksmith Luo was shoveling snow in the yard. Luo Baobao and Hongxiu were helping nearby. The three of them were busy.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, Blacksmith Luo leaned on a shovel and said to her: "I went over to take a look earlier, and Tang Yazi was still asleep!"
"Well, it's okay, let him sleep more."
Yang Ruoqing walked towards the corner to shovel the snow with a shovel, but was stopped by Blacksmith Luo.
"You don't need to shovel here, just go to the backyard and take care of Tang Yazi. The three of us are shoveling the snow and talking at the same time. I don't know how happy it is!"
Luo Baobao also nodded vigorously, "Mom, I found that as long as you have martial arts in your heart, even if you are just shoveling snow with a shovel, you will feel like practicing martial arts. This feeling makes me happy!"
"As long as you are happy, then work hard!"
In the backyard, Yang Ruoqing entered the house with gentle steps.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Luo Fengtang sitting on the bed with his coat on, holding a book on the Art of War in his hand and reading.
The profile of his face, which was reading quietly, was handsome and profound. The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the room, and the cold lines softened a lot.
"Reading a book before you are well will hurt your eyes."
She opened the jade curtain and entered the inner room. She went straight over and lit the candle on the desk, and the room suddenly became brighter.
Luo Fengtang put the bookmark where he just saw it, closed it and put it next to the pillow, and stretched out his hand towards her.
He was embarrassed to say it, but his eyes were full of words: This general wants a hug.
Yang Ruoqing smiled sweetly, put down the candlestick, turned around and threw herself into his arms.
When you get home like this and open the curtain, you can see him sitting on the bed and smile at him, and you can also throw yourself into his arms. It feels so good!
Neither of them spoke. After hugging each other for a while, he gently rested his chin on her head and asked, "Where did you go to play?"
"I went to my parents' house."
"My father-in-law and mother-in-law didn't go out to pay New Year's greetings today?"
"No, but they are much more tired staying at home today than going out to celebrate the New Year."
"How...how do you say this?" he asked.
Yang Ruoqing raised her head and looked at him with bright eyes: "Did you know? The old Wang family is having a big conflict again. My aunt wants to make peace with my uncle, and my wife is in the old house right now."
"oh?"
Luo Fengtang only raised his eyebrows slightly, but had no other reaction.
He is actually not interested in other people's family affairs and disputes.
But if his wife is willing to talk, he will listen patiently.
Yang Ruoqing knew his character well. He didn't gossip, but she needed an audience the most.
"I'm telling you, it's Jiang Zi's fault..."
She changed her position and sat on his lap, hung her hands around his neck and started talking about Lao Wang's family.
"It all started when Dabai entered Zhangji Baozi Shop last year to study. The shopkeeper Zhang had a young wife named Hongmei..."
