Braised pork belly with potatoes, cucumber and egg soup, and stir-fried cress with soy sauce.
The staple food is sweet potato rice, plus black rice noodles and steamed buns.
As Li Jia ate the food in his bowl, he couldn't help but ask Yang Huazhong: "Have I caught up with you as good eaters now? Or have you always eaten this way?"
Yang Huazhong: "You've always eaten it this way, what's wrong?"
Li Jia asked again: "Then...how do you calculate the money for this meal?"
When it comes to food, both villages have their own ways.
Yang Huazhong said: "My daughter and son-in-law pay for the food, and the village does not collect money."
Li Jia suddenly fell silent, and he finally understood why the people in Changping Village listened to Yang Huazhong's honest words.
The daughter and son-in-law are not only powerful but also rich. They are willing to feed and drink to others. Even if there is no danger of flooding, they are still willing to come over and do things.
Li Jia didn't say anything else, just silently picked up the food. When he was full, he hurried back to Lijia Village.
Before leaving, Yang Huazhong made an agreement with him again. No matter whether the sun came out or not, the river bank could not relax until the water level returned to the safety line!
Otherwise, if this village gives up in advance, it will shake up the villagers in other villages and make management inconvenient.
Therefore, Yang Huazhong and Li Jia must stand firmly together and advance and retreat together.
The Li Zheng of the two big villages has expressed their attitude, and the Li Zheng of other small villages is naturally in a subordinate state.
When the Luo family was having dinner, there were still Wang Cuilian, Tuoba Xian, and Yang Ruoqing at the dinner table.
Wang Cuilian said helplessly: "These two gentlemen are busy on the river embankment, so there's no need to mention it, but the two little ones are at home, and they won't come to eat with us. It's just us."
Tuoba Xian covered her mouth with a handkerchief and smiled gracefully: "These two children are too focused on doing things. Let them do whatever they want, just send the food over."
Yang Ruoqing also had a headache about this.
They send someone to pick up the meals every day, and they bring everyone's meals at once, just like delivering food.
Twice Yang Ruoqing went over to take a look and saw them squatting beside the unformed boats with bowls in their hands and pulling rice. While doing so, they were looking at the drawings and discussing every detail...
Originally, Yang Ruoqing wanted to make some suggestions and let them come out to eat. Seeing this scene, she wisely shut up.
The most feared thing in this world is the word 'focus'.
The spirit of the two children in this regard is worthy of learning from her as an elder.
So all she can do is cook nutritious meals for them every day, and then try not to disturb them.
"Let them be. As long as you're not hungry, it doesn't matter where you eat."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Running around really wastes time. For them, it's a race against time."
Tuoba Xian said: "Qing'er is right, sister-in-law, if we want to see the baby, we can secretly go to the backyard to see it ourselves."
Wang Cuilian also nodded, "I have secretly visited several times, haha..."
Tuoba Xian's eyes brightened: "Me too."
The two grandmothers looked at each other and smiled.
Yang Ruoqing also peeped several times, but she didn't say anything. She just raised her chopsticks and urged them: "Aunt, mother, let's eat quickly. I can bear it, but I can't seem to bear the two in my belly!"
If the elders don't move their chopsticks, the younger ones must not move first. Yang Ruoqing has always abided by this.
Wang Cuilian and Tuoba Xian's eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing's bulging belly at the same time, and they both became anxious.
I was busy talking about the eldest granddaughter, but I forgot that there were two younger ones inside.
"Why are you so honest, kid? Use your chopsticks first when you're hungry. Our family doesn't follow those rules when eating!"
Wang Cuilian was complaining, and she had already pulled a chicken leg for Yang Ruoqing.
The three of them had their dinner in harmony.
When Luo Fengtang came back at night, Yang Ruoqing was lying on the couch beside the bed, sleeping with her head tilted, and the book in her hand fell to the ground.
Luo Fengtang bent down to pick up the book and put it aside, then gently covered her abdomen with the thin blanket on the side.
Looking at her face again, he found that she had opened her eyes and looked at him dimly.
Seeing that it was him, her eyes that were obviously very sleepy were trying to open wide, as if she wanted to carefully identify whether the person in front of her was who she thought she was.
Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, took the hand she extended and rubbed his cheek, and said softly: "Go to bed and I'll take a shower."
He wanted to put her to bed, but the sweat on his body was mixed with mud and water, making it difficult to hold her.
When Yang Ruoqing heard his voice, her sleepiness faded a little more. She touched his stubbled face with a gentle smile, but her mouth pouted slightly.
"I thought you wouldn't be able to come back tonight!"
Last night, the night before, two nights already he had stayed on the embankment.
One night he came back for Yang Huazhong, and the other night he came back for Yang Huaming, and he himself stayed up two nights in a row.
This haggard one had bloodshot eyes.
Luo Fengtang squeezed her hand and smiled apologetically.
"It didn't rain tonight. My father-in-law and fourth uncle asked me to come back and take a big bath, saying that I stink."
He smiled to himself as he finished speaking.
Yang Ruoqing also pursed her lips and smiled, "It doesn't stink, our men smell good!"
The sweat of labor is the most glorious, and the sweat of labor is the sweetest!
Yang Ruoqing got up to find clothes for him. When he entered the bathroom, she went to the kitchen again.
When he came to the bedroom refreshed, she was adding moxa sticks to the smoker there, and there was already a bowl of noodle soup on the table. The braised pig's feet at the top of the bowl were yellow and bright, almost almost invisible under the light. It was transparent, with green onions sprinkled on it. Luo Fengtang only took a glance at it, and suddenly felt empty in his stomach.
Yang Ruoqing accompanied him to finish the pig's knuckle noodles, and chatted for a while. Of course, the most talked about was the weather and the reaction of the villagers.
"I asked my father-in-law to hand out the exemption forms, and all the villagers who insisted on moving back signed their names and had their thumbprints pressed."
Of course Yang Ruoqing agreed with this, because she and Luo Fengtang came up with the idea of a liability exemption letter together.
They are not the nannies of the villagers. They are not responsible for everyone's property and life safety, and they have no ability to take responsibility.
Taking the lead in building river embankments, distributing free meals, and actively preparing disaster relief food...
It's enough for them to get this far, what else do they want?
No Bodhisattva is so affordable, right?
The reason why you have achieved this step is not because the hearts of the Holy Father and Holy Mother are overflowing, but because your social status and influence have risen to that level, and you have to do it.
This is called the mind and magnanimity of the superior. If you do it, your points will not necessarily increase. If you don't do it, your points will definitely decrease.
Everyone is hanging out in the court, how can there be such an obvious minus point? That is equivalent to handing one's own handle into the opponent's hands.
(End of chapter)
