"Qing'er, let's go back and finish your little grandfather's funeral. Does your father really want to send Yang Huasheng and his son to jail?"
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "It's just to scare them. This matter...doesn't constitute going to jail."
"Ah? Stealing money from a dead person is considered theft. You don't have to go to jail for theft? If I had known it would be such a good thing, when I left with your fourth uncle..."
"Fourth Aunt, stop it, stop it."
Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and made a gesture to stop talking.
She really couldn't laugh or cry about Liu's thinking, but she still told her patiently: "First of all, we must have a positive outlook on life, and don't think about shortcuts."
, shortcuts are dead ends. "
Mrs. Liu chuckled, "I just said casually, I am still a down-to-earth person..."
"That's good." Yang Ruoqing continued: "For the crime of theft, you will definitely go to jail and get a slap on the wrist, but didn't the father and son attempt theft?"
"If he had known that, he should have been allowed to touch a copper plate, so that he would have been convicted!" Ms. Liu muttered.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "My father must be trying to scare Uncle Hua Sheng. After all, he is his nephew, and he has a similar amount of blood flowing through him."
If the little grandpa were still alive, he would probably think so too.
Mrs. Liu seemed to understand, but three words popped into her head: Protect the calf!
"Oh, by the way, Qing'er, why does your father call your cousin 'eldest grandson'?"
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, "Maybe... it's intimacy."
"Or maybe... he couldn't remember his name at all, and he was afraid of being embarrassed by calling him the wrong one."
You can't just say 'Who is that? ''that whoever? ''What is that? '
"After all, he is an old man of seventy-five or six years old. There are so many children and grandchildren in the family. He probably doesn't recognize them all, let alone the grandson of the grandpa who is just one floor away."
When they arrived at the entrance of the village, everyone went their separate ways. Liu and the others went to the old house, while Yang Ruoqing and Sun went to the main road at the entrance of the village.
Luo Fengtang hasn't come back yet. Yang Ruoqing and Sun's wife are washing their feet facing each other in the main room. The door of the main room is half closed. Sun happens to be facing the main door, so she rubs her feet and looks out.
"Mom, what are you looking at?"
Yang Ruoqing also twisted her neck and looked behind her.
The lights were on in the yard, but the light was dim and nothing could be seen.
Sun said: "I was thinking, your father and fifth uncle should have received the news by now, right?"
Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, "The guards sent by Tang Yazi are working hard. My father and the others must have received the news."
Mrs. Sun nodded, "Will we be able to get home almost tomorrow afternoon?"
Yang Ruoqing: "If you get up early and won't be delayed on the way, it should work."
"That's good, I'm still waiting for them to come back and see them for the last time before they are buried." Mrs. Sun added.
Yang Ruoqing corrected: "The main thing is to wait for Yongbai, the grandson, to come back. As for my cousin Lan'er, she will definitely not be able to come back in time."
It would take seven days at the earliest to send the news to Xiushui Town in the south.
Then she came over, and it would take seven days at the fastest, and half a month passed every time she came back.
This does not rule out whether she will be delayed on the way to take care of her son. If she is delayed, she will be a month younger.
But even so, Yang Ruoqing would send a message to cousin Lan'er later, at least telling her about it.
As for when to come back to worship, it depends on cousin Lan'er and brother-in-law Ahao's own arrangements.
"Xiao An should come back with your father and the others, that is, Da'an..." Sun hesitated.
But Yang Ruoqing understood what she wanted to express.
She leaned over and held Sun's hand: "Mom, Da'an is further away than cousin Lan'er, and I can't make it back even if I say so."
If Lao Yangtou died, he would have to send him a message to come back even though he was thousands of miles away.
Not only did he have to rush back, but he also had to keep his filial piety for Lao Yangtou, Ding You.
This is true for Da An, and so is Xiao An.
Who makes them the direct grandchildren?
Mrs. Sun washed her feet first and put on her shoes and socks, while Yang Ruoqing continued soaking.
When the weather gets colder, you should soak your feet more. It will feel comfortable and your whole body will be warm. You will feel that your muscles and meridians have been opened up.
"Qing'er, please soak for a while first. When you get up, mother will wipe it for you." Mrs. Sun said.
There was no way, now that Yang Ruoqing had such a big belly, it would be a hundred difficulties for her to bend down and wipe her feet.
"Mother-in-law, please rest for a while and I'll wipe Qing'er."
Luo Fengtang entered the main room dressed in night clothes. He first said hello to Mrs. Sun, then went straight to Yang Ruoqing and knelt down.
The big hands used to holding swords touched the warmth of the water, then held up her feet, gently rubbing the soles of the feet for a foot massage.
Mrs. Sun watched all this quietly from the side, with a happy smile on her face.
"Well, feel comfortable, use a little more force..."
"good."
Luo Fengtang smiled gently, without any impatience on his face.
Yang Ruoqing leaned back on the chair, narrowed her eyes comfortably, and hummed.
Mrs. Sun watched this scene from the side, her smile getting deeper and deeper.
But he deliberately blamed Yang Ruoqing: "You kid, you have to pinch your feet to make me come. Tang Yazi has been busy all night, and you didn't let him rest when he got home."
Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes with a smile.
She also deliberately hooked a little water with her toes to annoy Luo Fengtang: "Did you hear that? You are my son-in-law, and I am a fake daughter-in-law. My mother is already fighting for you."
Luo Fengtang smiled, raised his head and said to Sun, "Mother-in-law, I'm not tired."
"If you're not tired, why don't you sit down for a while? How can you wash your wife's feet right after entering the house? If someone sees you, they will laugh at you, a big man." Mrs. Sun added.
Although she and Yang Huazhong lived respectfully as guests all their lives, they never had any quarrels.
But here, they still abide by their respective duties.
The male leads the outside and the female leads the inside. Yang Huazhong works hard for the family, and Mrs. Sun takes care of the housework and takes good care of the children.
Washing feet and making beds is basically Sun's responsibility.
Yang Huazhong never washed Mr. Sun's feet. Ms. Sun always gave him foot-washing water.
But he felt sorry for Mrs. Sun and refused to let Mrs. Sun wash his feet. This matter was left to the other women in the village. Mrs. Sun was already envied by many women.
Moreover, Sun was originally going to Qing'anjun to give gifts to the He family.
On the one hand, I followed him to show my respect and care for the He family, and at the same time, I also wanted to take care of Yang Huazhong's food and daily life in Qing'an County, wash his feet and change his clothes, etc.
As a result, just after she arrived in Qingshui Town, she suffered from motion sickness and vomited to the point of vomiting. Yang Huazhong saw something was wrong and asked Chen Biao to send her back.
"Mother-in-law, I like to wash Qing'er's feet. This is something I do willingly. No one dares to laugh at me."
Luo Fengtang did not laugh this time, but told Sun this matter seriously.
It hurts to have a wife back. As a man, there is no shame in loving his wife.
