Early the next morning, Yang Ruoqing led Dazhi to visit Yang Huazhong's house next door.
Dazhi kowtowed to Yang Huazhong and Sun Shina, presented gifts to Lao Yangtou and Daan Xiaohua, and then presented the gifts he brought back with both hands.
"Gong Ga, Po Ga, these are local specialties from Yangzhou. It is Zhi'er who honors you."
"Oh, you kid, why do you spend so much money on this rare trip? It's too expensive!"
Mrs. Sun held Dazhi's hand and looked at her grandson up and down, with joy in her eyes.
Yang Huazhong sat aside and nodded repeatedly with a smile on his face.
"Zhi'er, if you can come back to spend the New Year with your mother, it's the best gift for Grandma Gagong! Come, sit down, sit down and talk." Yang Huazhong also greeted her repeatedly.
Dazhi thanked Yang Huazhong and looked at Yang Ruoqing again. Seeing Yang Ruoqing smiling and nodding towards him, Dazhi sat down uprightly.
Everyone was looking at Da Zhi, and Da An secretly nodded in appreciation at his eldest grandson, who was almost as tall as his uncle.
Although Zhi'er's style is a little inferior to Chen'er's, is Chen'er's style comparable to that of ordinary people? They are very rare in the whole Daqi, and they are the best among the best.
Although Zhi'er is not as good as Chen'er, Zhi'er is already considered an outstanding young student. His movements are elegant and full of bookishness.
Da'an is a scholar himself, and he likes to interact with scholars, so he randomly found a topic and started chatting with Zhi'er.
While their uncle and nephew were chatting, everyone else was also chatting.
They talked about their own affairs, and they talked about their own affairs. They seemed to have no quarrel with each other, but they all revolved around Dazhi and Yangzhou.
Of course, Dazhi's main energy was spent talking about problems with Da'an. He occasionally responded to other people's questions, but most of the time Yang Ruoqing, a mother, answered on his behalf.
This seemingly messy and disorderly conversation method may seem strange, but in fact it is surprisingly harmonious and warm.
"Zhi'er said earlier that he would be back last night? Why didn't you say anything? We might as well go over and see the child at night!" Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yang Ruoqing said: "It was already dark when I got home last night, so I didn't disturb my parents. Besides, there was something going on at home last night. Tang Yazi went back to the military camp overnight, so he didn't even bother to pay attention to his parents. "
Yang Huazhong and the others were all surprised, "The Chinese New Year will be celebrated the day after tomorrow, why can't we slow down at this juncture? Let's have the New Year's Eve dinner before leaving!"
Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Master, father, mother, when we get to Tang Yazi's position, even if we sit at the New Year's Eve dinner table and pick up chopsticks in our hands, when the emperor's decree arrives, why don't we immediately put down our chopsticks and leave?"
At this time, in order to show that he had been around for a long time, and that his experience and knowledge were far superior to others, Lao Yangtou said: "Yes, Tang Yazi is a general, and the burden on his shoulders is not comparable to that of ordinary people. Why? The emperor does things to ensure the peace of the country, and those who do big things don't stick to trivial matters, and it will be the same if they make up for the New Year's Eve dinner next year!"
Yang Huazhong also nodded in agreement: "Yes, our father is still knowledgeable and sensible."
Yang Ruoqing also expressed her gratitude to Lao Yang, thanking the elders in her family for their understanding and support.
Therefore, even though Ms. Sun had similar thoughts to Wang Cuilian's and felt a bit regretful that they could not have New Year's Eve dinner together, the men in the family had said so, so they could only keep their thoughts in their hearts and not say anything that would drag them down.
Sun then continued to focus on Dazhi and asked Yang Ruoqing about how long Dazhi could stay at home, the situation in Yangzhou, etc.
Yang Ruoqing patiently answered each one. Sun looked around again and asked Yang Ruoqing: "Where is Bao'er? Why didn't she come with you?"
Yang Ruoqing said with a smile: "I slept with me last night and talked so much that I forgot the time. No, I slept in!"
Sun smiled lovingly and said, "Bao'er has to get up early to practice Kungfu all year round, regardless of the weather or the heat. It's very hard. It's hard to go home to celebrate the New Year, and it's cold in the morning, so it's better to stay in bed for a while."
Yang Ruoqing nodded. It was true. The palms of her daughter's hands were covered with calluses. The skin was broken and re-condensed, and the skin was broken and re-condensed. Layer by layer, every year, all the tears and sweat were condensed. Those hands that don’t match his age.
But Yang Ruoqing believes that God will not mistreat anyone's hard work and sweat. Sooner or later, she will break out of her cocoon and become a butterfly. All this will be her glory. To use a sentence in My Little Pony: Yeah, this is Baby Luo's. Beautiful logo!
Soon Blacksmith Luo came over. He first greeted Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong, and then said to Dazhi: "Zhi'er, the uncle has tied up the carriage for you, and the coachman you brought back has also eaten. , when do you think you will leave?"
Dazhi immediately stood up and said to Blacksmith Luo, "Uncle, I'm leaving right now."
Then, he said goodbye to Daan and the others.
Da'an also stood up, a little surprised: "Grand nephew, where are you going when you just came back?"
Dazhi pursed his lips and smiled lightly: "To be honest, several cousins from relatives came to Yangzhou. They have long been attracted by the customs and customs of Mianniu Mountain, so they came to visit and I will receive them."
Da'an said "oh" meaningfully and asked no more questions.
If it's just a few classmates or good brothers from the past, that's fine.
Cousins and cousins have a slightly different meaning.
But this is Dazhi's private matter, and also the private matter of his sister's family. As the brother-in-law, it is inconvenient for him to ask more questions. I believe his parents will definitely ask about it later.
Sure enough, Dazhi left with Blacksmith Luo, and Sun couldn't wait to inquire with Yang Ruoqing.
"Why are my cousins here so far away? What's going on?"
Not only was Sun's face full of urgency, but Old Yangtou and Yang Huazhong were also looking at this side. Obviously, this news also affected their hearts.
Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that her gossip gene might have started from them...
"Mom, this is what happened..."
Yang Ruoqing then explained the general story of the matter in a concise and concise manner. The meaning was similar to what Dazhi said. Anyway, she just came to play, nothing else.
Obviously, the people in this room are not children. You guys look at me and I look at you. There is clearly disbelief in their eyes.
Old Yangtou said directly: "The conditions for Dazhi are placed with his relatives in his hometown in Yangzhou, but it is a big fat piece of meat dripping with fat. Everyone opened their mouths and wanted to eat this piece of meat. Woolen cloth!"
Yang Huazhong was quite speechless at the old man's analogy, "Dad, you obviously want to do such a beautiful thing as getting married, but in your mouth, why does it just mean eating and drinking? And it sounds very greasy."
(End of chapter)
