Cylinder?
Yang Ruoqing's eyelids twitched and she quickly took her hand back, as if she had thought of something.
At this moment, Yang Huamei came over with her eldest grandson in her arms. When she saw Yang Ruoqing staring at the 'baby' on the quilt, her expression changed. She stuffed the thing under the pillow and said to Yang Ruoqing. : "That's for the eldest grandson to play with. No wonder I couldn't find it everywhere, so why did it get entangled in the bed?"
Yang Ruoqing caught Yang Huamei's guilty conscience from her panicked eyes, and became more convinced of her previous guess.
"He's still so young. He probably can't hold things firmly with his little hands, and he probably won't be able to play." Yang Ruoqing said this deliberately.
Yang Huamei didn't dare to look directly into Yang Ruoqing's eyes, so she pretended to put her eldest grandson into bed, turned her back to Yang Ruoqing, and said perfunctorily: "It's okay, I can't play now and I can play in a while. Wait." It’s used as a teething stick when he’s teething.”
teething stick?
Yang Ruoqing almost couldn't hold back her laughter, "Auntie, auntie, you are really good at this."
That thing is obviously your toy, right? Use it to make a teething stick for your eldest grandson? My dear mother, what should I do if the salty smell of the sea suffocates my child?
Although Yang Ruoqing has already discovered the truth, she can't have such low emotional intelligence that she could seriously expose her aunt.
And thinking about it from another angle, my aunt would understand even if such personal items were hidden on the bed.
She was only three years older than him. He turned thirty-one on the sixth day of the first lunar month, so my aunt was only thirty-four when she died.
A thirty-four-year-old woman still has physical needs. Her uncle Wang Shuanzi is gone, and her aunt must be feeling empty both mentally and physically. She has never thought about remarrying...
So it’s not easy for my aunt either.
"Auntie, is there hot water in the kitchen? Shall I go get a soup for the baby to warm her feet?" Yang Ruoqing planned to leave the room first because the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Yang Huamei said: "The hot water is gone. I have been busy taking care of the children during this period and have no time to go out to comb the pine feathers. I cooked a meal today. The hot water in the earthen pot is probably cold now."
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Okay, then..."
"It's okay. I'll go to bed and lie down for a while. I'll be warm in a while."
From what Yang Ruoqing heard from Yang Huamei's words, she probably wanted to leave Lao Wang's house on her own.
It happened that Yang Ruoqing also wanted to leave, so she told Yang Huamei and left the door.
When passing by the gate of her parents' yard, she met Mrs. Sun coming out of it. Mrs. Sun was still holding a bundle roll in her hand.
Judging from the size of the bundle, it should contain clothes, shoes, socks and a hat, and there are more than one set.
"mother."
"Qing'er, are you back? How is your aunt? Is she feeling better?"
"Well, it's much better. The eldest grandson is sleeping, and my aunt is staying with him in bed."
Mrs. Sun nodded, "That's good," she patted the bundle in her arm and said to Yang Ruoqing: "I will tell Hua'er about the situation when I come back. Hua'er said that the Fuwa is a girl, and the clothes They are all for girls. She found two sets of clothes that Feng'er used to own, and they are both brand new and unworn. I will send them to your aunt right now."
Yang Ruoqing smiled: "That's better. My aunt will definitely benefit from it. I mentioned this matter before, and she was very happy and said words of gratitude."
Mrs. Sun shook her head and sighed, "Your father is only a biological sister. He is not at home right now. Let's help him if we can!"
"Well, yes, mother, go quickly, I'll go back first."
Yang Ruoqing went home and took care of the family for a while. There was movement outside, and Dazhi came in: "Mom, Grandpa Ga and several cousins have returned from the town to transport disaster relief food. Grandpa Ga asked you to come over and take a look."
Yang Ruoqing glanced at the two boys who were still asleep in the cradle, hesitated for a moment, and then Dazhi said: "I'll accompany you. The babies will come over later. If there is any situation that we can't control, go and call mother back." .”
Just like that, Yang Ruoqing went straight to her parents' house.
There were several mule carts parked in my parents' yard, and each mule cart was filled with bulging hemp bags. The hemp bags were all filled with white rice!
Yang Yongjin and the others were loading bags of relief food into the car. Because the ground was wet from the rain, they moved the relief food directly to the left side of the main room and placed it first in the empty room next to the guest room where Old Yangtou was.
In the yard, in addition to Yang Huazhong and others who went to the town to carry disaster relief food, several village elders, Chang Gen, Daniu and other villagers also came to watch.
The news soon spread throughout the village. Everyone put aside their work and rushed to Yang Huazhong's house. The crowd was in high spirits. They looked at the rice bags Yang Yongqing and the others were carrying on their shoulders. The eyes of these villagers were brightened by the bags of rice carried by individuals. Even though the New Year will be celebrated tomorrow, the joy of celebrating the New Year is simply not worth mentioning in front of the joy of this portion of food!
Some villagers came up and asked Yang Huazhong: "Li Zheng, when will the grain be distributed? How much will be distributed to each family? I have brought bags!"
Yang Huazhong was talking to several village elders about the food relief supplies. When he heard the villagers' questions, Yang Huazhong smiled and said to them kindly and patiently: "Folks, don't be anxious. How should we divide the food? When we went to the town to collect food, the chief security officer explained clearly how it should be divided. When the food was allocated to the county government, the county magistrate would give it to us based on the data that each village had previously sent us. We have made arrangements, and the documents with black and white letters will come down together with the relief grains. The grains will be distributed to everyone at the village ancestral hall at the earliest tomorrow afternoon, and at the latest on the second day of the first lunar month!"
The villagers who came around to inquire were a little discouraged when they heard that there was no food for them. "Why is there no food for now? Everyone is here, and the food has arrived."
Yang Huaming came over and laughed at the person who asked the question: "What are you worried about, you idiot? How much food should be divided among your family members has been clearly written in the notebook, let alone leaving two or three at my third brother's house." God, even if I leave it for two or three months, I won’t lose half a grain of rice for you!”
The villager raised the bag in his hand and shook it, saying, "Yang Laosi, that's not what you said. We are rushing to have rice for the New Year, and the whole family has not had a few full meals."
Others said: "It's not that we don't believe in Li Zheng. Of course we do believe in Li Zheng's character. But now that everyone is here, how about we just separate? We don't have to make another trip!"
Yang Huaming was about to curse again, but Yang Huazhong stopped him.
He continued to talk to the villagers who were clamoring to distribute disaster relief food on the spot: "It's getting dark today, and it's always inconvenient to open the bags and weigh them. If you divide your house, you will divide it into another's house. I turned around in the dark and misjudged the weight." No one is happy!"
"Folks, go back first. The Chinese New Year will be celebrated tomorrow. Let's go to the ancestral hall in the afternoon and we will share the food so that everyone can have fragrant white rice for the New Year's Eve dinner!"
Yang Huazhong directly moved the time of the second day of the first lunar month to the afternoon of tomorrow. Many villagers present became excited and responded one after another.
However, there are always a few thorns in the side.
For example, Lao Wangtou, who specializes in picking up dung at the entrance of the village.
He and his sons came over with buckets and buckets to pick up the rice. When they heard that it would be late tomorrow afternoon, the old Wang family members were not happy on the spot.
