Wanghai County, Changping Village.
As noon approached, there was a lively sound outside the yard.
At this time, Zheng Xiaoqin had already gone back, changed into red sleeves and was helping Yang Ruoqing hold the child in the room.
"Listen to this noise, it should be uncle and the others who are back." Hongxiu said softly, holding Tuantuan in his arms and pacing in front of the bed.
Yang Ruoqing is wiping Yuanyuan's chin. This younger brother has recently learned to blow bubbles. Except when he is asleep, his little mouth never stops. His chin is basically sticky, which is very expensive for his bib.
After hearing Hongxiu's words, Yang Ruoqing continued to work on her hands and said: "Calculating the time, it's almost time to come back. By the way, you come over and help me take care of the baby. What's going on in the kitchen?"
Hongxiu pursed her lips and smiled, "My godmother sent me here to help you take care of the baby. No, Yao Ying is still staying in the kitchen. She is better at serving food than me."
Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then smiled.
What did Hongxiu think of? She turned to Yang Ruoqing with her arms in her arms and asked in a low voice: "Sister, do these four girls want to marry me, Dazhi?"
Yang Ruoqing: "Hey, you can see all this."
Hong Xiu said: "A woman understands a woman, what can't be seen? It's written on her face in every move she makes."
Yang Ruoqing hesitated, "The other three are obvious. As for Yao Yue... no way, she is only twelve or thirteen years old, even younger than my baby Luo."
Hong Xiu smiled and said, "Don't underestimate the little thoughts of these girls. It's okay for farmers to be busy digging in the soil to fill their bellies. It's like those small families in towns who have no worries about food and clothing, or... In an official's house, the back house is in deep water, so let me tell you the story. The thing I saw most when I was a kid was the overt and covert fights between my mother and my father's concubines."
"Those sisters born from concubines haven't learned to walk yet, so they are taught by their biological mothers how to choose husbands and how to win favors when they grow up. When a person has been exposed to these ghosts and tricks the most since he was a child, let alone At twelve or thirteen years old, even six or seven years old, she probably speaks and acts with purpose."
Yang Ruoqing hugged Yuanyuan, gently caressed his back and asked him to lie on her shoulder to eat, looking at Hong Xiu.
"Listening to what you said, is it possible that Yao Yue is the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind?"
First, let her cousin Yao Ying fight with Huang Guier. She did not participate, but only helped Yao Ying fight back against Huang Guier when the time was right, showing her generosity and deep sisterly love.
Hong Xiu said: "Everything is possible."
Yang Ruoqing filtered through the four girls who coveted her son next to Shun'er in her mind, and finally smiled with relief.
"I think this kind of thing ultimately depends on 'fate'. Without fate, there is no point in fighting over it. Without fate, even if we look at each other, it won't work."
"Sister, your future mother-in-law is really big-hearted, why don't you get involved?"
"I'm just messing around. It's not me who chooses the person to sleep with me. It's Dazhi. When he grows up, let him make his own choice. I'm only responsible for providing reference opinions. As long as he makes up his mind, even if it's a crooked one. I am also actively helping him prepare betrothal gifts!"
Yang Ruoqing's words were true. Even if a sick child like Xiao Qiao was in trouble, 99% of her mother-in-law would not like it or accept it.
But Yang Ruoqing was different. If Dazhi still insisted on marrying Xiao Qiao after understanding the stakes, she would not hesitate to stand behind him and support him.
Life can be said to be long or short, but the important thing is the experience in the process.
Compared with the interest rate of fame and the continuation of incense, if you have a confidant around you who can empathize with you and advance and retreat together, that is also a kind of happiness.
People cannot place their happiness in a single aspect. Spiritual satisfaction is sometimes more important than material things.
At the door, brother and sister Dazhi and Luo Baobao originally came to the backyard bedroom to meet Yang Ruoqing, but halfway there, Luo Baobao smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen, and suddenly became distraught.
Putting aside his ambition, he changed his route and ran to the kitchen.
Dazhi entered the bedroom alone. As soon as he reached the window, he heard the conversation between Yang Ruoqing and Hong Xiu.
Especially Yang Ruoqing's last words clearly stated her views on his marriage, which made Dazhi feel very uncomfortable.
Indescribably moved and grateful.
But at the same time, I felt a deep sense of guilt and self-blame.
He didn't have the courage to go in and see his mother at this time, so he quietly turned around and left the bedroom, heading towards his study.
Along the way, he was thinking about the question he had been thinking about for the past few days.
That is, I am still so young, only sixteen years old after the New Year, so marriage is not very urgent.
What's more, is a man just content with being a mere civil servant?
Although my mother said that rather than pursuing fame and interest rates, she cared more about whether his family was happy and whether there were common topics between the couple.
He admitted that Xiao Qiao was indeed his confidante, and the two of them seemed to have endless topics to talk about together.
However, he is a man, and a man's responsibility is not only his wife and lover, but also his father, mother, brothers and sisters.
Da Zhi walked faster and faster, and the fists in his hands became tighter and tighter.
That decision is already firm in my heart!
He pushed open the door of the study room, sat down in front of the desk, spread out the snow-white paper, and dipped the tip of his pen in ink.
After pondering for a while, he wrote down what he wanted to say to Xiao Qiao on the paper in front of him, hoping that Xiao Qiao would understand!
If she were my close friend, she would definitely understand my difficulties.
Yang Ruoqing didn't know that her previous words had invisibly helped Dazhi strengthen his determination and make new and different decisions.
At this time, Tuan Yuan Yuan was already sleepy, and she and Hong Xiu were busy putting the two little guys in the cradle.
Try not to take children outside during this season. The temperature outside is too low, and children have weak immune systems and are prone to catching colds.
Moreover, there are no vaccines for children in this era. Smallpox, chickenpox and other things that are nothing in later generations may destroy a child in this era.
In Changping Village, many people are nicknamed Mazi.
Most people who are called Mazi have the sequelae of smallpox or chickenpox when they were children.
There are also many people called Lezitou.
Sores on the head, that kind of shingles, etc. In short, small problems that could be solved with a bottle of ointment in later generations are all difficulties that medicine has not overcome in this era.
Although Yang Ruoqing is a time traveler, her abilities are limited. It would be great if she could use the knowledge of later generations to tinker with common typhoid medicines, sore medicines, and daily care items to make money.
Unlike some time travellers, who bring their own space, there are all kinds of medical equipment in the space. After completing the mission, the system can also reward various advanced medicines for future generations. The golden finger is even thicker than Optimus Prime.
