When they were sent to Yang Yongqing's house, Mrs. Mo was cooking dinner with little Niuniu.
Mrs. Mo was already teaching little Niuniu how to make a fire and cook. Mrs. Jin was stuffing firewood aside and watching everything with a smile.
Yang Yongqing held his son and looked at the sky under the eaves, asking and answering questions. Although his son was still a little baby and had not even learned to call him daddy, this did not prevent Yang Yongqing from teasing his son after returning from work in the fields...
Yang Ruoqing saw a scene like this in the fourth bedroom, where the husband and wife were performing their respective duties, full of fireworks, and enjoying themselves happily!
She was also very happy, especially when she took out the doll, not only did the little girl come over and stand on tiptoe to look at it.
Mo and Yang Yongqing were very happy.
Mr. Mo looked at the number of stitches on the doll in his hand and immediately saw the quality.
"Qing'er, your gift is too expensive and it would be too wasteful to give it to them to play with..."
Yang Ruoqing: "It's just a doll. No matter how expensive it is, it's just for entertainment."
Mrs. Mo saw that little Niuniu was holding the doll in her arms, and couldn't put it down. The younger son also turned his neck vigorously, following the doll in his sister's arms, and even made a loud noise from his little mouth. sound.
The couple looked at each other, neither said any polite words, but accepted it generously.
Before leaving, Mrs. Mo sent Yang Ruoqing to the side courtyard gate and carefully inquired about Tuantuan's recovery along the way.
"When I heard that you were back today, I originally wanted to go over and have a look, but your little cousin has been working in the fields all day. I went to the fields to deliver meals at noon. Not long after I came back..."
"Now is the busy time for farming. Just go about your business. Tuantuan is fully recovered."
"It's good to be cured. You should pay more attention to the follow-up..."
"Is Little Niuniu starting to learn how to cook now? My little cousin is willing to let her learn?" Yang Ruoqing recalled how little Niuniu was wearing an apron, stepping on a stool and holding a spatula, and couldn't help but ask more Mouth.
Mo said with a smile: "He is reluctant to give up, but no matter how reluctant he is, he still has to learn."
"Girls' families, not to mention farmers' families, even wealthy families, have to learn needlework, needlework, and cooking when they reach a certain age."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded.
Indeed, for girls from farmers' families, these things are basic survival skills, and they are also basic skills that a housewife must master.
For wealthy families, learning these things is, on the one hand, to take care of their husbands and children, and to respect their parents-in-law.
On the other hand, it is also for the convenience of the housekeeper.
As a housewife, you don't need to do everything personally, but you must know the condition of the kitchen and what oil, salt, sauce and vinegar are used for.
Otherwise, when the subordinates come up to report accounts and ask for instructions, and you don't know anything about it, let alone the housekeeper, the subordinates will look down on you and dig holes for you at any time.
Furthermore, if you are a big family with many wives and concubines, you need to master these skills even more, because it involves fighting for favor.
For example, today the concubine made a pot of soup for the master and took it to the study, and tomorrow the concubine made snacks and pastries for the master with her own hands...
When it's your turn, you can't even tell the difference between sugar and salt. You lose points!
"So, the child must be taken care of by the mother. I think the little girl is changing every day, becoming more and more like an older child!" Yang Ruoqing added.
Mr. Mo smiled at Yang Ruoqing's compliment.
"You love her and that's why you praise her like this. In fact, she is still a child and is not sensible!"
"Just adding a younger brother has accelerated her understanding."
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Every family is the same."
After leaving the old house, Yang Ruoqing went straight to Lao Wang's house in the south of the village.
There was also a doll in his hand, which he gave to Zhuangzhuang.
Yang Yongqing carried her son into the kitchen and said to Mrs. Mo: "It seems that the doll Qing'er was only given to our family and Aunt Mei'er's house, not to other families."
Mr. Mo nodded, "This thing is rare. One piece is estimated to cost several hundred pennies. Every family gives it away...it's a bit too luxurious!"
Yang Yongqing asked again: "Why did you send it to us and my aunt's house?"
Mo thought for a while, "Sending it to my aunt's house should be her own consideration."
"However, sending it to our family may be related to the fact that we leased a hundred acres of land from my third uncle's family."
Yang Yongqing thought about it and felt that this was also the case. Because of the lease of the land, the two families were more closely connected.
The old Yang family has now developed to this state, with branches and leaves constantly growing, and it is impossible for everything to be smooth.
Uneven.
Externally, it may still be impossible to write two characters for Yang in one stroke.
But internally, the relationship between the big houses and the small houses will gradually change as time goes by.
There are differences between closeness and distance.
It may be that this period of time is close and the next period of time is far away.
It could also be the other way around.
"Let it be. If she gives it away, let's just accept her kindness! It's nothing more than a doll!" Yang Yongqing finally said.
Mr. Mo nodded, but still told little Niuniu: "Just play with the doll at home with your brother. Don't take it outside to play."
Worried that the child would go out and talk nonsense, he added: "It's just this one. If you lose it, it will be gone..."
Little Niuniu raised her head and nodded seriously: "Mom, don't worry, I promise not to say a single word of what you said to my father!"
Mo and Yang Yongqing looked at each other, and the couple were speechless.
This little girl's ears are so smart that I thought she was concentrating on playing with dolls and didn't listen to their conversation!
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On the other side, Yang Ruoqing arrived at Lao Wang's new house.
Yang Huamei and Zhuang Zhuang's grandson and grandson were having dinner. The grandson and grandma were sitting in the kitchen, with an oil lamp burning on the stove.
At a glance, Yang Ruoqing saw two bowls of vegetables placed next to the oil lamp, one was pork belly and roasted potatoes, and the other was stewed egg custard.
The egg custard seemed to be topped with a layer of minced meat.
"Ah, this food is good!" Yang Ruoqing came over with a smile.
You can have white rice, meat dishes and eggs for dinner. This food is already among the top five in Changping Village.
Even the previous dinner at Yang Yongqing's house was not so sumptuous.
It can be seen that the business in Dabai's shop is indeed good, and everyone in the family is taken care of.
Before Yang Ruoqing could explain her purpose, Zhuangzhuang noticed the puppet in Yang Ruoqing's hand, and the little guy's eyes suddenly lit up.
He didn't even eat, so he put down his bowl and spoon and ran to Yang Ruoqing. He stood up on tiptoes and stretched out his hand, trying to get the puppet in Yang Ruoqing's hand.
Yang Ruoqing bent down, smiled and touched Zhuang Zhuang's head, and stuffed the doll into his arms.
He immediately hugged her and ran back to Yang Huamei happily, babbling and gesticulating.
This is telling Yang Huamei that he got a fun thing!
As long as Yang Huamei sees her precious grandson happy, she will be happy, and this happiness is not pretended, it is happiness from the bottom of her heart.
He even became friendly and friendly to the person who sent him this happiness.
