Changping Village.
Small second room.
Wang Cuilian and her two children were playing in the second bedroom. Yang Ruoqing brought sweat towels and water cups to the two children.
It happened that when I met the second room in the hall, not only the second room and Wang Cuilian were there, but also the eldest Sun family, Liu family, and Zhao Liu'er.
Not only that, in the yard, not only the mistress, the eldest Niuniu, and Tuan Tuanyuan were playing, but also the little Niuniu from the Yang Yongqing family and a pair of children from the eldest Mo family.
Jin followed her dutifully, holding Yang Yongqing's youngest son in her arms. In addition, Xiuxiu also held Yongxiao and stood at the door of the hall watching.
Yongxiao also wore a small hat with ruffles on his head.
"This little hat is so cute!"
Yang Ruoqing wiped off Tuan Tuanyuan's sweat, then handed the two of them a water glass with a handle so they could drink.
When she had nothing to do, she came to Xiuxiu and gently pinched the small sun hat on Yongxiao's head to tease her.
Yongxiao actually stretched out his arms towards Yang Ruoqing.
"Ah, this, this is giving me too much face, isn't it? You want to ask for a hug?"
All the women who were chatting in the main room saw it, especially Cao Bamei, who was very excited because this was a feat performed by her eldest grandson.
"This is so rare, Yongxiao, my dear grandson Bao, why do you care so much about your Aunt Qing'er? Bao~"
Amid Cao Bamei's sweet calls, Yang Ruoqing reached out and took the little guy Yongxiao, holding it in her arms while weighing it.
"This baby is well-raised. He feels heavy in his arms! He doesn't look that fat at all. It's real."
Everyone laughs.
Xiuxiu also smiled and shook her sore arm and said, "My arm strength was not very good before. I hugged Yongxiao every day and built up muscles."
Cao Bamei said: "This is a good thing. Hug Yongxiao more, practice some strength, eat more, and the body bones are stronger than before when I was a girl."
"Many of the mothers in the world came here like this. Although they are small, they are very strong."
Xiuxiu smiled lightly.
Yang Ruoqing hugged Yongxiao for a moment, then Xiuxiu came over and took Yongxiao back.
"Mom will show you the brothers and sisters playing, and let my aunt go into the house to talk."
Cao Bamei also invited Yang Ruoqing to sit in the main room.
Yang Ruoqing entered the main room and found Ms. Liu sitting there with an indignant look on her face. She pulled Wang Cuilian there and spoke in a low voice, making gestures while talking.
"Hey, why is Fourth Aunt looking like a red-faced Guan Gong? Who has offended you again?" Yang Ruoqing sat down and asked Mrs. Liu with a smile.
Mrs. Liu turned around and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Don't mention it now. You are hiding at home and not listening to what is going on outside the window. But you don't know that your grandma is pretending to be generous. In order to facilitate your aunt's marriage, she spends a lot of money. Na!"
Spend a fortune?
Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.
Yesterday, my father and his fourth uncle came to Luo's house and wanted to ask blacksmith Luo to come and sit with him at Lao Wang's house.
Blacksmith Luo refused. The old man didn't want to get involved in these things.
So Lao Yangtou didn't say how he was going to have a detailed discussion with Lao Wang's family.
But when he came back after talking at night, Yang Huaming passed by Luo's house and came in to sit for a while. Therefore, Yang Ruoqing, Luo Tiejiang, and even Wang Cuilian, who was being pulled by Liu to be the 'listener' at the moment, everyone was actually one step ahead of Liu last night I learned about Lao Yangtou's compensation plan for the clan members of Lao Wang's family.
Rice, wheat flour, those...
"I'm afraid my grandma doesn't even have a thousand taels of silver on hand, right? How can you spend so much money?" Yang Ruoqing deliberately pretended not to understand, and said to Mrs. Liu, "Let's talk about it."
Mrs. Liu licked her lips that were dry and peeling from talking too much. She turned around to talk to Yang Ruoqing and told her more about the negotiation with Yang Ruoqing last night.
Others in the hall had already heard it from Mrs. Liu before Yang Ruoqing arrived.
Wang Cuilian and Zhao Liuer both knew it last night.
So at this moment Liu was telling it again specifically for Yang Ruoqing, and the words and sentences in it were more complimentary than before.
At one point, Yang Ruoqing felt that if Liu was reincarnated on earth in her next life, she would definitely work as an editor in some self-media industry. This statement was really based on a sensitive point!
In the involution world based on traffic flow, among the tens of thousands of news items refreshed from top to bottom, Liu's news headlines are definitely the most eye-catching.
He might even be the ancestor of Shock Body!
"Qing'er, your grandma doesn't have that much money on hand, but they are just right and blatantly use all the money we give them every quarter to buy rice and wheat flour. It’s going to be distributed to every household in Lao Wang’s family at the end of the year. I’m a good boy, this wave of money is all going to Mei’er again, there’s no end!”
In the early years, the two elders openly and covertly supported Yang Huamei and her two grandchildren, so that was fine.
Now that Yang Huamei has remarried, the two elders have spent a large amount of money to pave the way for Yang Huamei to deal with the aftermath.
"When Mei'er marries Xu Yuanming, will your grandma take out her own coffin book as a dowry for her?" Ms. Liu said with indignation.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and touched her nose, "Fourth Aunt, when it comes to coffin books, my grandma has probably smashed into seven or eight coffin books over the years..."
Mrs. Liu high-fived her hands: "Yes, that's right!"
Yang Ruoqing: "So...there are two coffins this time..."
Mrs. Liu: "..."
And in the old house.
In the east room.
Mrs. Tan was sitting at the window, sewing.
Yang Huamei lay on the rocking chair next to her with a depressed expression, staring dully out of the window of the east room.
On the small stool next to the rocking chair, there is a bowl with several pieces of cut watermelon in it.
Tan went through the needlework, and the embroidery needle beeped through the gray and sparse hair. The needle soaked in hair oil seemed to become extra smooth and sharp, going back and forth on the fabric in his hand, going in and out, as if it were a hundred years old. The harmonious embroidery pattern slowly took shape under the old lady's hands.
Mrs. Tan felt her arm was a little sore, so she stopped and rubbed it. Although she was a one-eyed dragon, the motherly love from her heart still made the look in her only remaining eye gentle and peaceful, like the warm sun and spring water slowly wrapping it. Looking at Yang Huamei, who was lying upright on the rocking chair next to her.
This feeling is so good, it makes Tan feel like she has returned to the days when Yang Huamei was waiting to be married.
At that time, he was doing needlework like this, and Meier stayed by his side, not going anywhere, just the daughter under his knees...
It's not like marrying into Lao Wang's family and becoming someone else's daughter-in-law, wife, mother...
It is sometimes difficult for me to see her. Even when I go back to my parents' house, I always go in a hurry and can't get along happily at all.
It's better to be like this now, get married again, start over, get out of the quagmire of the old Wang family, no longer be a widow for Wang Shuanzi, and drag away your youth alive.
