Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1014 Qing'er's Lifetime Event (third shift)

Yang Huazhong froze for a moment, then grinned.

"It's nothing urgent. I just called our brothers over to discuss this year's Chinese New Year. By the way, I also mentioned ancestor worship." He said.

Mrs. Sun said 'Oh' and stopped asking any more questions.

Yang Ruoqing took the quarrel away.

"Didn't grandma celebrate the New Year with uncle and the others this year?" she asked.

Yang Huazhong said: "Yes, although we celebrate the New Year with your uncle and the others, the rest of our houses have to prepare New Year's ceremony for the two elders."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Regarding this, I made it very clear when we separated.

The two elders took turns living with several sons, and each son spent a month at home.

When he was sick and in pain, the son whose turn it was at that time was responsible for the medical expenses and care.

The other sons also had to visit.

But when the festival is divided into years, several sons have to bring clothes and food to the old couple.

Especially during the Chinese New Year, money must be given to the elders.

This is what Old Yang must have said when he summoned his father.

"It's a New Year's gift for Grandma Qing'er, I've already prepared to be there." Mrs. Sun said again after washing the dishes.

"Third brother, you can choose a double day later, and send it to the second elder earlier." The woman urged.

Yang Huazhong nodded.

Sun went on to say: "After Qing'er's grandma and my natal family's New Year's gifts are given away, we will start preparing for the New Year."

Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up when she heard that she was going to be busy.

During the Chinese New Year last year, a family of five was still squeezed into three small houses.

But at that time, she made tofu and saved a few taels of silver in her hands.

Originally, I planned to take my family to have a year of eating meat and wearing new clothes.

But on the 24th night of the twelfth lunar month, Yang Huazhong was handcuffed by the yamen servants to the county seat and sent to prison.

During those few days when other people's homes were busy, hers was in dire straits.

Mother and her two younger brothers were frightened at home, and she and Tang Yazi ran around the county to rescue...

Forget the past.

"Mom, let me handle the Chinese New Year this year, okay?"

Yang Ruoqing said excitedly.

I want to take this errand to make up for the regrets of last year.

Known daughter Moruomu.

Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing lovingly: "Okay, then you can handle it."

Yang Huazhong shook his head, "You can't let Qing'er handle it."

"Why?" Yang Ruoqing was a little anxious.

Yang Huazhong also looked at her with a distressed expression, "You girl, are you so busy that you are so busy doing business and making money, that you forget about your life's major events?"

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing was startled.

Yang Huazhong glanced at Mrs. Sun, and said, "In the past few days, Big Brother Luo has talked to me about this several times."

"These two children are also married, and the Dragon Boat Festival and the Mid-Autumn Festival will also be given away."

"The rest is this year's ceremony."

Hearing Yang Huazhong's words, Sun also reacted.

The woman's eyes filled with ecstasy.

"That's right, after delivering this year's gift, it's time to go through the 'passing the door'." The woman said.

After the 'passing through the door', the day of marriage should be fixed.

Thinking of this, Sun's eyes suddenly turned red again.

"Is this the last year our daughter will live with us?" asked the woman.

Tears fell down.

When Yang Huazhong saw the woman crying, the man felt the same way.

Happy, but also reluctant.

But men can't cry.

"Ms. Qing'er, this is talking about our daughter's happy event. Why are you crying? Are you old and unlucky? Don't cry now," the man persuaded.

Sun quickly raised her palm to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The eyes of the couple fell on Yang Ruoqing, who had obviously not recovered.

As the protagonist of the story, Yang Ruoqing's face now became a monkey's butt.

"Father, mother, what are you talking about!"

Her expression was a little twitchy, which is rare.

"What's the last year? Even if I get married, I'm still your daughter!" she said.

Sun raised her hand and stroked Yang Ruoqing's head gently.

"Silly girl, even if you go to the sky, you are still your parents' daughter!" said the woman.

"Let me discuss it with your father, and find a day later, so that the old Luo family can come over for New Year's gift."

"By the way, when will Tang Yazi come back from the military camp? It would be better if he was at home..." Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while: "He should be home within two days."

Sun said: "That's good."

In the afternoon, Blacksmith Luo came to talk to Yang Huazhong again for tea.

Yang Huazhong then told Blacksmith Luo about his plan.

Blacksmith Luo happily went home and prepared to go, and when Luo Fengtang arrived home, he brought New Year's gifts over.

After delivering the New Year's gift, Yang Ruoqing will be picked up to 'walk through'.

The day is chosen in this small half month of the year.

As for the marriage, let's stop here for the time being.

……

In the twelfth lunar month, every household is busy washing.

Taking advantage of the sunny day, after breakfast, Yang Ruoqing first helped Mrs. Sun carry the quilts at home to dry in the yard.

Then, I went to the yard of Ga Po's house next door to help unpack, wash and dry the bedding.

Bamei has been working in the restaurant in the town for the past few days, and she will not come back until the restaurant closes on the 24th of the twelfth lunar month.

Dasun's family is busy waiting for the pigs to be slaughtered.

The housework all fell on the old lady Gaposun.

Yang Ruoqing came over with Mrs. Sun to help.

Sun was drying the quilts and cleaning the house, while Yang Ruoqing rolled up the replaced quilt covers and took them to wash.

"Qing'er, the pond water is freezing your hands in this cold weather, you leave it there, and mother will wash it later." Sun told her from behind.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll wash it with well water in our yard first, and then go to the pond to shake it, it won't freeze."

……

Back at the well in her backyard, Yang Ruoqing began to prepare.

Two large wooden basins for bathing in summer, washboard, mallet, soap locust powder, hair brush...

She put the changed quilt into the big tub, sprinkled it with saponin powder, and was about to get up to dig well water.

"Qing'er..."

Yang Ruoqing looked up and was surprised.

Mu Zichuan?
She stood up straight and looked at the slowly approaching person.

Not seeing each other for half a year, Mu Zichuan has also grown taller.

His face was still as handsome as ever, but his figure was like a mature young man.

"Why are you looking at me like this? After half a year, don't you recognize me?"

He gave a low laugh, and walked slowly towards Yang Ruoqing.

The Tianshuiqing long robe, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, wrapped the slender and straight body.

The black hair cascaded down his body like a waterfall, and a strand of black hair was picked from each side of the ear, and then fastened behind his head with a blue bamboo hairpin.

handsome, elegant.

Elegant and gentle.

Hearing his question, Yang Ruoqing came to her senses.

She twitched the corner of her mouth: "Why don't you recognize him? Mu Juren is now a celebrity in our village!"

Mu Zichuan raised his eyebrows.

"Why do I hear this? It doesn't sound like a compliment, but rather a bit of sarcasm?" He asked.

(End of this chapter)