Splendid peasant girl busy farming

At night, Yang Ruoqing coaxed Tuantuan and Yuanyuan to sleep first, while she sat on the soft couch opposite the bed, sorting out the clothes for the two children to wear for their birthday tomorrow.

Tuantuan's little clothes are a set of red Wufu boy's satin quilted clothes with white fur collars on the cuffs, collar and hem.

The round one is made of blue satin, and the other patterns are the same as those of Tuantuan.

It's still early winter at this time, and the weather is getting colder, but it hasn't reached the cold winter yet, so children can just wear cotton-padded clothes and pants.

After all, they had to wear thickened sleeping clothes inside. Between the dirty clothes and the quilted clothes, Yang Ruoqing also prepared woolen sweaters for the two brothers.

The socks and shoes are also brand new.

Some of these things were prepared by Yang Ruoqing, such as the clothes outside.

The socks were prepared by Xiaoduo and the shoes were prepared by Wang Cuilian.

In addition, Xiaoqin, the godmother, also prepared two small hats for Tuan Tuan Yuan. If the weather is windy tomorrow, let the two of them wear the small hats. If it's a sunny day, forget it, so you don't have to sweat all over your head.

The little clothes are folded neatly and placed side by side on the soft couch. The two little guys can put them on when they get up tomorrow morning without having to look for them everywhere.

Then, Yang Ruoqing prepared another pile of plates and packed the fruits and snacks that she would serve at home tomorrow overnight.

Although it was clearly stated that no gifts would be accepted, and no banquet was prepared for the guests, the family would just celebrate the birthdays of the two children behind closed doors.

However, Gong Lao Suntou, who gave the red envelope, must definitely invite him over for a drink.

Old Suntou is here, so Old Yangtou and Tan must also invite him.

Xiao Duoniang and several others are also there.

Xiaoqin is the godmother, so others don’t have to invite her. The godmother Xiaoqin must come over to have a meal and celebrate her birthday with everyone.

The only ones left are the Luo family.

Calculating it this way, there is still a table full of people.

When all the fruits and snacks were ready, Yang Ruoqing let out a long yawn and looked up at the hourglass map of landscapes on the bedside table.

It's almost midnight, which means it's almost twelve o'clock in the morning. Time flies so fast this night.

She put down her work, got up and went to the shower room to brush her teeth, wash her face, relieve herself, and then get ready to go to bed.

The water in the basin is obviously warm, and the bathroom and bedroom are connected, so it is very warm.

However, just as Yang Ruoqing rubbed the sweet potato on the back of her hands, a wisp of cool wind suddenly blew past her ears.

It gave her a sudden shiver.

She raised her head and looked at the window of the bathroom. The window was closed tightly, making it almost impossible for the cold wind from outside to get in.

Yang Ruoqing went to the dormitory again to check. Although there were gaps in the north and south windows of the dormitory for ventilation, the gaps were cleverly designed so that no cold wind could flow in.

The cold wind just now came out of nowhere, could it be...

A not-so-good premonition suddenly arose in my heart. At this moment, the curtain suddenly moved automatically twice without wind, and then, a group of sleepy murmurs sounded from the bed...

"mom……"

"Hey, mother is here, mother is here!"

Yang Ruoqing responded, quickly stepped forward, lifted up the curtain and came to the bedside.

This bed is a very retro old-fashioned bed.

After lifting the curtain, this kind of bed has two entrances inside. On the left and right sides of the first entrance are rungs for hanging clothes. There are small round tables, small round stools, and toilets on the ground floor.

There are lanterns, kettles, teacups, etc. on the small round table.

In some wealthy families, if they need a maid to stay with them at night, they will get a footboard in the first door, and the maid will sleep on the footboard so that she can always listen to the owner's instructions. Further inside, there are bed pedals connected by the bedside tables on the left and right sides.

Yang Ruoqing stepped on the bed pedal, opened the curtain and looked at the two children on the big bed.

The younger brother Yuanyuan slept soundly, with his back to the outside, and his chubby little face was so pressed that it was deformed.

The older brother was sleeping on the outside of the bed, and the little guy was sleeping on his back, with a bright red face, his little hands raised on both sides of his head, his little mouth squirming, and a murmuring sound coming from his mouth.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her ears and listened for a while, but couldn't hear clearly what he was saying.

However, from these vague words, she captured two words: Mom...

Mother?

Yang Ruoqing remembered that she had heard Tuantuan shouting like this before.

That's not right, this child has always called himself mother, or mother, since he was little.

When did you call mom?

Even in the fairy tales Yang Ruoqing told their brothers, she almost replaced the mother in the story with her mother.

Use dad, father, to replace the father in the story.

Why did this child suddenly call her mother?

Where did you learn it?

And look at his two small hands, sometimes spread out on the side of his head, and sometimes clenched again, his brows furrowed, and he would twist his body a few times and kick his little feet twice, as if he was trying hard to grab something.

"Tuantuan? Tuantuan? Wake up, son."

Yang Ruoqing leaned down and picked him up, wrapping him with the quilt.

She checked and found that although the child's face looked red, he had no fever and no sweat on his body.

After Yang Ruoqing picked him up, she wrapped herself in a small quilt and came to the first place she entered. It was still inside the tent, so it was very warm and would not catch a cold.

Just like that, Yang Ruoqing walked back and forth for a while holding Tuantuan, and Tuantuan gradually relaxed.

His breathing became smooth and even, his frown relaxed, and his little hands dropped again.

Seeing that it didn't matter anymore, Yang Ruoqing put him back on the bed and checked that the old locust tree pendant hanging on his feet was still there.

Then he took off his coat and lay outside the bed, guarding the two children.

Outside the window, something seemed to fall on the branches, and there seemed to be eyes staring at the bedroom in the dark night.

The rubble above the head seems to have night owls jumping over from time to time...

Yang Ruoqing's nerves became tense again. She was annoyed by this invisible and intangible aura interference.

The skills she practiced were all real moves, and the opponents she dealt with were all physical forms of humans or animals.

Similar to this, a gust of wind here, a sound there, a vague sigh from a corner...

It really upset her, and she wanted to punch her in the face. Why were she so sneaky? If you have the guts to stand up, the whole world will be destroyed!

Never underestimate a mother's anger!

Suddenly, Yang Ruoqing thought of something and quickly got out of bed to find her spiritual Moye sword.

And hang it outside the curtain of Qianjin Babu bed.

This sword is an ancient sword. When this sword was made, it was the swordsmith himself who took the Soul Sacrifice Sword.

There was a pair when it was released, and the other sword Yang Ruoqing gave to Chen'er.

In the years that followed, this Moye Sword fell into the hands of different powerful men in the world and drank their blood.