Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11023

"Auntie, please stop talking. If you keep talking, I will burst into tears again."

Yang Ruoqing interrupted Wang Cuilian and glanced at the remaining tinfoil papers on the table, "Use as much of these as you want. Cut off a few more sets of clothes for Amao."

"Thank you very much, Qing'er! This is really great. My Amao has clothes to wear over there..."

Wang Cuilian took a few pieces of tinfoil paper in her hand, feeling happy and grateful at the same time.

Yang Ruoqing saw Ronggu looking lost and staring at the remaining tinfoil paper on the table. She guessed that Ronggu also had this idea?

Come to think of it, who can not worry about it?

So, Yang Ruoqing said to Aunt Rong: "Aunt Rong, when you first come here, if you have relatives you want to commemorate, you can go and cut some winter clothes, and then burn them at the land temple when the new year comes."

Wang Cuilian also looked at Rong Gu. From Rong Gu's expression, she saw the same entanglement as herself.

I am confused because I married into the Luo family, that is, the Luo family.

And Amao was born to her previous husband, not the Luo family. If she was too obvious, or went to mourn Amao too frequently, the Luo family would find out, even if they didn't say anything, they would feel uncomfortable.

Besides, if other people in the village find out about it, they might start gossiping and say that she did such a thing to bring bad luck to the Luo family.

She may even say that she can't forget the man and child in front of her. She is in the Luo family, but her heart is still in the house in front of her.

Besides, there are also customs and rules in this area, so she really can't burn things for Ah Mao often.

Unless there are some special days, such as the Ghost Festival, she can burn a little bit for Ah Mao.

But this time, Qing'er gave her so much tinfoil paper at once. Not only could these tinfoil papers be used to burn several sets of clothes and shoes for Ah Mao, but they could also be tied with some gold ingots and burned, so that Ah Mao could have money to spend there. Have clothes to wear.

In her heart, she was very grateful to Yang Ruoqing for her consideration, so when she saw that Ronggu was also entangled with her, Wang Cuilian went to persuade Ronggu: "Logically speaking, it is against customs and rules for us to burn it for outsiders like this."

"But this time it was Qing'er who spoke, so let's just accept Qing'er's advice and take this opportunity to pay homage to the person we want to pay homage to. Then we will feel at ease in the future."

After hearing Wang Cuilian's words, Ronggu looked at Yang Ruoqing's encouraging eyes next to her.

Ronggu said: "Thank you, old lady, and madam for your kindness and consideration. Then I will take two of them and use them for a while."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "That's right!"

Yang Ruoqing turned on the oil lamp and said to Wang Cuilian and Ronggu: "We only have one hour to do it. We have to go to bed early tonight. Let's get on with it. I'll help you."

As for Mrs. Gapo Sun's cold clothes, they had already made them with the help of the two of them and neatly stacked them aside.

So now Yang Ruoqing is free to help them.

Wang Cuilian said: "I don't need your help here. You can do it quickly. Just give Rong Gu a helping hand."

Yang Ruoqing went to help Ronggu again, and Ronggu was flattered: "Madam, just sit down, I can do it myself."

"It's okay. You cut it and I'll glue it on for you. It'll be faster this way."

During the next process of helping Ronggu, Yang Ruoqing discovered that the clothes Ronggu cut off were obviously made for the old woman, and she even used them to wipe her forehead.

Moreover, there is a pattern engraved in the middle of the forehead, which looks very elegant...

"Ronggu, I would like to ask, are these things made for your mother?" Yang Ruoqing asked. When she bought Ronggu before, she had learned about Ronggu's family situation and knew that her parents had died long ago...

Ronggu shook her head: "I made it for the old lady who served me in my former master's house..."

"Oh, I see!"

Wang Cuilian was a little puzzled when she heard that Ronggu was not doing it for her deceased parents, but for someone else.

"Why don't you do it for your parents?" Rong Gu slowly shook her head, "Compared to my parents, the old lady is the one who really protects me. Without her, I would have been bullied beyond recognition by those people. ”

"Ah?" Wang Cuilian was stunned.

She was born in the countryside, and it was difficult for her to imagine the cruel things going on in the deep house compound based on Rong Gu's words.

But Yang Ruoqing understood.

Not only because she has been in contact with the so-called powerful people in this life, but also because there are not too many descriptions of this aspect in the film and television works and novels in her previous life...

Therefore, based on Ronggu's previous experiences, Yang Ruoqing overlapped her with the maid Yuanyang who served Mrs. Jia in Dream of Red Mansions.

It's just that the status of the master she served was far inferior to that of Jia's family. It was a beggar's version of Jia's family...

But the darkness and cruelty inside is probably even worse than the real Jia Mansion.

"Ronggu, you did the right thing. You are a kind and righteous person." Yang Ruoqing said, "I think the old lady will be happy if she is alive in heaven."

Ronggu smiled faintly: "She protected me in the past, but now their family has fallen apart and their relatives and friends are busy trying to distance themselves from them."

"The old lady's grave probably has no descendants to pay homage to. If I burn something for her, I can feel somewhat relieved."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Yes, you did the right thing. Come on, let me help you do it together. Let's work harder and put in some more gold ingots later, so that the old lady will have more money over there..."

……

Yang Ruoqing and the others took advantage of the time to finish everything at once.

Then they packed up their things, blew out the lights, and went back to their houses to wash up and sleep.

When Yang Ruoqing lay on the bed, covered with soft quilts that smelled of ultraviolet rays, there were two lovely sons lying next to her...

She let out a long breath.

It's still so comfortable, not only comfortable, but also very practical.

After a while, in the night outside the house, a "bang bang" sound came from far and near.

Occasionally, there will be short bursts of firecrackers taking turns in every corner of the village. Sometimes they will come to the main road at the entrance of the village, and then circle back to the village.

In this way, the cycle repeats all night long.

Yang Ruoqing knew that this year, several 'senior officials' selected in the village according to their age were patrolling the village.

The 'Guan Nian' is different every year and must be a man.

The uncle and dad have already been ranked two years ago. If I remember correctly, in a few years, the second brother Yang Yongjin and Luo Fengtang will be ranked...

Time flies so fast!

Year after year, if you don't pay attention, twenty years will pass in a blink of an eye!

During the Chinese New Year this year, Tang Yazi wonders if he will be able to come back.

In his latest letter home, he said that he could not come back, but he also said that he would try to come back in the first month of the year or in the spring.

We haven’t seen each other for a long time and miss him. We are already a middle-aged couple. We are embarrassed to write our thoughts on our faces, so we can only carve them deeper into our hearts...

(End of this chapter)