Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11052

"Mom, go ahead, my brothers are with me!" Luo Baobao said.

"Mom, go ahead, we have a sister." Tuantuan said without raising her head.

"what?"

If you have a sister, you don’t need a mother?

"Yuanyuan, what about you?" Yang Ruoqing asked Yuanyuan who was playing chess with her sister again.

As a result, Yuanyuan said without raising her head: "Mom, go ahead and don't disturb my sister and I playing chess."

Ouch...

One inquiry leads to permanent introversion.

Come on, you siblings, love each other. If I’m ugly, I’ll leave.

Because Mrs. Sun was left in the east room of the old house to help take care of Yang Huamei, no one knew when Mrs. Tan would be able to let her back.

Even if Ms. Tan did not restrain Ms. Sun and Ms. Bao Suyun, given their personalities, they would probably be embarrassed and worried about coming back until Yang Huamei wakes up.

As for Yang Huazhong, Old Yangtou was also left to discuss matters.

In this way, the third room is occupied by Daan and Xiaohua, a couple with their three children.

Although Feng'er is already a teenager and does not need much care, the other two children, especially Jun'er, who has just learned to walk, need to have someone around him regularly.

There are still a lot of things left to do in the third room. There were too many delays due to the affairs of the eldest Sun family.

Originally, the Sun family was going back to Sunjiagou to burn incense today. According to the custom of previous years, Yang Huazhong, Sun Shi, Da'an, and even Yang Ruoqing might go together.

But because Sanfang’s family hadn’t finished all the New Year celebrations, Yang Huazhong and Sun didn’t go back to Sunjiagou to burn incense this year.

Daan went to Sunjiagou as a representative.

As a result, Sanfang is really left with Xiaohua alone to take care of the three children, and Feng'er will probably have to help her.

Because their maids and the like were not brought back to the village, they were all left in the county town, and they would meet again in the county town when they returned to the capital.

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing quickly quickened her pace and came to her parents' house.

Entering the door, you saw a famous scene.

In the main room, Feng'er was braiding Fuwa's hair. Feng'er's hand, which was used to holding a writing brush, was very clumsy and unfamiliar when helping her sister braid her hair.

But as a brother, he couldn't stand his sister's coquettishness, so he continued to help his sister comb her hair with a comb.

Where is Xiaohua?

Xiaohua was also there, with an apron tied around her waist and a spatula placed on a small stool next to her, but there was a basin of hot water in front of her, supporting Jun'er.

Jun'er was wearing a cotton-padded jacket on the upper body, but it was bare underneath. He stepped on the basin with his little feet, stuck out his butt covered with cake, and swayed from side to side, and his little mouth was humming, very happy.

Yang Ruoqing saw this scene when she entered the door, and also smelled the stinky smell.

"Auntie, close the door quickly, my brother is on top of me!"

Fuwa's eyes were the brightest, and she was the first to see Yang Ruoqing, and she quickly shouted to her.

"Okay. Close it now."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and closed the door of the main room to prevent the cold wind from outside from blowing in and surprising Jun'er.

"What? Is this little guy pulled?"

Yang Ruoqing came to Xiaohua and the others, squatted down and helped Xiaohua hold Jun'er, so that she could free her hands to wash Jun'er's vagina.

It's really troublesome to operate with one hand, especially since Jun'er is so lively and active. He likes to twist around and step hard on the water with his little feet, causing a circle of water splashing around the basin. "I was busy cooking dinner in the back. I put him and Fuwa in the fire barrel to warm themselves up, and asked Feng'er to keep an eye on them."

"The kids were having a good time, but later Fuwa said she heard her brother farting. Feng'er was worried that he was going to poop, so she hurried to the backyard to call me."

"I rushed over immediately. As soon as I entered the house, I saw Jun'er climbing down from the fire barrel and standing holding the edge of the fire barrel. There was a blabbing sound under him like fried beans..."

Hearing Xiaohua describe the scene at that time, Yang Ruoqing had a picture in front of her eyes, and it was also paired with sounds and smells.

"Oh my god, this is so...so cute!"

Yang Ruoqing gently rubbed Jun'er's chubby little face and gently rubbed his forehead.

"The fire barrel is so high, how did you get down?"

"I asked him to go down." The Fuwa's crisp voice came from the fire barrel over there.

"Why? Isn't it warm in the fire barrel? Why did you let your brother go down?"

"Auntie, are you stupid? If he pulls daddy into the fire barrel, it will be so smelly, how can I keep myself warm by the fire?"

Facing the little Fuwa who tilted her head and asked seriously, Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

Oh my, what this little girl said is very unique!

And this thinking is really thoughtful. Indeed, rather than pulling the fire barrel and causing the fire barrel to be re-scrubbed and the insoles of the shoes baked in the fire barrel to be invalidated, it is better to let Juner come down and pull it.

At least compared to cleaning the fire barrel and cleaning himself and the ground where he stood, the workload was indeed much smaller.

"Fuwa, how do you talk to your aunt? Who taught you, no matter how old you are?"

When Xiaohua heard what Fuwa said, she, who was always gentle, suddenly raised her head and scolded Fuwa very harshly.

Fuwa was stunned for a moment, her eyes rolled, "Auntie, I was wrong, I apologize to you! Forgive me, okay?"

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and laughed, "Silly boy, you are right, aunt knows that you like aunt very much. It doesn't matter, ah!"

"However, when talking to others outside, you can't say that, and you can't ask whether you are stupid or not. They won't like it, right?"

"Auntie, why do I want others to like me? Family members, if you like me, isn't that enough?"

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was startled again, "Yes, everyone in our family likes you, but wouldn't it be good if more people like you?"

Fuwa thought for a while and shook her head: "Okay, not good either."

"Oh, you little kid, why are you talking so much today?" Xiaohua frowned and stopped Fuwa with her eyes.

However, Yang Ruoqing stopped Xiaohua, "Don't scold her, let her finish her words. I think what our Fuwa said today is very reasonable."

"Sister, you are so spoiled to her... Okay, then hurry up and finish what you said, and then go and have fun with yourself! Feng'er, keep an eye on her!"

Fuwa wrinkled her little nose, this small action was intended to protest against Xiaohua.

But she turned around and stood in the fire barrel and faced Yang Ruoqing and said: "Aunt, of course I like to be liked by more people, but my father said that no one is perfect in this world, and there is no perfect thing. Son."

"Even if it's a flower, some people like it and some don't. Those who like it will run to admire it even if the flower blooms on a steep cliff."

"Paint it, write poems, and pass it on through the ages."

"But for a person who doesn't like it, even if the flower is blooming quietly in his backyard or on the road he passes by every day, he will not stop for it and watch it."

(End of this chapter)