Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1106 There Are Women Patronizing (Fourth)

"These wormwood and calamus are from Sanjia."

"Our family, your Granny's family, and the old Luo's family."

"Qing'er, are you full?"

"I am full."

"Then you send the share from Uncle Luo's house," Sun said.

"By the way, let me tell you, Uncle Luo, that during this holiday, Tang Yazi won't be able to come back from the barracks."

"Please, Uncle Luo, come over to our house for dinner at noon, and let's celebrate the festival together!"

Yang Ruoqing hurried into the village with a bundle of calamus and wormwood in her arms, and walked quickly towards the old Luo's house.

Every festive season misses relatives.

Last night, she dreamed of Tang Yazi.

I dreamed that he was back, I was so happy in the dream.

Just reached out to grab his hand, but it was empty, woke up, and hardly fell asleep afterwards.

It has been more than two months since he left, during which time he sent two letters to report his safety.

This Dragon Boat Festival, I don't know if I have time to come back?
Forget it, if he didn't come back, it must be because he was too busy with military affairs.

There will always be moments of reunion.

After calming down her mood, Yang Ruoqing's steps became brisk.

This Dragon Boat Festival, Uncle Luo is at home alone, so it must be deserted.

No matter what happens, I will invite him over to celebrate the festival together.

Soon, she entered the courtyard of the old Luo's house.

There was no one in the yard, the door of the main room was open, but voices could be heard from the stove.

Deliberately lowered, there are men and women.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised, she didn't find any women patronizing the old Luo's house before.

What happened?
Holding the calamus in her arms, she walked lightly to the back of the kitchen.

There was a small window with sticks of wood hanging from it.

She put her eyes on the past...

In the stove room with not enough light, two figures stood by the pot.

One is naturally Blacksmith Luo, and the other...

It turned out to be the widow of Wang Cuilian from the south of the village!
Yang Ruoqing was secretly surprised.

The moment she heard the woman's voice just now, she subconsciously thought of Ma Shi.

How could it be the widow of the king?
Speaking of this Widow Wang, not to mention Changping Village, even in the eight villages nearby, almost no one does not know her.

She was brought back by a man named He Laoliu from Changping Village who spent a tael of silver from someone outside.

He Laoliu's family was poor. He heard that his mother died when he was born, and his father died when he was two years old.

He grew up eating hundreds of meals.

He Laoliu is not bad, I heard that he had a good relationship with Blacksmith Luo and the others in the past, and they even forged iron together when they were young.

This Wang Cuilian is ten years younger than He Laoliu.

After following He Lao Liu, he gave birth to a fat son named Mao Mao as soon as he entered the door.

The couple took care of the crops together, wearing the stars and wearing the moon, which actually supported the day.

But at this moment, He Laoliu suddenly caught a cold.

In this day and age, wind-cold can be fatal if not treated properly.

He Laoliu was ill intermittently, survived the winter, and ushered in the warmth of spring and the blossoming of flowers.

The weather is getting warmer, and He Laoliu's illness is getting better.

That day I went out to dig the field ditches all day, and it was very hot when I came back.

After drinking half a bowl of cold tea, I was touched.

I had a fever all night, and by the next afternoon, there was no one else...

He Laoliu had no brothers or sisters. From then on, Wang Cuilian, a woman, dragged her two-year-old Mao Mao to live.

It was not easy to pull Maomao to four years old.

That winter she went to gather firewood in the mountains, and took Mao Mao with her.

She loosened Mao Mao, let Mao Mao sit on a big rock and play with the rattle, and glanced at Mao Mao after a while.

Hearing that she was holding back her urine, she left for a while.

When she lifted her trousers and stood up, where was the child on the boulder?
She panicked, and ran after it, only to see a wolf's back flashing past there.

When the news spread to the village, Lizheng was still young at that time, and immediately led the young and middle-aged men in the village up the mountain with hatchets to look for him.

I found it in the middle of the night, and when I found it, the child had only one bloody shoe left.

Wang Cuilian passed out immediately, and was carried down the mountain by the villagers.

When she returned to the village, she fell ill. After being ill for more than a month, everyone thought she was going to die.

In the end, he came back to life, and he instantly aged ten years.

From then on, Wang Cuilian seemed to have been emptied of her soul.

I never saw her joking with the villagers again, she looked like a walking dead by herself.

"Strange, Widow Wang doesn't deal with people, why did she come to Uncle Luo?"

Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised, and looked into the kitchen again.

Inside the kitchen, Wang Cuilian was holding a bowl in her hand, pushing and shoving with Blacksmith Luo.

"Brother Luo, why are you being polite to me?"

"Isn't it just a bowl of mung bean cake? I made it myself. It's a big holiday, so you can take it!" Wang Cuilian said.

Luo Tiejiang said: "Sister Cuilian, your family life is tight, how can I ask for your mung bean cake?"

Wang Cuilian said: "Brother Luo, no matter how poor my family is, I can still afford these few mung bean cakes."

"Besides, these few mung bean cakes are nothing compared to how much you have taken care of me these years?"

Blacksmith Luo still refused, it seemed that he really couldn't bear to accept it.

Wang Cuilian's voice was a little anxious.

"Brother Luo, if you continue like this, you will look down on me, Wang Cuilian."

"Sister Cuilian, I, I didn't mean that..."

"It doesn't mean that, then you can take it!"

"I'm a widow. I can't wait too long with you. Others will read it and gossip."

Wang Cuilian then put the mung bean cake with the bowl on the pot, turned around and ran out of the kitchen.

Blacksmith Luo wanted to chase him, but he stopped at the door of the kitchen.

……

"Uncle Luo, are you at home?"

Yang Ruoqing's voice sounded at the gate of the yard.

"Yes, yes!"

Blacksmith Luo's voice came from the stove, and he immediately came to the yard.

"Qing'er, why are you here? What's the matter?"

Blacksmith Luo asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Uncle Luo, my mother sent me to bring calamus and wormwood to you."

Blacksmith Luo smiled and came over to take the things in her hand: "Your mother has a heart, I'm about to cut it, it really saves me a lot of trouble."

Yang Ruoqing said again: "My parents also asked me to say hello to you, uncle, and go to my house for lunch at noon."

"Okay, okay, let's go!"

……

Yang Ruoqing ran home in one breath, while Sun and Yang Huazhong were slaughtering fish by the well in the backyard.

"Qing'er, why are you smiling? What happened to you?" Sun asked with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "It's nothing, nothing."

Sun said: "There must be something, tell your mother quickly."

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, and asked Sun: "Mother, how is the widow Wang Cuilian at the south end of our village?"

Sun was startled, "Why did you suddenly ask her?"

Yang Ruoqing knew that her parents were not the kind of long tongues who wanted to catch wind and shadows.

So, she told them what she saw in Blacksmith Luo's stove.

After listening, not only Sun was surprised, but Yang Huazhong, who was squatting there scraping fish scales, also raised his head in surprise.

Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Huazhong: "That widow Wang, who hasn't dealt with anyone in the village all these years, why is she so close to Brother Luo?"

Yang Huazhong said: "When He Lao Liu was here, the two families had a good friendship."

"The coffin money for He Lao Liu's burial was given by Brother Luo."

(End of this chapter)