Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11239

  If we go back two years, when I met Qing'er when I was twelve or thirteen years old, I'm afraid Qing'er would also despise me, right?

As expected, Yang Ruoqing continued, "Boys aged twelve or thirteen are the ugly ducklings in the eyes of adolescent girls. Otherwise, in our world, there wouldn't be so many girls worshipping seniors. Basically, they look up and rarely look down."

"Qing'er, according to what you said, it will take at least four or five years for Jinling to really win our daughter's eye?" Luo Fengtang asked again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "According to common sense, yes."

"But, in four or five years, our daughter will be twenty-one or twenty-two years old," Luo Fengtang added, with a hint of anxiety in the old father's eyes.

Although he was reluctant to let his daughter get married early, he hoped to keep his daughter by his side longer.

However, when you reach a certain age, no matter how reluctant you are, you cannot delay your daughter's lifelong event.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang have been married for nearly twenty years. She can completely understand what her husband is struggling with with just one look.

She stood on tiptoe and gently pinched his ears with both hands.

"Hey, Tang, what are you worrying about?"

"There's still a long way to go. We can't think that far ahead, and there's no point in thinking that far ahead."

"We just need to live in the present. As for our daughter, her life script has already been written since the first day she came into this world."

"So, let's not worry about this or that in advance, everything will be determined by fate!"

  Luo Fengtang let Yang Ruoqing pinch his ears. As long as his wife liked to pinch them, and as long as her hands didn't count, his ears were worthless, really!

So he raised his hand and supported Yang Ruoqing's wrist to help her relieve the numbness in her hand.

"Qing'er's words today are very profound and enlightened me." He said. "But as a parent, even though I know that my children each have their own destiny, I still want to do something for them."

"What can we do for them? Tang Yazi, the question you raise is quite profound, haha." Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes, "Before we think about this question, I want to ask you a question first."

"Qing'er, ask me, not just one question, even ten or a hundred. As long as I have the brain to answer them, I will answer them without reservation!"

"Okay, then let me ask you, now we two are also uncles and aunts, and we have my parents' children and grandchildren."

"Now, from the perspective of a child, what do you want these four elders, as well as your parents far away in the Liao Dynasty, to do for us?"

"I... let me think..."

"There's no rush, just think about it slowly."

Yang Ruoqing withdrew her hand and pulled Luo Fengtang, who had obviously slowed down, forward.

After passing the pond at the entrance of the village, we walked onto the official road leading to Qingshui Town, and then passed by the gates of the Sun family, the third room, and the fifth room in turn.

Now the water in the village has almost receded, and the remaining silt is left to be dried in the sun, and wood ash and other materials are spread all over the village to disinfect it.

Every household returns to the village during the day, busy tidying up the yard and drying things. When the sun sets, everyone is busy collecting things back into the house, and people rush back to the pasture, waiting to go back and forth to the village tomorrow to continue drying things.

Therefore, the courtyard gates of the third and fifth rooms of the Sun family were all closed.