Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11718

"Grandma, aunt, Nini is awake. Let's go to her room in the backyard." Yang Ruoqing said.

Tan and Yang Huamei both nodded, and followed Yang Ruoqing and the others to the backyard.

After walking a few steps, Yang Ruoqing thought of something and said to Dazhi and Xiaoqiao, "Go to the front yard and help me do something. After you're done, come to the backyard."

"What's the matter, Mom?" Dazhi said.

Yang Ruoqing then told a story.

This matter was actually just to help pass a message to Wang Cuilian, because Wang Cuilian was taking care of Tuantuan and Yuanyuan, and it was just a simple reminder.

When Dazhi heard this, he felt a little puzzled.

In fact, mother didn't have to tell great-grandmother such a simple sentence. Even if she wanted to tell her, she could just let Linglan and the others tell her.

Why did you make such a big fuss to arrange for Xiao Qiao and I to go together?

"What are you still standing there for? Go quickly, and go back to the backyard when you're done." Yang Ruoqing urged Dazhi again, and her hand secretly pinched Dazhi's arm.

Dazhi will come to his senses and realize that the work is just a cover, and his mother is deliberately trying to get him and Xiaoqiao away!
"Let's hurry over there." Xiao Qiao also noticed it, gently pulled Dazhi's sleeve, then turned around and walked back.

Dazhi also hurried to follow.

After sending the two of them away, Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief, returned to Tan and Yang Huamei, and continued to lead them to the backyard.

As for why we had to send the young couple away?

You will understand it later.

After Dazhi and Xiaoqiao left, Dazhi said to Xiaoqiao, "Did you see that too?"

Xiao Qiao of course understood what he meant. She glanced at him and smiled, "Anyway, it's right to listen to mother. Mother won't harm us."

Dazhi nodded: "Of course she won't do any harm to me. She raised me."

"Pfft..."

Xiao Qiao couldn't hold it back. Despite her reserved and cold personality, she laughed out loud at Dazhi's words.

"What are you laughing at? I'm telling the truth. I was indeed raised by my mother..."

I brought him home when he was one year old, and raised him with great difficulty until he was seven or eight years old. Even after that, even if I returned to Yangzhou, I still had to pay for his clothes, shoes, food, drinks, toilet paper, and education all year round, as well as the money for books, pens, ink, paper, and inkstone...

Which one is not provided by our parents here?
He has never forgotten his son and every year he thinks about bringing him back to stay for a while and reunite with him. The affection between them has not diminished due to the distance between them. On the contrary, it has become more profound with the passage of time.

Just like this time, when I gave birth to a child, my mother had been looking forward to it for a long time, and wrote me letter after letter asking me when I would be back.

I’m afraid that even mother has never been so devoted to her own son Chen’er!
But this cannot be blamed on mother. It is not that mother does not like or feel sorry for her younger brother Chen'er. That is impossible.

Brother Chen'er is their mother's biological child, and he was stolen by bad guys when he was very young, resulting in him being separated from his parents for seven years.

After finding him again, my parents felt even more guilty about their love for my brother Chen'er... But, on the surface, it seemed that my mother had not asked about Chen'er's affairs. Did she not care? Was she indifferent?

actually not!

This depends on Chen'er's brother's personality and style of doing things. He is a strong, independent and autonomous person.

He is an eagle and a dragon; he flies high and far.

So the mother could only bury her concern for him silently in her heart, not daring to express too much, because she was worried that her concern would become an invisible rope of family affection that would bind him to his freedom...

The ultimate love is forbearance, fulfillment, and self-sacrifice.

……

In the backyard, when Yang Ruoqing led Tan and Yang Huamei into Dazhi's courtyard and then into their bedroom, Tan and Yang Huamei's attention was completely attracted by the renovated house.

The dynamic and quiet areas are separated. The places for adults to rest and work and for children to sleep and play are all in an independent and separate state. However, by simply moving the entrance door in the middle or the translucent screen that can be pushed, pulled and rotated, the several spaces can be immediately integrated into one.

"Qing'er, I haven't been to your backyard for a while. It has really changed a lot. There are surprises everywhere!" Yang Huamei walked over and looked at her. There was nothing but amazement and envy in her eyes!
"If I could live in a house like this and raise a baby, it would be like being in a fairyland."

Especially when passing by the activity area where children can crawl around, which was surrounded by wooden stakes wrapped in soft cloth, Yang Huamei stroked the soft stakes with both hands and stared at the center of the carpeted area. She seemed to be imagining her three siblings, Wu Jin, Si Jin and San Jin, crawling around and playing here.

She has three children, who are almost six months old. Children of this age can already roll over skillfully, sit steadily, and crawl around.

But she and Xu Yuanming had limited financial resources, the house was small, and there were so many adults living there, there was really no extra space for the children to crawl.

So we can only let the children crawl around on the bed, but there are three children and one bed is not big enough. But when they crawl, the adults can relax their arms and don't need to hold them in their arms all the time.

So the bed shared by Yang Huamei and Xu Yuanming was trampled almost every day and no longer looked like a place to sleep.

Sijin is quite naughty. He often lies there motionless while crawling. When I pick him up, I find that he was secretly peeing...

"Qing'er, the adults in your family are living a comfortable life, and the children are even more comfortable!" Yang Huamei came back to her senses and could only sigh.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Aren't all the days the same? Our Luo family has only had a better life in recent years. When Tang Yazi was a child, it was so hard. He was the hardest-working child in the whole village."

And how did Yang Huamei live at that time?
She is only half a year younger than Luo Fengtang, and they are in the same age group.

At that time, Yang Huamei was the daughter of Old Yang and Mrs. Tan, their sweetheart and the apple of their eye.

At that time, Old Yang's conditions were typical of those in Changping Village, where one was not as rich as the others but better off than the others, because he had many fathers and brothers in his family, and all of his brothers were strong laborers. They also had 20 to 30 acres of land, which was the inheritance that Old Yang had saved up in his early years.

So for a family of more than a dozen people, food was not a problem. At that time, Yang Huamei would have a bowl of lard, brown sugar and egg drop soup every morning.

Even when I went to bed at night, Tan would wake me up and give me a bowl of lard and egg noodles, or poached eggs with brown sugar as a snack.

Let me ask, does Luo Fengtang have it?

Can other people’s children enjoy such treatment?