Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11868

In the tea room in the front yard, Yang Ruoqing sat behind the pear wood tea table by the window, drinking tea. Instead of a stool, she was sitting on a futon on a tatami mat.

Sitting cross-legged, he was slowly sipping tea from a small teacup. On the table in front of him, a purple clay teapot with a fine spout was brewing tea on a small stove. Next to him was a metal grill plate with roasted oranges, sweet potatoes, potatoes, peanuts, melon seeds, and other snacks.

The tea room was warm and cozy, filled with the faint aroma of tea. Stepping inside, one felt a sense of relief, as if their tense heart could relax. After being exposed to the cold wind for a long time, their hands and feet, numb with cold, would only truly soften and relax once they entered this tea room, and their whole being would feel alive again.

The lives of the wealthy are truly comfortable. Even though we live in the same village, the furnishings of these two homes are worlds apart…

This was the first thought that flashed through the minds of Uncle Sixi and his maternal uncle as they entered the tea room in the front courtyard of the Luo family.

The Luo family also had two similar tea rooms in their backyard.

Moreover, since the tea room in the backyard is specifically for family use, the two tea rooms in the backyard are in better condition than the tea room in the front yard!
Uncle Sixi and Uncle Sixi could no longer imagine it. Poverty can sometimes really limit people's imagination. It's like when many old men and women in the village gather under the wall to bask in the sun, they will discuss what the carrying poles and hoes used by the emperor in the Forbidden City to carry water and do chores would look like.
Everyone had their own opinions, each offering their own imagination based on their knowledge, and finally they came to a consensus: the emperor must have used a carrying pole made of gold and a hoe made of pearls, agate, and jade. Even the bowls, chopsticks, and bed that the emperor ate and slept in must have been made of gold and silver...

Good heavens! If Emperor Qi Xingyun heard these ideas, they might add a lot of fun to his boring imperial life!
"Madam, the person has been brought over," Xingwang reported to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, turned her face, and glanced at the three people in front of her.

She was completely different from her usual approachable manner when she met villagers. Although she was sitting cross-legged on a futon on a soft couch while the three of them were standing, she gave them a cold look, and the three of them bowed to greet Yang Ruoqing at the same time.

The sense of superiority brought about by that difference in status was instantly amplified.

The aura of power and authority emanating from Yang Ruoqing was clearly and truly felt by the three people on the other side for the first time.

So much so that when the stubborn and fiery-tempered Sixi's mother arrived here, in front of Yang Ruoqing, it was as if her mouth was sealed shut with mud, and two large stones were pressing on her shoulders, making her afraid to raise her head and meet Yang Ruoqing's gaze...

"You gentlemen came to see me about the peanuts, right?" Yang Ruoqing held a teacup in her hand, not drinking, but gently shaking it. Her tone was indifferent, without any emotion. After they had exchanged greetings, she went straight to the point and asked.

Uncle Sixi forced himself to lift his head and look in Yang Ruoqing's direction.

"Miss Qing'er..."

He used to greet Yang Ruoqing whenever he met her in the village.

He called Yang Ruoqing "Qing'er, my little sister." Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, called him "Big Brother." They were of the same generation. He was about seven or eight years older than Yang Ruoqing and two or three years older than Luo Fengtang.

But now that he's here, Uncle Sixi doesn't dare call Yang Ruoqing "sister" anymore. The person in front of him is now making it clear that she won't talk about their villager status. She's an official, the wife of a general, the sister of a governor... Calling her "girl" shouldn't be too much to ask, right?
When Yang Ruoqing heard the way he addressed Si Xi as "Uncle Si Xi," her carefully maintained composure almost crumbled.

“Brother Jinfu, just call me whatever you normally call me in the village,” Yang Ruoqing said. “But to suddenly call me ‘girl,’ you have the nerve to say it, and I really feel embarrassed to respond. I’m a grandmother now, and my granddaughter can talk all the time.”

Since Xiao Qiao returned from Changhuaizhou, Nini's language skills have improved rapidly. Perhaps it's because the time has come, or perhaps it's because Xiao Qiao has been teaching Nini to speak whenever he has a spare moment. Xiao Qiao thinks that when Da Zhi returns home from the capital in his brocade robes, he will be very happy to hear his daughter Nini call him "Dad".

Okay, I've digressed. Let's get back to the present.

When Yang Ruoqing took the initiative to correct him, Uncle Sixi, also known as Jin Fu, a middle-aged man, smiled embarrassedly and explained, "Qing'er, even if you become a grandmother, you will still be the youngest grandmother in the surrounding villages. If you go out and tell people, they won't believe it. You are too young. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call you a young lady."

Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly, took a sip of tea, and said, "Brother Jinfu, let's not rush into addressing each other. Let's get down to business!"

"Okay, okay!" Jin Fu immediately stood up straight, his whole body tense.

Uncle Sixi and Aunt Sixi were also on edge. Although they dared not look up at the soft couch and coffee table, they listened carefully, afraid of missing a single word.

"Regarding your peanut business, I can tell you clearly that I am not involved. This is a matter between you and the government, and has nothing to do with our Yang and Luo families. So even if you come to me with so many gifts, it will be useless. Of course, I will not accept the gifts either."

Upon hearing Yang Ruoqing's clear refusal, Sixi Niang looked up in astonishment, staring at Yang Ruoqing with a surprised expression.

Uncle Sixi was afraid that his sister might say something unpleasant in her haste, so he quickly tugged at Sixi's mother's arm, signaling her to calm down.

Sixi's mother could only grit her teeth, lower her head again, and remain silent, letting the two of them speak.

Sure enough, Uncle Sixi took a deep breath, his face plastered with a fawning smile: "Qing'er, don't be like that. How could we ordinary folks have the connections to deal with the government? We'll definitely have to trouble you to lend a hand..."

“We really can’t help, because our two families have never had any relationship. To put it bluntly, we’ve only exchanged nods in the village,” Yang Ruoqing said directly. “In fact, we even had a conflict recently because of the two children. So, no matter how you look at it, our two families are not related. It’s not worth our family getting involved in this mess and using our family’s connections to help your family get their people out.”

Yang Ruoqing deliberately emphasized the words "not related by blood or marriage," believing that the three people in the tea room, unless they were deaf or stupid, would understand.

Sure enough, both Uncle Sixi and Uncle Sixi simultaneously turned their gazes toward Sixi's mother.

Both men were secretly eating in their hearts; that's exactly where the problem lay!

Si Xi's mother could only lower her head and remain silent, but the arrogant attitude of the mother crab who used to act like she could do whatever she wanted because she was the son had long since disappeared.