Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11958

He was so engrossed in writing and drawing that he didn't even notice Yang Ruoqing coming up behind him.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the things he had written and drawn on the floor tiles and almost burst out laughing in anger.

He drew a little person with two braids on the ground, and wrote the three characters "Mai0er" crookedly next to it.

No, to be precise, it's two words. The 0 in the middle represents that he doesn't know how to write it, so he drew a circle to indicate it.

But when put together and combined with the image of a little figure with two whips, it is clearly a drawing of wheat grains.

Next to Mai Li'er, he drew a very exaggerated sword, with the sword resting against Mai Li'er's neck...

Once she understood the meaning behind the painting… Yang Ruoqing’s lips twitched.

Yuanyuan, that stubborn mule, turns out to be a little coward too. After being taken advantage of by Maili, and unable to get revenge, she can only vent her emotions through calligraphy and painting...

The sword was merely held to Mai Li'er's neck, serving as a threat and an attempt to force her to submit.

If the sword in the painting pierced Mai Li'er's heart, then Yang Ruoqing really needs to take it seriously and properly guide and correct Yuan Yuan's thinking.

Fortunately, it wasn't that serious. This shows that the child's bottom line has always been there.

That kid is kind of interesting.

"Ahem." Yang Ruoqing deliberately coughed twice.

Sure enough, Yuanyuan was startled. He turned his head and looked up to see Yang Ruoqing standing behind him. He was so frightened that his face changed color. The next second, he quickly turned around and hurriedly used his little hands to wipe the things drawn on the floor.

Yang Ruoqing pretended not to see it and turned around to sit in the armchair next to the octagonal table.

"Come here," she said, her voice carrying an air of authority without anger.

"Oh," Yuanyuan responded, reluctantly getting up from the floor and slowly making her way towards the table.

Unlike before, when he would rush into Yang Ruoqing's arms like a puppy, this time he hesitated and stopped five or six steps away from the table, his head drooping, his little hands fiddling with his waistband, his body swaying irregularly and slightly from side to side.

Although he kept his eyes down and deliberately avoided looking at Yang Ruoqing, he still managed to steal a quick glance at her expression out of the corner of his eye when she picked up the teacup on the table to drink tea.

Yang Ruoqing took a couple of sips of tea, deliberately left him waiting for a moment, before putting down her teacup and looking at him.

"Why are you standing so far away? Come here, come to me." She spoke again, her tone carrying an undeniable authority.

Yuanyuan initially wanted to resist, but when she met Yang Ruoqing's gaze, well, she chickened out again.

He reluctantly approached Yang Ruoqing, but before he could even stand still, he saw Yang Ruoqing raise her hand.

Startled, Yuan Yuan quickly raised her hands to protect her head, crying out, "Don't hit me!"

After he shouted, it became awkward because Yang Ruoqing's hand was on his shoulder.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him, a little amused and a little helpless: "What are you yelling for? Let me show you your arm."

"Oh." Yuanyuan remained silent, but her face turned slightly red.

Yang Ruoqing gently rubbed his right shoulder and asked, "Does it hurt here?"

Today, Yuanyuan failed to make a move twice and was instead pinned down by Mailier. He is only three years old. When his arm is pinned down and he struggles hard but cannot break free, it is inevitable that his arm will ache.

"It doesn't hurt!" Yuanyuan said.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but glance at him again, "Really?"

He nodded vigorously, "It doesn't hurt at all."

"Oh, it's good that it doesn't hurt." Yang Ruoqing let go of her hand.

What do you mean it doesn't hurt? You're just putting on a brave face. While I was massaging his shoulders, Yang Ruoqing lifted up his cotton-padded jacket and looked over. The skin on his shoulders was noticeably red.

However, it's not a big problem. If it were a big problem, he wouldn't be able to pretend to be strong and would just scream in pain.

"You lost both bets you made with Mai Li'er today, right?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Yuanyuan frowned and reluctantly hummed in agreement.

"If you're willing to gamble, you have to accept the consequences. If you can't win, you have to admit it, understand?"

"Understand."

"You must humbly learn from those who are more capable than you, remember that?"

“I’ll remember,” Yuanyuan said, “but I’m not going to ask Maili for advice!”

"why?"

"Because she's a girl, people will laugh at me if I ask a girl for advice!"

“Who is this person? Tell me their name, and I’ll tear their mouth apart!” Yang Ruoqing said.

Yuan Yuan looked bewildered, because the "others" he was referring to were just "others," and he himself didn't even know who they were.

"Anyway, it's already embarrassing enough for a boy like me to lose to a girl, let alone ask her for help? I don't want to!" Yuanyuan put her little hands behind her back and turned her face away.

Yang Ruoqing pinched his chin and turned his face to face.

"Remember this: the strong in this world are not defined by gender."

"You've already lost to a girl. What you need to do isn't to be resentful or protect your worthless pride, but to figure out why she's better than you. If you want to improve, you need to be humble, down-to-earth, and not act impulsively or always think you're the best in the world!"

"There is no such thing as the best in the world. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Yang Ruoqing didn't expect Yuanyuan to understand everything she said, but she wanted him to understand the spirit she wanted to convey and the attitude she wanted to express.

Although he was the youngest son of the Grand General who protected the country, and his family was indeed powerful, his parents and elder brothers could not protect him for a lifetime.

He has his own path in life, which he needs to walk himself. His life's script will have pitfalls that are unique to him, and he will have to step into them one by one, learn from them, and grow little by little.

If you are blinded by pride and vanity, how will you face the storms of life in the future?

"Mom, I... I understand. I know I was wrong," Yuanyuan said softly, lowering her head.

Whether he truly listened to her words or was frightened by Yang Ruoqing's way of grabbing him by the shoulder and lifting him up while speaking, he said he understood and knew he was wrong.

Yang Ruoqing put him down and said, "And about your brother, it's true that he shouldn't have said those things to provoke you, but you hit him first, so that's wrong of you."

"Mother, you said it yourself, it was my brother who provoked me first, he laughed at me!"

Well, when the topic of her brother came up, Yuanyuan became stubborn again, and not only stubborn, but also very aggrieved.

“I’ve already criticized my brother, and he apologized to me and promised he wouldn’t do it again,” Yang Ruoqing said.

"Really? Brother has already admitted his mistake?" Yuan Yuan's eyes lit up, her pupils rolling around.

"And what about you? Will you admit your mistake?" "Mom, my brother has already admitted his mistake, which means it's his fault. Why do I have to admit it too?"

Yang Ruoqing never imagined that Yuanyuan would have such a layer of logic when it came to admitting her mistakes.

Is it enough for just one person to claim an error? If another person claims it, isn't that redundant?

Well, that's true of some things.

Just like what happened to the second son of the Mai family last time, one side was an adult and the other was a minor.

When an adult infringes upon the personal safety of another adult, the adult is necessarily at fault and bears full responsibility.

It's impossible to hold the Wheat Ear and Wheat Grain sisters wrong; what could they possibly have done wrong? Right?

But in the case of the two brothers, it's a problem for both of them, and the responsibility should be shared equally.

Yang Ruoqing held Yuanyuan's shoulders and told him very seriously, "No matter what, you can't make the first move. Under what circumstances would you make the first move? There are several conditions that need to be met."

"First, if the other party shows signs of wanting to fight you; second, if you can't communicate with them verbally and they continue to act unreasonably and prevent you from escaping unscathed, then you can appropriately use your force."

"But you must use force within limits. Deterrence is the best policy. Your father taught you martial arts to protect yourself, not to fight and be aggressive. In particular, you must never point your fists at your own family. Do you understand?"

Yuanyuan lowered her head and whispered, "I understand."

"Then you hit your brother, wasn't that wrong?"

He nodded rapidly.

"Shouldn't you apologize if you're wrong?"

"The main road."

"How so?"

“I went to my brother and said, ‘Brother, I’m sorry, I won’t hit you next time.’”

"Yes, he's a good boy."

Yang Ruoqing's tone softened as she gently stroked his round head, "Brother is practicing calligraphy now, would you like to help him grind the ink?"

"it is good."

Yang Ruoqing got up and took Yuanyuan back to the dormitory. With her acting as a middleman, the two little ones apologized to each other face to face. Not only that, Yang Ruoqing also made them hug each other and counted to 20 before letting them go.

This method was something Yang Ruoqing had come up with before. Whenever the two little ones fought, Yang Ruoqing would punish them by making them hug 20 times.

When Luo Fengtang returned from outside, he heard from Luo the blacksmith about what had happened at home that day, and also learned that Yang Ruoqing was making Xiao Hei kneel as punishment in the backyard.

"Qing'er wouldn't let us go over to persuade her, saying it would embolden Yuanyuan."

"But in such cold weather, to make the child kneel on such cold ground, if his knees get frostbite, it could be a lifelong problem."

"Tang Ya Zi, you should go to the backyard and take a look. There are a hundred ways to punish a child. Tell Qing'er to calm down. Yuan Yuan is still an immature child..."

Luo Fengtang reassured Luo the blacksmith and Wang Cuilian: "Uncle, Aunt, don't worry. Qing'er knows what she's doing when she punishes Yuanyuan."

"She carried the child for ten months and gave birth to her. In this world, I can say that no one loves and cares about Yuanyuan more than her."

Luo the blacksmith and Wang Cuilian exchanged glances, knowing that if they said this to Luo Fengtang, who was fiercely protective of his wife, they would definitely get this kind of response.

But upon further reflection, Luo Fengtang's words made sense. How could Qing'er not feel sorry for Yuanyuan? It was indeed the grandparents who were overthinking things.

Luo Fengtang calmed the two elders down and strode quickly to the backyard.

His sons were naughty, so he just gave them a beating. He was worried that Qing'er would get upset over it, which wouldn't be worth it.

As a result, when he entered the dormitory, he immediately saw the two brothers, Tuanyuan and Tuanyuan, in a harmonious scene by the desk.

The older brother writes the characters, and the younger brother grinds the ink; it truly shows brotherly love and respect!

It was completely different from the smoke-filled battlefield and carnage he had imagined.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing, who had heard the commotion, came out of the bathroom and saw that Luo Fengtang had returned. A faint smile appeared on Yang Ruoqing's face.

"You're back? Are your shoes damp? Do you want to get a new pair?" she asked.

Today, Luo Fengtang and she split up. He went to Tie's family home to intimidate her family.

When you go out for a walk in the dead of winter, the moisture from the dry grass along the roadside can easily wet your shoes, and your toes can get hot and sweaty, which can also wet your socks. So the more it is winter, the more often you need to change your shoes.

“Okay, let’s change to a different pair then.” Luo Fengtang sat down on the soft couch.

The two children greeted him and then went back to their work, seemingly engrossed in practicing calligraphy.

Yang Ruoqing brought over a pair of dry shoes, squatted down in front of Luo Fengtang, and prepared to help him change his shoes.

He grabbed her wrist, saying, "Don't get your hands dirty. I can do it myself."

Yang Ruoqing glared at him and said, "What are you saying? It's not dirty at all!"

Luo Fengtang smiled, his gaze sweeping over Yang Ruoqing's fair and delicate hands, which had just been coated with hand cream, and said, "It's because I don't want you to help me take off my shoes. My wife's hands are so beautiful, it would be a waste to use them to take off shoes."

Yang Ruoqing also looked down at her hands, and indeed, they were well-maintained.

But even the best-maintained hands should still do what they're supposed to do.

Not everything needs to be done by others. Picking your nose or rubbing your skin still requires the help of these two hands, right?
If a hand can't perform its function, can it still be called a hand? It's better to cut it off and put it on a pedestal!

Of course, Yang Ruoqing didn't say these words out loud. She just stubbornly held Luo Fengtang's foot and helped him change his shoes in a very forceful manner.

Luo Fengtang was so pampered that he seemed almost drunk. Needless to say, he was overwhelmed with gratitude. His eyes followed Yang Ruoqing with a tenderness that seemed to drip with affection.

Yang Ruoqing was speechless. They had been married for 20 years, so why was he still so 'useless'?
"The children are all here, so watch your eyes."

She glanced at the desk and whispered a reminder to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang raised an eyebrow, put his arm around her soft waist, and made her sit down close to him.

Heavens, he's already been quite restrained just because those two little brats are hanging around in front of him.

Otherwise, given what just happened, he would have had to hug and kiss his wife to satisfy his craving.

"How's the matter with the Tie family going?" Yang Ruoqing asked after sitting down.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "Everything is taken care of. Her father and brothers will help persuade her."

"That's good." Yang Ruoqing smiled.

"You should know about what happened between those two brothers before, right?" she asked again.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "I came from the front yard; my uncle and the others told me."