Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11978

On one side is Xiaohua, and on the other side is Xiaowei.

When the first stirrings of love in youth meet the dazzling lights of adulthood, it's a dilemma between a cherished memory and a cherished ideal.

Yang Ruoqing has no doubt about Da'an's feelings for Xiaohua. Perhaps the proportion of romantic love is not as high as that of Xiaowei, but the scales of familial affection will inevitably tip towards Xiaohua.

However, Xiao Wei is not only his new love, but also the person he longs to repay, yet has yet to find the opportunity to do so.

With two buffs stacked together, plus the novelty and passion brought by his new love, Da'an, a normal man who was just 30 years old, was full of energy and had achieved great success, was completely infatuated.

Time flies, old friends are not what they used to be, and the most fleeting thing in the world is youth; youthful beauty fades from the mirror and flowers fall from the trees.

Alas, Yang Ruoqing could do nothing but sigh deeply in her heart.

The next day, as everyone had agreed the day before, Da'an and Xiaohua were to deliver New Year's goods to the grassland.

Originally, Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing were also going to go together, and the group would have lunch at the grassland before returning.

However, this afternoon, all the members of the Yang family were going to meet at the second branch of the family, and the Sun family would be holding a banquet and slaughtering a pig for the second branch of the family in the afternoon. This pig was pre-ordered by Yang Yongjin.

They were just waiting for the Sun family to slaughter the pig, and then the clean, hot pork would be sent to the small second room separated by a wall.

The women who had been waiting in the second room took out the kitchen knives, cutting boards, hammers, and other tools they had brought and began their performance.

Therefore, Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi did not go to the grassland, but instead sent Da'an and Xiao Hua with the children.

Yang Ruoqing didn't go either; she just sent Tuantuan and Yuanyuan with Da'an and the others.

"Sister, why aren't you going together? The help you need to do at the second branch of the family is for the Yang family, so you don't need to go through that trouble." Xiao Hua was puzzled as to why Yang Ruoqing wasn't going.

Because in the past, my sister would definitely accompany me.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "I just went to the grassland a while ago, so I won't go this time. We're going to Zhoujia Village tomorrow, so I'm packing my things at home today."

"Oh, alright then." Xiaohua didn't suspect anything and then told Sun Shi, "Mother, I'll be back after I finish lunch. I'll go help out in the second room during the afternoon and evening, so don't worry."

Madam Sun said, "You and Duo'er play your games, I'll take care of the help! Don't trouble yourself, you just came back from the capital!"

Xiaohua smiled and shook her head: "I'm young and not tired. Anyway, don't worry, I'll be back after I eat."

"Alright, I'm not in a hurry, then you all should set off quickly!" Madam Sun helped Xiao Hua put the children onto the carriage.

Da'an rode his horse alongside the carriage, waving to the others, "We're leaving now."

Da'an's eyes were bloodshot, probably because he had been having trouble sleeping last night. As he left, he avoided looking directly at Yang Ruoqing.

Fine, Yang Ruoqing doesn't want to see him now either. Seeing him only annoys her and doesn't solve the problem. She just wants to drag the person who caused the problem off his horse and beat him up! However, she also knows that Da'an is not the one who caused the problem entirely. His original intention was to repay a debt of gratitude.

As they continued cuddling, they couldn't resist the allure of an 18-year-old girl, and the two ended up embracing.

Damn it, he's the same age as my niece! That damn Da'an! Yang Ruoqing's fists were itching again. She looked up and saw that Da'an and his carriage had already gone far away.

"Qing'er, come in and have a bowl of tea?" Madam Sun turned her gaze from the departing carriage and saw Yang Ruoqing still standing there looking in the direction the carriage had gone. Madam Sun smiled gently: "Don't worry about them, they'll be back after lunch."

Concern? Yang Ruoqing's lips twitched. Yes, it was concern. She would put a dog leash around Da'an's neck, hang him on a tree, and give him a good beating. That was her 'concern' for Da'an!
Yang Ruoqing took Sun's arm and entered the main room of the third house, just as Yang Huazhong was filling his pipe with tobacco.

Yang Huazhong didn't smoke pipes when he was young. But when he was over 40, one day he suddenly unlocked the genes of a farmer and started smoking pipes.

Now, when he goes out to stroll around the village or wander in the fields, he always has a pipe stuck in his waistband.

Then, there would always be a tobacco pouch made by the Sun family, filled to the brim with tobacco.

Not only him, but all the other men in the village were like this. Even if their families were poor, if they were out and about and smoked, they would definitely have a bulging tobacco pouch hanging from their waist.

In this way, when they meet other men who also smoke, they will offer each other their tobacco.

If someone goes out without their own tobacco and always borrows from others, it's a huge loss of face in the village, and they'll be looked down upon. Men, however, might forgo other forms of prestige, but when they're out in the world, they can't afford to lose face in this area.

So, Yang Huazhong was clumsily picking at the tobacco with his rough fingers, carefully stuffing it into the bag. Once it was full, he would press it down a few more times, then continue stuffing and pressing...

This scene left Mrs. Sun both amused and exasperated. "You, you, how many pounds are you trying to pack up and take out? Can you even finish it all?"

As she spoke, she stepped forward to help him press down.

"Next time I might as well get you a burlap sack," she muttered.

Yang Huazhong chuckled, "Several of them like the taste of our tobacco, so I'm thinking of bringing them some more."

"Who are they?" Sun asked.

Yang Huazhong said, "It's Changgen, Shuisheng, Hongtao and the others."

Sun remained silent, because these were all Yang Huazhong's childhood friends and people he frequently interacted with these days.

"Dad, Mom, are you free right now? I have something to tell you." Seeing her parents' harmonious scene, Yang Ruoqing really didn't want to say this, because once she did, what she was about to say would really spoil the mood.

But after thinking it over, and considering the results of the discussion with Luo Fengtang in bed that morning, even if it was disappointing, I had to take advantage of the fact that Da'an and Xiaohua weren't home today to inform the two elders about this matter. Secrets can't stay hidden forever, especially since last night, Madam Sun also learned from Xiaohua that Da'an seemed to be seeing someone else.

Sun was unaware of the specifics, but Yang Ruoqing had warned her not to tell Yang Huazhong.

Yang Ruoqing knew Sun's personality well; she couldn't keep it a secret for long, and sooner or later she would tell Yang Huazhong.

Therefore, it would be better to bring this up myself sooner rather than later and see what the two elders think!
"Of course there is, Qing'er, what do you want to say?" Yang Huazhong spoke first, looking at his daughter with gentle eyes full of patience. Sun Shi looked over, and perhaps thinking of something, a trace of tension and worry flashed in her eyes.

Despite her nervousness and worry, Yang Ruoqing had to speak. She cleared her throat, "Please sit down first, I'll go close the courtyard gate."

After saying that, Yang Ruoqing turned around and quickly went to the courtyard to close the gate. Closing the gate in broad daylight was a gesture of refusing guests.

But there was nothing they could do, because what I'm about to say would be a 'scandal' for the third wife's family.

The courtyard gate was wide open; it wouldn't be good if someone came in and overheard, especially Aunt Liu, who had a big mouth and loved to gossip...

When Yang Ruoqing returned to the main room, she found that the two elders had already sat down at the table. Yang Huazhong was fine, but Sun Shi was sitting upright, looking as if she was facing a great enemy!

"Qing'er, what's wrong? Look at your mother, you've scared her half to death." Yang Huazhong glanced at Sun Shi's face beside him and still had the mood to joke.

It's not fair to blame Yang Huazhong for being heartless and inconsiderate of Sun Shi. Yang Huazhong is actually a very good husband. After going through the family's affairs in his mind, he couldn't find any loopholes, so he felt very secure and even had the mood to tease Sun Shi.

Yang Ruoqing also glanced at Sun Shi's direction. Um... sorry, Mom, your worries are just the beginning.

"Father, Mother, what I'm about to tell you is about Da'an. He's keeping a mistress on the side..."

No sooner had Yang Ruoqing finished speaking than a crisp 'clang' came from the table.

The lid of the teacup that Yang Huazhong had just picked up fell onto the table. The lid spun twice on the table before finally landing upside down.

Yang Huazhong's wide-open eyes almost fell into the tea in his hand.

He slammed the teacup down on the table, his voice gruff: "Qing'er, what did you say? Who's keeping a mistress outside? Xiao An?"

Yang Ruoqing stared at Yang Huazhong with a complicated expression. She could understand the shock her father was feeling at that moment. He subconsciously changed the name of Da'an to Xiao'an, preferring to call him the naughty and disobedient boy who always liked to go against him, rather than believe the name he heard. He couldn't accept that Da'an, who was so outstanding that he could be considered perfect, would do such an absurd thing!
"Dad, it's not Xiao An, it's Da An!" After a night of 'torture', Yang Ruoqing tried her best to remain calm in the face of her emotionally volatile parents, even though her heart was still churning with turmoil.

Yang Huazhong was completely dumbfounded. His body swayed, and then he slumped back in his chair, his mind blank, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Meanwhile, Madam Sun had already lowered her head and started wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.

"What should we do with Hua'er? My poor Hua'er..." Sun murmured, her heart full of heartache for Xiao Hua.

Women like her, born and raised in this region, have always upheld the idea of ​​male superiority and female inferiority. In this era, it was considered standard for capable men to have multiple wives and concubines. Women were not allowed to gossip about it. In fact, virtuous women would even take the initiative to arrange for their husbands to take concubines in order to please them.

In Sun's view, whether a woman can live a good life depends mainly on whether she has good or bad luck. If she has good luck, she can meet a good husband and have a place for herself, which is enough.

If you haven't encountered it, then you can only blame your bad luck, there's nothing you can do about it...

"How could this happen? What's wrong with Da'an? He's only been an official for a year, and he's already been corrupted?" After a while, Yang Huazhong's mind gradually returned to normal. He muttered to himself, shaking his head gently, unable to accept this fact.

"Could there be a mistake, Qing'er?" He suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with hope, like a drowning person hoping that what floated to the surface would be a piece of wood...

But things often don't go as planned, because Yang Ruoqing shook her head and said with great certainty, "Father, it's true."

The last glimmer of light in Yang Huazhong's eyes went out completely. After taking a deep breath, the veins on his temples bulged visibly.

Suddenly, he stood up abruptly, and because the movement was so large, the chair overturned with a bang after he stood up.

Startled by the commotion, Mrs. Sun stood up and asked anxiously, "Father, where are you going?"

Yang Huazhong's face was dark and gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said, "What else can I do? I'm going to the pasture to find that beast. I'm going to beat him awake!"

"No, Father!" Sun cried as she rushed forward and grabbed Yang Huazhong's arm.

Yang Ruoqing also stood up, "Father, I beat him until he vomited blood last night."

"Huh?" Yang Huazhong and Madam Sun turned to look at Yang Ruoqing at the same time, and the couple were stunned.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and rubbed her temples. "To be honest, I just heard about this last night, and I was even angrier than you guys."

“I gave him a good beating, but beating him won’t help in this kind of situation.”

"Even if he's useless, we'll still beat him!" Yang Huazhong said angrily. "Does he have any respect for Hua'er? Does he have any respect for our three children? Your fourth uncle's taking a concubine already caused chaos and unrest in our Yang family. Why does he have to learn bad things instead of good ones? He deserves to be beaten to death!"

Fearing that Yang Huazhong would go to Da'an to fight to the death, Sun clung tightly to Yang Huazhong's arm, tears streaming down her face.

Yang Ruoqing sighed, "Dad, please sit down and let me tell you the whole story."

"Because the mistress he kept outside had a rather special background."

Yang Huazhong waved his hand and sat down indignantly: "No matter what her special status is, she's here to steal someone else's husband and interfere in someone else's family. I will never allow her to enter our Yang family!"

Sun sat down as well, echoing Yang Huazhong's sentiment: "Yes, I will always only recognize Hua'er!"

Yang Ruoqing gave a wry smile, waved her hand, and told the two of them to stop talking and let her finish explaining the situation.

Yang Ruoqing spent almost the time it takes to drink a bowl of tea explaining the whole story to the two elders.

After listening to the entire piece, they remained silent for a very long time.

Clearly, they still remembered the kindness that Lord Ruan had shown to Da'an and the third branch of the Yang family back then.

This kindness has never been repaid over the years. Every year when Da'an returns home from the capital for the Spring Festival, the family talks about this matter. It can be said that this matter has always been a regret in the hearts of the third branch of the Yang family.

Who could blame them? This whole family, from Yang Huazhong to Sun Shi and then to Da'an, all had the character of repaying kindness!