Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11995

Back when Yang Huamei was still the daughter-in-law of the Wang family, she was a well-known "Daughter-in-law Queen" in the area.

In the Wang family, from her parents-in-law, through her two married-out sisters-in-law, to the husband Wang Shuanzi, and down to her two children Da Bai and Xiao Hei, Yang Huamei made the decisions on all matters, big and small, and truly took charge of the household.

Especially with Wang Shuanzi, Yang Huamei was the only one who had the final say. Wang Shuanzi was good-natured and mild-tempered, and he always let Yang Huamei have her way.

In Yang Huamei's dictionary at that time, the idea of ​​going back to discuss it with Wang Shuanzi was simply out of the question.

But now, with Xu Yuanming, Yang Huamei has given him respect and decision-making power. The Yang Huamei who used to be all-powerful, disregarding her husband's feelings and showing him no respect, is gone. In her place is a virtuous woman who knows when to advance and retreat, is hardworking, and can endure hardship with Xu Yuanming to raise their child!

All of this was learned and matured through Wang Shuanzi's bloody lessons.

Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei exchanged glances, probably feeling similarly pleased with Yang Huamei's maturity and composure, but also a little sorry for Wang Shuanzi.

Look, this is the good wife you, Wang Shuanzi, spoiled with your life. Now that you, Wang Shuanzi, are gone, the grass on your grave is already several feet high, while your wife has long since moved on to another man's arms, having children and living a happy and prosperous life in a warm and cozy home.

Was it worth it? If he could do it all over again, would he still risk his life for her like that? Perhaps only Wang Shuanzi himself knows the answer.

Yang Ruoqing and Yang Huamei came out of the small second room together. When they arrived at the main road, Yang Ruoqing politely invited Yang Huamei to come and sit at the Luo family's house.

"Come sit again next time. My mother and Sister Hua have three children with them. I have to go check on them right away, or things might get out of hand."

Yang Ruoqing nodded; that was the truth.

"Auntie, are you going back to town today? Aren't you going to stay in the east room with the children for a couple of nights?"

"We can't stay here anymore. This is the busiest time of the year. We came back today to attend a wedding banquet, and we had to close the shop for half a day, which resulted in a significant loss."

"That's true. With the Lunar New Year approaching, these days are the busiest time of the year for businesses as everyone is preparing for the holiday. So come back in January and stay for a few days."

"That's right, Qing'er, you understand. I'll head over now. Your uncle will be picking us up soon, so we won't be having lunch in the second room."

"Okay!" Just as Yang Ruoqing and Yang Huamei were about to part ways, Xiao Hei came from another direction. "Mom, I've been looking everywhere for you! Where are you?"

Yang Ruoqing turned her head to look in the direction from which the sound came. After more than half a year of training by following Wang Hongquan and doing farm work, Xiao Hei, who was already as strong as an iron tower, has become even stronger and more robust after a series of physical labors.

With his dark complexion, broad shoulders, and long legs, he inherited Yang Huamei's genes, displaying the typical traits of the men in the Yang family—tall and imposing.

Xiao Hei's features are somewhat similar to Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou, the kind that are rather rugged, but he looks a bit dull, and the glint in his eyes isn't very obvious, making him seem like a stubborn, tough guy at first glance.

He's straightforward and honest, but don't expect much from him when it comes to social skills or conversational techniques.

However, people with this kind of personality, especially males, have an inherent pursuit of power and strength.

When he sees someone more powerful than him, he will instinctively feel awe and submission.

For example, today at Xiao Erfang's place, there was a bunch of relatives and friends. Yang Huamei originally took Xiao Hei to meet some of the aunts and grandmas from her relatives' homes, hoping that Xiao Hei would make a good impression on them and ask those grandmas and grandmas to help her keep some suitable girls from the surrounding villages so that they could arrange a marriage for Xiao Hei.

As you can imagine, it was really difficult for him to greet people, and it was also difficult for those older women.

It was like having a baboon standing upright behind her. The baboon could only chuckle stupidly and did nothing else. It was completely clueless, so Yang Huamei had to finish quickly and send Xiao Hei to another table to drink tea, eat melon seeds, and wait for the meal to begin...

At this moment, Xiao Hei came from afar, searching for Yang Huamei. When he saw Yang Ruoqing standing with Yang Huamei, Xiao Hei's eyes visibly shrank.

"Qing, Sister Qing'er." He slowed his pace, forcing a stiff, restrained smile that revealed his complete awe of Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded gently to Xiao Hei, then turned to Yang Huamei and said, "I heard from my father that Xiao Hei did a good job managing the family's crops this year, and they had a bumper harvest!"

Yang Huamei smiled proudly, "That's right, this child used to be ignorant, lazy, always hungry and useless."

"I never expected that he would be so good at farming. He grew rice and ground wheat flour, and sent over a hundred kilograms of it to town to give to me and Lao Xu!"

He also said that since he lacks experience this year, he will plant an extra acre of cotton next year so that he can make new cotton-padded clothes for me and my younger siblings in the winter!

When Yang Huamei talked about these things, she was so excited that her eyes sparkled.

Xiao Hei stood to the side, a shy blush rising on his dark face. He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, his toes lightly stepping on a small pebble on the ground, looking quite embarrassed.

If this happened in front of other people, and Xiao Hei heard Yang Huamei praising him like this, he might get all cocky and start praising himself too.

But he didn't dare in front of Yang Ruoqing, because he still vividly remembered the slap his cousin had given him when he had acted disobediently and recklessly before!
“It’s good that you’re so sensible, Auntie. You all go ahead with your work. Come visit us again during the Lunar New Year,” Yang Ruoqing said.

"Alright, alright, then Qing'er, you go ahead and get busy! Oh, by the way, are Dazhi and Chen'er coming back for the New Year this year?" Yang Huamei asked again before leaving.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Chen'er is too busy with official duties to come back, and so is Zhi'er. It's alright, they've been staying at home for a long time before, and I'm quite satisfied."

Yang Huamei nodded in agreement: "A man's ambition lies in all directions. As long as they have our family in their hearts, it doesn't matter when they come back."

"Yes, Auntie's words really resonate with me."

……

Back at the Luo family home, Luo Fengtang and Ping An had already harnessed the carriage and were placing the things they were taking to the Zhou family onto the storage shelf at the back of the carriage.

These items are not the kind of generic gifts for visiting relatives and friends that have no practical value. The gifts brought to the Zhou family are all things that the Zhou family needs.

For example, there are fresh grass carp and bighead carp in buckets, a whole fresh hind leg of pork, and two lamb legs.

These were all New Year's goods that Luo the blacksmith brought to the Zhou family. Besides these, when they passed the pastry shops and breakfast stalls in town, Luo the blacksmith would definitely get off the cart and bring some sweet pastries for his sister, Luo Da'e. Even if the steamed buns, dumplings, and fried dough sticks were cold, the old man would still bring his sister a couple of bundles. He could simply heat them up to taste them, even if the flavor was greatly diminished after heating; it was still a brotherly gesture. Seeing Yang Ruoqing rushing back from outside, Luo Fengtang spotted her immediately.

He handed over the remaining tasks to Ping An, then wiped his hands and walked towards Yang Ruoqing, his gaze gentle, "Qing'er, go pack your things, we're heading to Zhoujia Village soon."

"Okay, I'll go back to my room to change my clothes and wash my face, then I'll be right there."

“My wife looks good even without washing her face,” Luo Fengtang said in a low voice, his gaze fixed intently on Yang Ruoqing’s face. “She looks even better after washing her face!”

Yang Ruoqing was slightly taken aback, then smiled and rolled her eyes at him, "I didn't know, I thought you drank honey instead of wine at breakfast!"

That little mouth of hers, her voice is so sweet it's sickening!

Luo Fengtang's eyes were full of affection as he watched her return to the backyard, then went back to the carriage to prepare other things.

Soon, Yang Ruoqing changed her clothes, washed her face, and applied hand cream and face cream.

I changed my clothes because I had eaten at a banquet this morning, and my clothes still smelled of food and alcohol. I washed my face because it had been almost two hours since I woke up, and my face didn't feel very clean, so I needed to wash it to feel more comfortable.

Just as Yang Ruoqing was getting ready to leave, the jade curtain was lifted, and a tall, slender figure entered the inner room.

A long black robe with gold cloud patterns embroidered on the collar, and sculpted, cold features—who else could it be but Luo Fengtang?
Seeing him approach, Yang Ruoqing assumed he was there to urge her on, so she quickly told him, "I'm all packed and ready to go..."

Before she could finish speaking, a shadow fell over her, and she was pulled into a familiar and warm embrace, her lips covered by his...

Yang Ruoqing was held in Luo Fengtang's arms, feeling his sudden passionate kiss. Her brain was a little oxygen-deprived, and she couldn't think straight about why he was acting like this all of a sudden.

Weren't you about to go out? How come you have this leisure time?

In fact, when she sensed certain changes in him, Yang Ruoqing suspected that if he hadn't been in a hurry to go out to visit relatives today, given his current tense state, he might very well have taken her right there and then.

But now, he reluctantly let go of her, his fingertips, roughened from years of sword practice, gently caressing her slightly swollen, delicate lips. Luo Fengtang's gaze was gentle as water, and his voice was low and husky: "Seeing two couples get married today suddenly brought back memories for me. I couldn't calm down for half the morning, my mind was filled with the scene of our wedding back then."

Especially now, rushing into the bedroom and seeing his fragrant wife, he suddenly thought of...

So that's what happened? I was wondering why it suddenly...

Yang Ruoqing smiled charmingly, stood on tiptoe and hooked her arm around Luo Fengtang's neck: "When we come back from visiting relatives tonight, I'll let you be a groom for once."

Yang Ruoqing's promise made Luo Fengtang's breath catch in his throat. Then, he realized what was happening, and a flame of passion crackled and burned in his heart.

"Can I collect some interest in advance?" His large hand climbed up her waist.

Although Yang Ruoqing eats all the time, she never misses a day of exercise and training.

She had always maintained a very good figure, which completely resisted the weight gain that comes with a slower metabolism as she gets older, and her figure remained as slender as if she had never given birth.

Especially after taking the miraculous effects of the Dragon Cloud Pill brought back by Luo Fengtang, not only was she completely rejuvenated from the inside out, becoming younger and more energetic, she also discovered that, with the help of the Dragon Cloud Pill, the lines of her figure had subtly changed.

If she maintained her slim figure through exercise in the past, she has now further optimized her body curves. She usually wears relatively loose clothes and dresses, so others can't tell anything amiss and just think she has a good figure.

But only Luo Fengtang knew the inner workings of her body. For example, right now, as he placed his hands on her waist, he could feel the exquisite curves of her body beneath his palms—a sight that captivated him and left him with endless aftertaste.

"Tang Yazi, Qing'er, are you done yet? Your uncle is urging you."

Wang Cuilian's voice rang out from outside at an inopportune time, instantly shattering the idyllic atmosphere inside.

Luo Fengtang let go, his handsome face showing some reluctance, but he wouldn't let these things interfere with his important business.

He cleared his throat and responded to Wang Cuilian outside the house: "Change your shoes, I'll be right there."

Yang Ruoqing covered her mouth and giggled. Luo Fengtang looked at her 'carefree' appearance and cursed inwardly, "Bad wife!"

Yang Ruoqing suddenly stood on tiptoe and pecked him on the cheek before quickly retreating.

"I'm going to the front yard first!" She had barely finished speaking when she was suddenly pulled back by a strong force, her chin being grabbed by him.

"You kissed the wrong place. Let me demonstrate the correct way." As his husky voice fell, his warm lips covered hers.

……

The two walked hand in hand toward the front yard, each with a sweet feeling in their hearts.

But when they arrived at the front yard and saw Luo the blacksmith standing by the carriage with a furrowed brow and a look of deep sorrow, the young couple quietly let go of each other's hands.

The two exchanged a quick glance. Was Uncle worried about Aunt Da'e's illness again? It probably was, because Wang Cuilian was standing beside the carriage comforting him.

"Don't look like that. Maybe Da'e is feeling better. You're making a face like that. It'll make Da'e uncomfortable to see you like that..."

Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing also came over. Unlike Wang Cuilian, they did not try to comfort Luo the blacksmith. In the face of facts, words are powerless.

“Uncle, let’s get in the car. The sooner we get there, the sooner you can see Aunt Da’e,” Yang Ruoqing said.

Rather than offering empty words of comfort, it would probably be better to let the old man spend an extra hour with his sister.

The blacksmith nodded. In front of Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing, the old man also composed himself and at least looked normal, without the low pressure of being depressed, sad, worried and frowning.