Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 132

The daughter is the caring little padded jacket of the parents.

Yang Ruoqing knew that her father Yang Huazhong, who was paralyzed in bed, must have been thinking about her for most of the day when she was away.

So without further delay, he turned around and entered Yang Huazhong's room.

"Father, my house is coming!"

In the room, the man was half-sitting on the bed, but he kept looking out with his neck stretched out.

Seeing his daughter enter the house full of vigor, the stone that had been hanging in the man's heart for a long time finally fell to the ground.

"Qing'er, it's good if you come back. If you go to town today, everything goes well? No one bullies you, right?" Yang Huazhong asked repeatedly.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips into a smile, and shook her head: "Father, don't worry, the person who can bully me is probably not born yet!"

Yang Huazhong was surprised, then nodded with a relieved smile: "That's good, that's good!"

"Uncle Three!"

A voice came from the door, and immediately, a tall figure bent into the room.

It's not a spacious room, but because of the people coming, it looks a bit cramped.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head to see that it was Luo Fengtang who came in.

She hurriedly turned her head and said to Yang Huazhong who was sitting on the bed: "Father, I am going to sell tofu in the town with Tang Yazi today! Look at his body and his fist, who dares to bully me? That is Blind!"

Yang Huazhong also saw Luo Fengtang walking towards the bed, the man sat up straight with the bed under him, and looked at Luo Fengtang with an amiable smile.

"Tang Yazi, are you tired from the journey? Take a seat." Yang Huazhong pointed to the stool next to him and greeted Luo Fengtang.

He also told Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, pour a bowl of tea for Tang Yazi."

"Hey!" Yang Ruoqing responded, turned around and was about to fall, but was stopped by Luo Fengtang's voice.

"Qing'er, don't fall down, I'll go home after I say hello to third uncle." Luo Fengtang said.

"Okay, then it's up to you!" Yang Ruoqing said, poured herself a bowl, stood by the table and drank with her head back.

In front of the bed here, Yang Huazhong was inquiring about going to town with Luo Fengtang.

With a shy yet respectful smile on Luo Fengtang's face, he listened carefully and answered carefully.

Yang Huazhong nodded in satisfaction.

"Tang Yazi, then I won't delay you. You should hurry home and don't keep your uncle waiting for a long time! When you have time to turn around, come and chat with third uncle, we grandpa!"

Yang Huazhong said with some reluctance.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "Well, third uncle, you should rest well, I'll come back and see you again!"

"Good!" Yang Huazhong said.

Luo Fengtang turned his head to look at Yang Ruoqing again, "Qing'er, then I'll go first."

Yang Ruoqing put down the tea bowl in her hand, raised her hand to wipe the water stains from the corner of her mouth, "Okay, then you go!"

Luo Fengtang left with his front foot, and Sun entered the house with his back foot.

"Qing'er, why don't you give it to me?" Mrs. Sun asked as soon as she entered the door.

Yang Ruoqing just sat down on the stool when she heard this and was stunned.

"Send what?" she asked.

"Send Tang Yazi off!" Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing laughed dumbly.

"My mother, it's not like he's a little doll who doesn't know the way home, and he wants to give it away? You're dying of laughter!"

"You girl, what's so funny about this? I've come all the way to help you carry the heavy wooden bucket and soybeans back..."

"Mother, Tang Yazi is not an outsider, so you don't need to engage in such nonsense!" Yang Ruoqing said with her mouth curled.

Not an outsider?

Both Sun and Yang Huazhong heard this.

The couple looked at each other, and their eyes lit up.

"What...how do you say this?" Sun Shiqiang asked tentatively, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

So Yang Ruoqing told her parents about buying tofu in a few words.

He also took out the contract signed with Chef Zhou from his body.

Originally, he wanted to hand it to Sun, but he thought that Sun was illiterate, so he handed the contract to Yang Huazhong instead.

I heard that old Yangtou used to seek employment in the county seat, but something happened and he moved back to his hometown, Changping Village.

Because he had opened his eyes outside, Lao Yangtou could recognize some characters himself. Although the sons and grandchildren in the family were digging in the soil, they all followed the old father to recognize a few characters.

Yang Huazhong held the paper contract and looked at it for a long time, the muscles on his face twitched violently a few times, showing a bit of excitement!

Mrs. Sun leaned over: "Father Qinger, what does this contract say? Can it be counted?"

Yang Huazhong tapped the contract lightly with his knuckles, closed it and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.

"Miss Qinger, it's true, the restaurant regularly buys our tofu, and we will have another channel to get money in the future!" Yang Huazhong said.

"Really? That's great, Bodhisattva bless you!" Mrs. Sun also became excited, and she seemed to see hope in the corners of her eyes and brows.

Here, Yang Ruoqing raised the corners of her lips seeing her parents' happy appearance.

"I have made an agreement with Tang Yazi. In the future, we will make tofu together to make money. We will make it, and he will help us pick it up and sell it in the town. From now on, we will be grasshoppers on a rope. It's not about our own people. What?"

Sun and Yang Huazhong suppressed their joy and excitement, and the couple secretly exchanged glances again.

Although, this 'one of us' is different from the one they expected in their hearts.

But I can't eat hot tofu in such a hurry.

As long as the two children have the opportunity to join together and are willing to join together, there is hope for the future!

The couple had a tacit understanding and stopped asking about this matter, and began to prepare for the matter of going to the mountain to burn incense.

Because Yang Huazhong's legs and feet were not good enough, Mrs. Sun had to lead Yang Ruoqing, sister and brother to the mountain in the afternoon.

Lao Suntou is a relative and a native of another village, and this one is going to burn incense for the ancestors of Lao Yang's family, so he is not suitable to go.

So, in the house, Mrs. Sun began to prepare incense paper and so on.

Over there, Yang Ruoqing seized the opportunity and planned to go back to the house to wash her face, comb her hair and so on.

Walking out of the house, I saw Xiao An who had finished eating the meat buns, squatting on the ground in the yard again.

Holding a small twig in his hand, he was playing with his army of ants.

Thick-headed, with his head tilted, he looked engrossed, and he was still muttering something in his small mouth.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help being interested, she walked over and squatted down next to him, looking at the frames he had drawn on the ground with branches that she couldn't understand.

"Xiao An, what are you playing with ants?"

"fight!"

"What?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

Without raising her head, Xiao An pointed the deep or shallow scratches on the ground with the branch in her hand, and said to Yang Ruoqing: "I divided them into different camps and let them fight. You see, this is a battle between two sides. Handsome, this one is the vanguard, and the fight is fierce."

handsome?

pioneer?

Yang Ruoqing also opened her eyes wide and looked at the ground, those ants who were running around being chased by Xiao An with a branch almost stared at the ground.

I really can't see it!

"Well, the battle is really fierce, our Xiaoan is awesome!"

"By the way, where's your brother? Where did he go?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Ever since I saw Da'an running away at the entrance of the alley, I haven't seen him at this moment.

(Double update later!!)

(End of this chapter)