Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1417 Punishment Comes (Part [-])
The old man looked up at the closed door of the second room again, and sighed.

"Your uncle and the others are outrageous!"

"Until now, I have been hiding and seeing no one, and you, Sister Lan'er, have not come to kowtow, hey, it's too cold!"

"People like them and their way of acting will not be good in the future, maybe even your uncle!"

Old Yang said with a sad face.

Yang Ruoqing remained silent about what old Yangtou accused Erfang of, and was too lazy to express her opinion.

God knows what you did.

If you are too indifferent, you will not end well.

Yang Ruolan's current situation is the best proof.

The child is gone, and it will be difficult to conceive again in the future. The punishment has already come, but she doesn't know it yet, which is really stupid.

Old Yangtou and little old Yangtou sat at the table with Yang Ruoqing for a while, during which time, many villagers bought firecracker incense paper and the like, and came to mourn the funeral.

They comforted Old Yang Tou, while Yang Ruoqing carefully registered their names, items, and items in the register.

These are all debts of favor, and they will be handed over to the first cousin and second cousin in the future, and they will repay them one by one, so there must be no sloppy.

From morning to noon, Yang Ruoqing went to the backyard to have a few mouthfuls of lunch during the period.

I don't know why, but if it's a wedding, this kind of food feels very delicious.

But the food for funerals always feels weird in the mouth.

After a few casual bites, Yang Ruoqing put down her chopsticks, and went back to the main room in the front yard to continue her job as accountant.

In the afternoon, those who catch up on sleep catch up on sleep, and those who go to the ancestral hall go to the ancestral hall.

Those who are taking care of Mrs. Tan in the backyard, and those who are busy preparing for tomorrow's funeral banquet...

Everyone has their own work and is busy.

In the main room in the front yard, Yang Ruoqing sat alone at the Eight Immortals table by the patio, continuing to stick to her post.

The doors of several rooms were tightly closed, but Uncle Yang Hua'an's room was still open.

When his body was carried away yesterday, according to the rules, Yang Yongjin kicked over the door panel and the high stool.

The earthenware bowl in which the incense paper was burned was also broken.

All the curtains were taken off the bed that Yang Hua'an slept in before his death, and the quilt was crumpled and piled up at the foot of the bed.

Yang Ruoqing had nothing to do, so she lay down by the table, and happened to have a clear view of Yang Hua'an's room opposite.

There are doors at the front and back of the hall for ventilation.

If it were someone else sitting here, facing Yang Hua'an's room, it would be scary.

But Yang Ruoqing was not afraid at all.

My sister has killed many people, so this small scene is not a big deal at all.

"sister!"

A familiar voice sounded from the door of the main room.

Yang Ruoqing followed the prestige and saw Da'an coming.

Today's Da'an is already a little taller than her.

His features are delicate, handsome and elegant.

Wearing a plain long gown with a white old cloth filial piety hat on his arm, he obviously just came back from the ancestral hall.

"Brother, why are you here?"

Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

Da'an has been guarding the ancestral hall instead of Yang Huazhong today.

Da'an smiled slightly, and sat down beside Yang Ruoqing.

"Father went to the ancestral hall, and I will come back for a rest. Tonight, I have arranged a vigil with my second brother and the others." Da'an said.

Yang Ruoqing then urged: "You have to stay up tonight, it's rare to have a rest at this moment, go home and lie down!"

Da'an shook his head: "I'm not sleepy, I'll go later."

While speaking, he glanced at Yang Hua'an's room opposite, and frowned.

"Sister, have you stayed here alone for most of the day?" He asked again.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, and said: "That's not true. In the morning, the grandfather and the young grandfather were there, and many mourners came one after another."

"Just take it easy for a while."

Da'an made an 'hmm' sound, sat there, and didn't intend to leave.

Yang Ruoqing urged him again: "Go home quickly, hurry up and sleep for a while."

Da'an said: "I can't fall asleep lying down in broad daylight, so I just lie down on this table and take a nap for a while."

Then, he really lay down on the edge of the table and closed his eyes.

"It's so uncomfortable to lie on your stomach like this. You listen to your sister and go back to sleep!" Yang Ruoqing was still persuading.

Da'an closed his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up nicely.

"Sister, just follow me, there is no one at home, I don't want to go back, so just stay with my sister!" he said.

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

"I'm going to sleep, sister, don't make any noise!" he said.

Seeing him closing his eyes and resting his mind, Yang Ruoqing suddenly understood something.

This kid must have seen her staying here alone and was worried that she would be afraid, so he deliberately stayed to be her company.

good brother!
Yang Ruoqing's heart was warm, and when he closed his eyes, she held her chin and admired his seductive handsome face.

The younger brother looks more and more handsome.

Because of studying, that bookish atmosphere became more and more obvious.

It made him look very refined, with all his gestures and gestures being polite, just like another Mu Zichuan.

It's just that, compared to Mu Zichuan's aloofness, Da'an is more friendly.

This should be related to the environment in which he grew up. Daan is a warm boy.

Hey, such a good brother, I don't know which girl will be favored in the future?

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help feeling a little jealous of that future sibling.

After a while, Mrs. Sun also came over from the backyard and poked her head.

The woman was so busy that her feet never touched the ground, she was in charge of everything in the backyard.

Jin is deaf and dumb, can't do anything, and people are crying in the ancestral hall.

Cao Bamei was pregnant and young, so she had never done anything important in this regard.

Tan was old, blind, and struck by grief.

Therefore, the burden of tomorrow's funeral banquet fell on Mrs. Sun alone.

After finally catching up, Mrs. Sun hurried to take a look at the main room in the front yard, just to see what was going on with her daughter.

At a glance, in the long and deep main room, there is not even a single person, and the daughter is sitting at the table alone.

Sun's heart tightened, and she hurried over here.

"Qing'er, why are you alone?" Sun asked anxiously.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and smiled at Mrs. Sun: "It's not just me, Da'an is here too!"

"Where?" Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the other side of the table, where Da'an was already lying on two high stools.

"It's uncomfortable lying on the table. I'll let him lie down and sleep." Yang Ruoqing said.

Seeing that Da'an was there, Sun felt relieved.

Da'an also opened his eyes at this time and sat up.

"Mother, don't worry, I will accompany my sister!" Da'an said.

Sun nodded again and again: "That's good, that's good!"

Looking at this, Yang Ruoqing understood that her mother and younger brother had the same thoughts.

In my heart, I was really touched.

This is the person closest to him, no matter when or where, he will think of her like this.

Mrs. Sun wanted to give some advice, when at the door of the main room, a woman poked her head.

(End of this chapter)