Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1716 Fortune and Opportunity (Part [-])
Although I got home at night, it was almost time for everyone in the village to go to bed.

However, Yang Huazhong, Mrs. Sun, Blacksmith Luo, and the family members of the transportation team members all rushed over.

The main room of Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang's house was brightly lit and crowded with people.

The men helped unload the wagons with the goods brought from the south and sent them to the warehouse in the backyard for safekeeping.

The women surrounded Tuobaxian and Luo Baobao, asking about their health.

Yang Ruoqing asked Chang Geng to find a private opportunity to tell Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun about what happened during this trip to the south, about Luo Fengtang, about Chen'er...

On the women's side, she also said hello.

Turn around and tell the villagers, as well as the old Yang's, to give advice.

In order to cooperate with the treatment, everyone must not mention Chen'er in front of Luo Fengtang during this period of time.

In the stove in the backyard, Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Sun still stick to the pot.

No matter how noisy the front yard is, a mother's heart will always worry about one thing the most.

That is, the sons and daughters who have returned from thousands of miles away are still hungry, and they have to fill their stomachs first if they have anything to say or do.

Yang Ruoqing didn't find Mrs. Sun in the crowd, so she went straight to the kitchen to look for her, and she was indeed here.

"Mother, big aunt."

She came in and called out.

Sun turned her head and saw that it was her, and quickly nodded in agreement.

"After driving for so long, why don't you rest in the front yard? What are you doing here?" asked Sun.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "I want to come and accompany my bridesmaid."

Hearing this, Sun also showed a relieved smile on her face, but when she thought of Chen'er, the woman couldn't laugh anymore and sighed.

"Poor my Chen'er, I don't know where she has gone..."

"Ms. Qinger!"

Mrs. Sun, who was stuffing firewood under the stove, hastily cut off Mrs. Sun's words.

"Why did I tell you earlier? Chen'er didn't find her, and Qing'er was more anxious than any of us."

"This trip to Nanman, she and Tang Yazi both narrowly escaped death, and Tang Yazi is still in this state, so let's stop talking to Qing'er."

"I still believe that sentence, Chen'er is destined to be an extraordinary child, if he leaves our side right now, it's God who wants to give him other luck and opportunities!"

"Let's wait calmly, I believe Chen'er will definitely come back!"

Sun's optimistic and positive words not only made Sun listen a lot more comfortably, but even Yang Ruoqing became more energetic.

"Yes, I also agree with what my aunt said, my Chen'er will definitely come back." Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun also nodded, "Well, I believe it too."

The atmosphere in the kitchen finally got better.

Yang Ruoqing came to the pot, "Mother, let me cook,"

Sun said: "No need, mother, just stand and watch."

Yang Ruoqing didn't force herself, she stood aside and watched Mrs. Sun cook.

The people in the transportation team didn't eat, and Mrs. Sun was cooking and cooking to reward the big guys.

Yang Ruoqing found that most of these dishes were her favorites.

"Qing'er, now that you're home, hurry up and wash off those things on your face,"

At the mouth of the stove, Dasun's voice came again.

"Don't say you are uncomfortable sticking to your face, it's an eyesore for me!" Da Sun said again.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head to look at Da Sun's side, and raised her hand to stroke her cheek.

"Huh? Is it really an eyesore?" she asked.

Da Sun nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

A clear and pleasant voice sounded from behind, and someone entered the kitchen reciting doggerel.

"When the goddess of the back looks back, she scared the old scalper by the river to death. Sister, you should wash it off, it's really not good-looking!"

Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw that it was Da'an who came in, holding Bao Baobao in her arms.

Yang Ruoqing glared at Da'an: "Student Yang Yong'an, your doggerel is not bad, it hurts your old sister and me so much!"

Da'an smiled, and said to Luo Baobao in his arms: "Look, my elder sister is angry, can you restrain her?"

Luo Baobao opened a pair of bright big eyes, apparently did not understand what the uncle was saying.

Yang Ruoqing turned her gaze, and said to Luo Baobao: "Baby, your uncle said he was rare and asked you to give him one!"

Luo Baobao understood this.

He stretched out a pair of fleshy little hands to hold Daan's face, and gnawed wildly at his handsome face with his drooling little mouth.

The kiss came too suddenly, with such a ferocious momentum, that Da'an was stunned by the kiss.

When Luo Baobao got enough of the fragrance, he finally moved his small mouth away, and Daan's face was undoubtedly made of a mask.

"Hahaha, asking you to make doggerel hurt me, this is your reward!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, reached out to take Luo Baobao, and at the same time handed Da'an a handkerchief.

Da'an took the handkerchief, and gently wiped his face gracefully, with smiles all over his face and eyes, without any dislike at all.

"Uncle likes this reward." Da'an said.

With such a handsome face, I have never been kissed by a girl like this before.

Hehe, this little niece is really as tough as the old lady.

"Da'an, where's your brother-in-law?" Yang Ruoqing asked Da'an again.

Da'an said: "When I came here with the baby in my arms, I saw my brother-in-law wandering around in the yard alone, touching here and there, looking here and there."

Yang Ruoqing nodded secretly, he probably was getting familiar with the environment, let him go.

After eating the supper cooked by Mrs. Sun, everyone dispersed, and Yang Ruoqing returned to her and Luo Fengtang's small courtyard in the backyard.

She first entered the west room, and saw Tuobaxian pushing the cradle lightly. In the cradle, Luo Baobao's eyes were half-closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Go to sleep and don't disturb her."

Tuobaxian lowered her voice towards Yang Ruoqing and waved her hand.

Yang Ruoqing understands, but she doesn't dare to offend your little ancestor of the cradle, when there will be a commotion, everyone don't want to sleep.

So she quietly exited the Westinghouse and returned to her bedroom opposite.

In the room, Luo Fengtang was standing in front of the row of vertical wardrobes, with one hand hanging by his side, the other raised and gently caressing the wooden door of the wardrobe.

Tilting his head slightly, frowning slightly, eyes narrowing, the whole person seems to be quietly recalling something...

Yang Ruoqing stopped where she was, not knowing whether she should go forward, or if he was about to remember something, and she would disturb him?

However, immediately, he lowered his hand, turned around, and cast his eyes on her standing at the door of the house.

"Qing'er, you're back." He greeted her proactively with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, turned around and closed the door, and walked towards him.

"What are you looking at?" She asked curiously.

Luo Fengtang looked at her, with some complicated things surging in his eyes.

"Everything here feels very familiar to me," he said.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of her lips.

"Fool, this is your own room, of course you are familiar with it." She said.

(End of this chapter)