Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 201 Make a bed for Tang Yazi (fourth more)

"Brother Suyun and his sister-in-law have been married for several years, but they have not been able to raise a son or a daughter."

"Father Suyun was ill again three years ago. Before he left, the old man was still concerned about his grandson, so he couldn't rest in peace."

"Coincidentally, less than a year after Suyun's father left, Suyun's sister-in-law gave birth to Lao Bao's grandson."

"It's the great treasure that Mrs. Qing'er and Qing'er Da'an saw in the shop two days ago. Qing'er, Da'an, do you remember?"

Yang Ruoqing and Da'an nodded in unison.

Why don't you remember?

The child was beaten all over his head by his mother, and he was deeply impressed.

"Suyun's health is not very good. Her brother and sister-in-law are the ones who work in the fields. Suyun took care of Da Baoer since she was a child. She has a deep relationship with her and cannot be separated for a moment!"

Yang Huazhou continued.

Between the lines, it can be seen how Bao Suyun is kind-hearted.

After the meal was finished, Yang Huazhou left contentedly, and Yang Huazhong breathed a sigh of relief.

"This time, Lao Wu, the marriage is really moving. I have never seen him talk so much today!" He sighed.

Mrs. Sun, who was clearing the dishes and chopsticks on the table, also laughed, "One thing is one thing. Hearing what he said, then Miss Bao should be pretty good. She knows how to be a girl, and she will be a mother in the future. The two of them are very suitable."

Yang Huazhong nodded: "I hope so."

Here, Yang Ruoqing, who was sitting there drinking tea, didn't say anything.

Love makes people blind, Yang Huazhou is like this now.

Forget it, she reserves her own opinion, they live their lives, and everyone has to bear the consequences of their choices in the end.

Putting down the tea bowl in her hand, she said to Yang Huazhong and Sun Shi: "Father, Mother, I'll go out for a while, and come home when we have dinner."

"Qing'er, the soybeans have already been soaked, should I wait for your family to grind them, or should I push them first?" Sun asked.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that it was time to give away tofu tomorrow.

"Wait until my house comes to grind the soy milk."

After explaining, she picked up the remaining powders and left the house in a hurry.

On the way to Lao Luo's house, Yang Ruoqing was thinking about something in her heart.

This is tofu, she likes it very much.

Send tofu, payment due.

The sound of clanging copper plates is the most beautiful sound of nature in the world!

However, it is troublesome to transport the fifty catties of tofu to the town.

What's more, in the future, it is impossible for her to only make tofu, and she has to extend to other similar products such as dried tofu, tofu skin, and tofu puff.

In this way, you can earn more.

Changping Village is thirty miles away from Qingshui Town.

Shoulder carry?Too much effort!

Catching up with the wind and rain, it is even more tossing.

Transportation must be used.

But every time I go to Uncle Daniel’s house to borrow a unicycle, it’s not a long-term solution!

It seems that this means of transportation cannot be saved, so we must buy it quickly.

Who should I ask for it?

The first person that popped into Yang Ruoqing's mind was Fifth Uncle Yang Huazhou.

Uncle Wu knows how to do carpentry, and in his spare time, he goes to other people's homes to help.

Go back and talk to him, see if he can spare some time to do a wheelbarrow push?

Thinking all the way, I arrived at Lao Luo's house before I knew it.

A round of sun was hanging on the mountainside in the west, and the thatched roof of the old Luo's house seemed to be gilded.

Yang Ruoqing walked into the yard and yelled twice into the opposite room.

There was no response, Blacksmith Luo seemed not at home.

She then walked into Luo Fengtang's room again.

On the bed, the patched quilt was piled up in a mess at the corner of the bed, but there was no one there.

Did this kid go to the toilet?

Yang Ruoqing was muttering in her heart, at this moment, there was a clanging sound from the back of the room.

It sounded like a hammer hitting a stake, and occasionally there was the sound of a saw sawing through the wood.

This kid, is he sneaking around to work again before his injury heals?

What a worry!

Cursing in her heart, Yang Ruoqing turned around and left the house, and quickly searched for it behind the house.

Behind the house, the boy was standing among a pile of neatly planed wooden stakes.

When Yang Ruoqing arrived, he was bending over to pick up a half-curved piece of wood on the ground, thinking about what to do.

"You kid, why can't you be idle for a moment?"

A girl's crisp voice came from beside her.

Luo Fengtang was stunned for a moment, then turned around.

She saw Yang Ruoqing with her hands on her hips, staring at him with puffed cheeks.

Under the setting sun, the girl's face was flushed.

The bulging cheeks look like two ripe red apples, which are really cute.

A flash of surprise flashed in Luo Fengtang's eyes.

He hastily put down the things in his hands, and stepped out from the pile of wooden stakes of different lengths and thicknesses on the ground.

"Qing'er, why are you here?"

he asked with a smile.

"I'm here to catch you, to see if you don't listen to me, and sure enough... hum!"

She gritted her teeth on purpose, looking fierce.

Luo Fengtang was surprised, then scratched his head and grinned.

"I'm rough-skinned and thick-skinned, not that delicate." He said.

"No matter how rough you are, you are not made of iron!" she said.

Luo Fengtang didn't gnaw, but still scratched his head and smirked.

"What are you smirking at? Sister, I'm not trying to scare you. Turning around, the wound will be stretched open again. Don't expect to go to the ground in ten and a half months. You have to take a jar to catch your urine!"

The smile on Luo Fengtang's face instantly petrified, and his face flushed red.

Yang Ruoqing still stood in front of him, scolding him with a downcast face.

It was only then that Luo Fengtang realized that his actions really angered Qing'er.

Qing'er scolded him so harshly because she was worried about him and for his own good.

Looking at the girl's small mouth that opened and closed, Luo Fengtang's eyes were full of warmth.

"Qing'er, you're right, it's my fault."

He nodded with a foolish smile, "You want to train me, go back to my room and sit down and train slowly, this place is very messy..."

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corners of her mouth, and said angrily: "Your room is even more messy, like a doghouse, and the quilt is not folded!"

Luo Fengtang's head was full of black lines.

That's what she said, but Yang Ruoqing still took the initiative to grab Luo Fengtang's arm, and dragged him back to the front room.

As soon as he stepped into the door of the West Room, Luo Fengtang went straight to his bed.

The boy bent down his tall body, grabbed the messy quilt with both hands, and shook it vigorously.

Obviously those arms are thick and strong, and they can easily lift hundreds of catties of things without taking a breath.

Obviously this quilt is thin and small, weighing less than five or six catties.

However, he cared about one side but not the other.

The quilt was in his hands, and it became more and more chaotic, and the hot sweat on his forehead became more and more.

Yang Ruoqing stood leaning against the end of the bed, looking at his quilt with a smile.

Originally, she wanted to give him a chance to exercise, but she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey, you'd better let go of this quilt, let me do it!"

She sighed, shook her head, and came over to take the quilt from him.

"Boy, watch and learn!"

She cast a look at him, enough to draw the corners of her lips.

He blushed, stepped aside, and watched intently.

He watched her shake them off easily, pat off the dust on them, and fold them in half neatly.

The quilt that made him flustered, in her hands, has no temper at all.

In the end, it was folded squarely, just like the tofu she made.

(End of this chapter)