Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 202 Little Daughter-in-law (Part [-])

The girl bent over slightly, patting the dust on the quilt lightly.

From his angle, he happened to see her concentrating side face.

Gentle and meticulous movements, clean and agile, just like a little daughter-in-law who is in charge of the house.

Little daughter-in-law?

Luo Fengtang was taken aback by this thought that suddenly popped up in his heart.

A face suddenly burned into flames, and he dared not look at her directly.

Here, Yang Ruoqing folded the quilt, flattened the quilt, grabbed his pillow and pressed it on the quilt habitually.

He didn't know what was stuffed in his pillow.

Pinch it with your hands, uneven in weight.

Some places are sunken and empty, while some places are crowded together.

How can you sleep on such a pillow with your head resting on it?

And this pillowcase.

I can't tell the original color anymore, and I stroke it with my hand, it's greasy.

Hey, there is no woman in this family, life is really annoying!

"Okay, the bed is made up, come sit down, Tang Yazi."

Yang Ruoqing clapped her hands and turned around.

Luo Fengtang came back to his senses, looked at the tidy bed, and was afraid to sit on it.

Yang Ruoqing seemed to see what he was thinking, and smiled.

"What a fool, look at your talent!"

She raised her hand and pressed his shoulder to sit him on the edge of the bed.

"Tang Yazi, what about the new pair of shoes I gave you that day? Have you worn them yet?" She asked again immediately.

Mentioning that pair of shoes, Luo Fengtang blushed again.

There was a warmth in his eyes.

He shook his head, "Not yet."

"Why don't you wear it?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

Luo Fengtang smiled, without chewing.

Qing'er made such beautiful shoes for him, so what if they are worn out?

He has to keep it.

Yang Ruoqing was focused on completing the task assigned by Sun, and didn't pay much attention to Luo Fengtang's thoughts.

"Where are the shoes?" she asked again.

"In the closet," he said.

Yang Ruoqing then turned around and walked towards the cabinet.

Luo Fengtang was a little surprised, his eyes followed Yang Ruoqing's figure.

"What are you going to do, Qing'er?" He asked.

"Find it out and give it a try to see if it fits."

Yang Ruoqing said without turning her head.

There is basically nothing in the cabinet, just a few worn out clothes.

Yang Ruoqing didn't see the shoes.

Suddenly, her fingers touched the bottom of those clothes, and there was a cloth bag.

Touch it with your hand, it is the pair of shoes.

No wonder I couldn't see it at a glance, this kid actually wrapped the shoes with clothes three layers inside and three layers outside.

Yang Ruoqing untied them layer by layer, and couldn't help laughing when she saw the brand new cloth shoes lying quietly inside.

"It's not a treasure, look at you, you're still wrapped like this at the bottom of the box!"

She smiled, turned around and returned to the bed with the new shoes in her hands.

"Come on, try it on and see if it fits you well?"

She said, squatting down in front of him, making a gesture to take off the espadrille on his foot.

"Qing'er, I'll do it myself!"

Luo Fengtang hurriedly stopped him.

Yang Ruoqing said nonchalantly: "Your injury is not fully healed yet, bending over will easily open the wound, let me do it."

She stretched out her hand, but he drew back his feet to avoid her hand.

"My feet are smelly, I'm afraid I'll smell you~" he said in a muffled voice.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then she pursed her lips and smiled.

Glancing at him, she said, "I've learned about the smell of your feet last time."

The last time I was also entrusted by my mother to measure the size of my feet with him.

As soon as the shoes were taken off, she almost got smoked.

"Don't be awkward, no matter how awkward you are, you won't look like a man. Quickly, stretch your feet over!"

she ordered.

Luo Fengtang bit the bullet and stretched his feet over.

Yang Ruoqing held his feet, took off her sandals, and put new shoes on his feet.

Xinna's shoes will be a little tight for the first time, and it will be a bit difficult.

Yang Ruoqing bit her lip, stretched out her hands, and put the shoes on his feet.

While talking to himself.

"Theoretically, it should fit your feet. Back then, I measured them according to the size of your feet..."

Luo Fengtang listened silently, feeling happy in his heart.

Qing'er's words confirmed his guess even more.

These shoes were indeed given by her.

"Qing'er, I'll do it myself."

He couldn't bear to see Yang Ruoqing blushing from exerting herself so hard.

Bend down, squeeze your feet hard into the shoes, and then grab the heel of the shoes and go up.

The feet are completely set in.

"Yeah, it's in, let me pinch it."

Yang Ruoqing cried out in surprise, squeezed her hand back and forth, left and right, and nodded again and again.

"It's great, not too big, not too small, just right," she said.

Luo Fengtang also buried his head in looking at his feet.

He couldn't even remember the last time he wore new shoes, was it three years ago?Or five years ago?

At that time, the uncle's health was better than now, and he could still earn money by blacksmithing.

The uncle bought rice with the money he earned and sent it to his aunt's house in Qingshui Town.

As a courtesy, my aunt gave him a pair of shoes, or made him a dress or something.

In recent years, my uncle's body and bones are not as good as before.

He had to take over the burden of his uncle and support his family.

There was no extra money to exchange courtesy with my aunt, and the two families gradually stopped communicating.

For several years, he has not made new clothes or worn new shoes.

He moved his toes lightly in the shoe.

It's tight and warm, and the toes don't leak air, which is great!

"Tang Yazi, how do your feet feel? They shouldn't be crowded, right?"

Yang Ruoqing's inquiry brought Luo Fengtang back from his thoughts.

"It fits very well, Qing'er, thank you for giving me such a good shoe..."

He said in a muffled voice, his voice was a little hoarse.

Hearing that the shoes fit well, Yang Ruoqing also had a satisfied smile on her face.

She blinked at Luo Fengtang and said: "You're talking stupid again, we are our own people, why don't we just have a pair of shoes, thank you!"

The boy didn't gnaw, but stared deeply at the doll in front of him.

There seemed to be something in his chest that was surging violently.

Suddenly, he leaned over to take off his shoes.

He was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.

"It's cold, straw sandals don't work, so don't take off these shoes, just wear them like this," she said.

Luo Fengtang shook his head, "It would be a pity to wear out such good shoes."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing was happy.

"What a silly boy, aren't the shoes just for wearing?"

"If it's worn out, it's a big deal and I'll give you another pair later!"

Another pair?

Luo Fengtang thought he had heard it wrong.

He looked at the girl with a serious face in front of him, and his heart could not be calm for a long time.

In the end, he still couldn't persuade Yang Ruoqing and put the new shoes on his feet.

Yang Ruoqing helped him tidy up the house again, and sprinkled the insect repellent and anti-mildew powder on the four corners of the house and under the bed.

After finishing all this, she handed the 160 Wen to Luo Fengtang.

"This is the dividend from selling tofu last time, and you will keep your share!"

"No, no, I didn't send tofu last time, so I must never take this money!"

Luo Fengtang shook his head, he refused to accept the 160 Wen even if he was beaten to death.

(End of this chapter)