Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 255 The heart is also warm (two more)

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's tough attitude, Luo Fengtang was slightly startled.

He then grinned: "Qing'er, don't be annoyed, I'm hot!"

The boy said, and leaned down to take off his sandals.

Then, a little embarrassed, he put those big feet that were still stained with mud into the hot water basin in front of him.

Cold feet, wrapped in warm hot water.

He couldn't help but let out a comfortable sigh!

"How's it going? Warm your feet with hot water, right?"

Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

Yang Ruoqing squatted down, took a handful of hot water, and poured it on his exposed calf.

"The rich take good medicine, and the poor soak their feet more."

"In winter, remember to soak your feet in hot water every night before going to bed."

"It's warm, it's not easy to get sick, remember?" she urged.

Luo Fengtang nodded vigorously.

This time, my feet are not cold, and my heart is warm!

Taking advantage of his quiet soaking, Yang Ruoqing came out of the house with his pair of straw shoes.

Knock off the dust on it and carry it back again.

She leaned down and felt the temperature of the water with her fingers.

"Well, it's almost there, I'll help you wipe it up." Yang Ruoqing said.

She rolled up her sleeves and squatted down to twist the handkerchief.

He was stopped by Luo Fengtang.

"Qing'er, how can I ask you to wipe it? I'll do it myself!"

He said, involuntarily snatched the veil from her hand.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flashed slightly.

In this era, men are superior to women, and men are naturally used to being served by women.

Especially in this country, women help wash the feet of men in every household.

Even before Yang Huazhong didn't break his leg, Sun helped wash that foot.

Now injured in bed, even more so.

Everyone is used to it.

Just now, Yang Ruoqing went to twist the veil, but just wanted to test Luo Fengtang.

For a while, he saw that he neatly wringed out the veil and wiped his feet there.

She pursed her lips and nodded secretly.

Seeing her smiling and looking at him wiping his feet, he grinned and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"My feet stink to death, and when I turned around, I stained your handkerchief..."

Yang Ruoqing giggled: "Then next time you remember to accompany me for ten!"

Luo Fengtang: "...".

"Hee hee, are you kidding me, whose handkerchief is not used to wash your face and wipe your feet?"

She smiled and said, "Just wash it when it's dirty."

Seeing that he was about to slip his bare feet into those straw shoes, she stopped him again.

"Wait for your overshoes, and I'll go get you a pair of socks!"

He wanted to say no, but Yang Ruoqing said that and walked out of the room quickly.

Soon, she turned back to the house with a pair of black men's socks in her hand.

There are patches on the socks.

"These are my dad's socks. Your feet are probably about the same size. You can wear them first!"

She handed the socks to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang didn't take the socks.

"You gave me the socks, what will the third uncle wear?" he asked.

"My father still has a pair. You can wear these first. It's not good to be barefoot all the time in winter!" she said.

Luo Fengtang couldn't resist Yang Ruoqing in the end, and took the socks.

Look at how clumsy he looks when he wears socks.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but laugh.

"Tangyazi, you're wearing it upside down. That one stepped on the heel."

She reminded from the side.

Luo Fengtang blushed.

"Hey, let's not hide it from Qing'er, I'm so big, it's the first time I wear socks!" he said.

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

But she knew he wasn't a liar.

Said not worn, it should be really not worn.

If you think about it, you can understand.

With a family like that in the past, it would be nice if he could have a full stomach and not only be naked!

Moreover, in this country, there are many poor people who do not wear socks.

"It's alright, you put on these socks first, I'll get the rags later, and I'll make you two more pairs!" she said.

Luo Fengtang didn't gnaw, and put his head down and put on his socks seriously.

Qinger said to make me socks?

From now on, can I wear my own socks too?

Luo Fengtang's heart was up and down.

When it was snowing as a child, he pulled firewood in the snow with bare feet.

When he saw Chen Hu and Chen Xiong, who were the same age in the village, wearing socks and shoes made by their mother, he was envious!

Go home and ask your uncle.

The uncle touched his head and sighed.

"Tangyazi, uncle can't do the work of those women's houses!"

"When you grow up in the future and marry a daughter-in-law, you can also wear socks and shoes!"

Now, he also has his own new cloth shoes.

Now put on socks again.

And all this is given by the girl in front of me!

Luo Fengtang's face was moved, and the fingers in socks couldn't help shaking slightly.

Putting on socks and shoes, Luo Fengtang stood up.

He felt warm all over.

Leaning over to pick up the water basin on the ground, he poured the water into the yard.

"Qing'er, if there is nothing else, I will go home first!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes, then you go first."

After Luo Fengtang left, Yang Ruoqing took the door to the house and planned to go to the front yard to find her mother and two younger brothers.

Before he opened his heels, there was a sudden commotion in the front yard.

It was Liu's hysterical cries.

That voice screamed terribly, like killing a pig.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's brows jumping.

It is hard to imagine that a woman who has just given birth to a child still has the strength to call out like that!

She raised her feet and ran towards the front yard. Before she turned around the corner of the stove in Lao Yang's house, she almost collided with Da'an and Xiao'an, who ran towards him.

"Yeah, what are you two doing running so fast? Where's your mother?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Da An was out of breath, and said to Yang Ruoqing, "Sister, don't go there for a while, the fourth uncle is beating the fourth aunt there!"

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing was so shocked that her chin almost fell to the ground.

"Why did the fourth uncle beat the fourth aunt?" she asked hurriedly.

"I don't know!" Daan shook his head.

"The few of us are playing outside the house, while the mother and the nanny are in the fourth aunt's house."

"The fourth uncle came back from outside, pulled us aside and rushed in, then called the fourth aunt."

"We were scared and ran back!"

Daan finished speaking in one breath, his face still a little frightened.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Sure, then you all play at the door of your house, and I'll go to pick up my mother!"

……

When Yang Ruoqing arrived at the front yard, the front yard was already a mess.

Old Yang stood at the door of Liu's house with his hands behind his back, shouting into the house with a face darker than the bottom of the pot.

"Fourth, you bastard, if you have anything to say later, your daughter-in-law has just given birth to a child, you can stop it for me..."

The roar of Old Yang's head was quickly covered by the noise in the house.

Tan's scolding, Sun's persuasion, and Liu's howling.

There are also the cries of the two cousins ​​in the fourth room, mixed together.

Yang Ruoqing approached, but she alone did not hear the voice of her fourth uncle, Yang Huaming.

The door was ajar, and she peered in through the crack of the door.

The picture inside shocked her.

(End of this chapter)