Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 260 Not a good person (three more)

Hearing Da An's words, Yang Huazhong frowned and fell silent.

Yang Ruoqing didn't bite.

Tea is not a rare thing.

Catch up with such a banquet and keep cooking and cooking.

The hot water in the pot boiled after a while, and the tea pot was not enough.

The guests at the two tables in the front yard, even if they came from the Sahara Desert, could not drink so much tea!

Obviously, Mr. Tan just didn't want to give it, so he sent Da An like this!

As for the mother-in-law, Mrs. Sun, she was definitely assigned by Mrs. Tan to keep her feet on the ground.

There's not even a chance to go to the toilet!

Yang Ruoqing was a little annoyed.

But seeing Yang Huazhong's guilty face, she suppressed the fire in her heart.

She smiled and said to Yang Huazhong, "Dad, it's alright, I'll go to the kitchen to boil hot water, it'll be fine in a while!"

While speaking, Luo Fengtang also entered the room.

He came to say hello to Yang Huazhong.

"Tangyazi, you accompany my father to talk, and I'll boil the hot water."

She greeted Luo Fengtang.

"Ok!"

Luo Fengtang nodded, touched Xiao An's head, and then came to the bedside to talk to Yang Huazhong.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and came to the stove, added water, and stuffed a few pine hairs into the stove.

Daan followed.

"Sister, I can stuff firewood, but I can't irrigate..."

Daan said softly, like a child who did something wrong.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Da An and smiled dotingly.

"Silly brother, it's not your fault. You're still young, and it's unbelievable that the water will get scalded!"

she said with a smile.

Da An is only eight years old, and his stature is half a head taller than this Guotai.

Ask him to pull out the earthen jug full of boiling water from the stove and put it into the insulated tea jug.

Not to mention him, even she herself is a bit difficult.

"Da'an, there is a banquet in front of you, why didn't you call your father to take a seat?"

Yang Ruoqing asked again.

That's what she cares most about.

According to the rules, Daan and Xiaoan are grandchildren and children.

Such a formal banquet is not qualified to sit at a table.

It is usually after the dinner table is finished and the guests disperse.

The leftovers were hot and cold, and then Mr. Tan led his daughter-in-law, granddaughter and grandchildren to eat under the kitchen.

but--

However, Yang Huazhong was qualified to have a proper banquet.

Now that he is eating well in front of him, he is still sitting on the bed and can't even drink hot tea?

Yang Ruoqing is upset!

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Da An frowned.

"I don't know what's going on, I haven't been here this past morning..."

Yang Ruoqing asked again: "The uncle, the fourth uncle and the cousin, have anyone come here?"

The fifth uncle is the protagonist today, and he definitely can't find it, so there's no need to ask.

Daan thought about it again, and shook his head.

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes.

Are the people of the Lao Yang family too busy to be left behind, or are they deliberate?

The hot water in the crock boiled in such repeated speculation.

Yang Ruoqing took the earthen pot that Daan carried and filled it with freshly boiled hot water.

When he was carried to the next room, Luo Fengtang was still talking with Yang Huazhong.

Seeing her come in with hot water, Luo Fengtang quickly got up and greeted her, took the hot water in her hand and put it on the table over there.

"Qing'er, I just discussed an idea with the third uncle, and the third uncle has already nodded for you."

Luo Fengtang said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised and looked at Yang Huazhong who was on the bed, also smiling.

"What are you and my dad talking about behind my back? Come on and let me hear it." Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Yang Huazhong said: "Your Uncle Luo's family is going to buy farmland in a few days, and I want you to help me pack up a lunch to entertain Uncle Yu and Lizheng. I nodded for you."

Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up when she heard it.

"It's good to buy a farm, Tang Yazi, which farm did you and your uncle like? How long? How much?"

"Two acres of third-class fields, two taels of silver per acre, for a total of four taels." Luo Fengtang said.

"It's also in the south of the village, close to Lijia Village, not far from the fields that Qing'er bought a few days ago!"

"Oh, that's good, we'll have company when we go to work in the future!"

Yang Ruoqing stroked her palm.

Luo Fengtang scratched his head and smiled.

Over there, Daan poured two bowls of hot tea for Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang brought his bowl to Yang Huazhong: "Third uncle, drink it first!"

Yang Huazhong waved his hand: "I sit here all day long, and I don't do anything. I'm not thirsty or thirsty, you drink and you drink."

Here, Yang Ruoqing drank a few sips of hot tea and felt much more comfortable in her throat and eyes.

She then asked Luo Fengtang, "When will you sign the contract?"

"28 at the end of this month."

"Well, there are still more than ten days, and then I will accompany you to buy vegetables in Wa City."

"Ok!"

……

Old Yang's front yard, inside the main house.

With the courtyard in the middle as the dividing line, there is a table of the Eight Immortals in each of the front and rear halls.

At the table of the Eight Immortals in front, the men were staggering, and the banquet was in full swing.

The head of old Yang, the head of Changping Village, the head of Lao Wang and the head of Chen next door.

Bao Suyun's maiden brother, Luo Tiejiang, Yang Huaan, Yang Huaming, Yang Huazhou, Yang Yongxian.

Ten people, just gathered a full table.

Li Zheng was sitting in the first place, and Bao Suyun's elder brother was sitting in the first place.

At the table in the second half of the main room, women and family members also sat at a full table.

They were Aunt Zhou, a matchmaker from the Old Yang family.

Aunt Luo, the matchmaker sent by the Bao family.

Bao Suyun's sister-in-law, Aunt Zhou's eldest daughter-in-law, and Li Zheng's mother-in-law.

Yang Huamei, and Bao Suyun holding Dabao beside Yang Huamei.

There are still two or three vacancies left, and they are also seated by the female relatives of relatives in the village.

……

In the kitchen in the backyard of Lao Yang's house.

The smell of oil smoke rose, and Jin guarded the bottom two stoves.

Mr. Sun took the spoon, put the fried vegetables on the tray next to them, and then the second boy, Yang Yongjin, took them to the main room in the front yard.

Mr. Tan stood aside with his little feet to assign.

"Second daughter-in-law, after you cook the last two dishes, send them to the front yard. The second boy hasn't come back from the thatched hut!"

"Hey, good!"

Mr. Sun neatly put the dishes into a bowl, picked up the tray and was about to leave, but Mr. Tan stopped him again.

"Then take off the apron on your waist, it's dirty, what appetite do the guests see?"

Tan said angrily.

Mrs Sun blushed and nodded again and again: "Mother said that it's the daughter-in-law who owes you all the consideration."

After Mr. Sun took off his apron, he picked up the tray and sent the vegetables to the front yard.

Mrs Tan pouted at Mrs Sun's back, and muttered, "It's rash, not so good!"

Mrs Sun didn't hear Mrs Tan's muttering, the woman walked briskly with the tray in hand.

Today, this dish is all fried by herself, and the guests are satisfied with it, and she is also happy.

Especially when I think of my man, the leg disease is about to heal.

I am afraid that I will also sit at the table to accompany the guests.

The man was stuffy in the house for a month or two, so stuffy it was about to get moldy.

At this time, I can finally be like other men, at such a festive banquet, eating and drinking, talking about the world.

The joy in the heart of the woman is beyond words!

She carried the tray into the main room in the front yard.

First, put a fried small yellow croaker on the tray on the table.

He smiled and said a few words, then turned to go to the table of the men in front.

Yang Huaming got up to take the dish.

Before leaving, Mr. Sun glanced at the guests at the table.

The woman was surprised.

One more glance.

Strange, why didn't Qinger's father come?

"The third daughter-in-law, the dishes are delivered. You have nothing to do here. Go back to the kitchen!"

Old Yang's face turned red from the drink.

Seeing that Mr. Sun was still at the table, he waved to Mr. Sun.

"Oh."

(End of this chapter)