Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 285 A Man Who Tears Does Not Flick (Three More)

mu Zichuan looked at the woman in front of him deeply, and two tears squeezed out of the corner of the boy's eyes.

The boy does not cry easily.

Just because you haven't reached the sad place!

The two of them discussed it, and taking advantage of the windy night, they carried Yang Huaming out of the yard.

Throwing it on the road in the village.

Yang Huaming was ravaged by the north wind all night.

When he was discovered the next day, he lost most of his life.

The news came back to the old Yang family, which shocked the old Yang family up and down.

Lao Yang Tou Lei was furious, and immediately led a group of old and young men to push the scooter and hula la to pick up people.

Daan and Xiaoan followed to watch the fun.

Yang Ruoqing only learned the news at noon.

Early in the morning, she and Tang Yazi went to town to deliver tofu series.

Before burning lunch, Yang Ruoqing helped Sun to pick up pig food.

The two of them talked about Yang Huaming.

Mrs Sun said, "Listen to Daniel and the others, your fourth uncle is outside, and you have everything you need to eat, drink, prostitute, and gamble."

"I'm afraid that this time I offended someone and was calculated!"

Yang Ruoqing hooked her lips.

While mixing the chopped nettle grass into the pig's food, he said, "Maybe it's a romantic debt!"

"My fourth uncle was born with a good skin, and he had to go to the village to play with flowers. It is not uncommon to be taught a lesson."

Sun nodded, all of these are possible.

"After your fourth uncle brought it back, I didn't dare to go to see it." Sun continued.

"But I heard Daan come back and say that with all the injuries on his body, his face will be disfigured. Hey, what a sin!"

However, Yang Ruoqing pouted, "If there is a cause, there will be an effect, there is nothing to worry about."

She mixed the pig food here and took it out to feed the three little pigs.

On the topic of the fourth uncle, I don't want to discuss too much.

They are all non-nutritious things, so it would be more interesting to watch the pigs eat!

She scooped the pig food into the pig trough, and the three little pigs happily ran over to eat it.

The heads of the three pigs squeezed together, and the ears of the six pigs fluttered like the leaves of six sycamore trees.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the physiques of the three of them and nodded secretly.

Nettle grass is a good thing.

Used to feed pigs, Piggy grows fast and has shiny fur.

When they were caught, they all weighed between fifteen and twenty pounds.

After more than a month of careful feeding, the youngest boar weighed over 30 catties.

The biggest little boar weighed almost forty pounds.

While Yang Ruoqing was watching with relish, Luo Fengtang came over there.

"Qing'er."

He shouted.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and smiled when she saw it was him.

"Didn't you ask your family to go to a break? Why are you here again?" she asked.

For more than 60 miles to and from the town, he pushed the wheelbarrow, and his hands and feet were all blistered.

"My uncle sent me over to talk to the third uncle," he said.

"What's the matter?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "It's like this. My family will buy land and write a contract. My uncle also wants your uncle to help you write it."

"My uncle is afraid that I will invite him alone, and I will be rude. I want the third uncle to help me out." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Blacksmith Luo is an iron striker, and he is very thoughtful and polite.

In other words, the uncle Yang Huaan, a ten thousand year old boy, is afraid that his tail is going to be lifted into the sky, right?

After all, it is her uncle, and she can only think about these slanders in her heart.

"So that's what happened, then, go in and tell my father!" she said.

"Yeah!" Luo Fengtang went into the house to look for Yang Huazhong.

Here, Yang Ruoqing continued to feed the pigs.

He also took the time to pick up the freshly laid egg in the chicken coop.

Luo Fengtang quickly pushed Yang Huazhong out of the room.

"Qing'er, Tang Yazi and I are going to your uncle's house, do you want to go there together?"

Yang Huazhong asked Yang Ruoqing this.

Yang Ruoqing said: "You go first, I'll find you later."

"also."

Yang Huazhong was pushed by Luo Fengtang and went straight to the front yard of Lao Yang's house.

……

It's windy today, and Yang Huamei is sitting in the warm barrel under the window to make a fire.

In his arms he was still playing with prosperous wealth.

Yang Huamei's plump back turned her back to the window. Luo Fengtang pushed Yang Huazhong through the yard, and she didn't care much.

This movement did not escape Wang Cai's dog's eyes.

"Wang, wang wang~ darling wang~"

Wang Cai suddenly stretched his neck and barked out the window.

This dog thing, recognize life.

Yang Huazhong stayed in the house, and Luo Fengtang was the first to come back to the front yard of the old Yang's house.

Suddenly, I saw two unfamiliar faces breaking into my own territory.

Wang Cai suddenly screamed and grinned out the window.

"What's wrong with prosperous wealth? Who is not pleasing to the eye again?"

Yang Huamei touched Wang Cai's hair and asked with a smile.

Wang Cai didn't know how to speak, and still stretched his neck and barked out the window.

Yang Huamei then twisted her neck without a neck, and also looked out the window.

Don't look at it.

At this sight, Yang Huamei was so excited that she almost fell from the warm barrel.

Tang Yazi?

It's Tang Yazi!

Wang Cai was thrown to the ground by her, and she hurriedly put on her shoes and prepared to chase out of the house.

As soon as the door was opened, Yang Huamei suddenly thought of something.

She stopped, looked down at the clothes on her body, and frowned.

Turning around, it's like rummaging through boxes...

In the house of Yang Huaan, the big house in the front yard.

Yang Huaan was sitting at the table drinking tea with his gloves in his sleeves.

After listening to Yang Huazhong, who was sitting across from him, he explained his intentions.

A proud look appeared on Yang Huaan's face.

He lifted his eyelids and glanced at Luo Fengtang, who was standing behind Yang Huazhong, respectfully.

"Writing a contract is not a sloppy thing. Not everyone who has read a book can write it."

"There are many doorways here."

Yang Huaan shook his head and said with a serious look on his face.

Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang both listened carefully and nodded in agreement.

"The things to be purchased are also very particular." Yang Huaan continued.

Luo Fengtang nodded again: "Uncle Yang, what needs to be done to write the contract, please instruct, and the little nephew will go back and do it."

Yang Huaan slightly foreheaded and pulled one hand out of his sleeve.

He tapped the table lightly, making an unfathomable look.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing pushed the door and came in.

When Luo Fengtang saw her come in, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and winked at him, then came in and stood beside him.

He glanced at Yang Huaan's 'unpredictable' look at the table opposite.

She asked Luo Fengtang in a low voice, "What did you say? My uncle promised to write it?"

Luo Fengtang nodded: "Yes, but I don't know what to do, I'm asking your uncle for advice."

What to do?

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

At best, Yang Huaan just wrote a few lines in the past.

Don't you have a pen, paper and ink?

The last time I wrote the contract at her house, it was the pen, ink and paper that I got from Yang Yongxian, my brother in the lobby.

She was suspicious here, and over the table, Yang Huaan made a sound.

He glanced at Luo Fengtang and pondered: "First of all, you have to buy a set of pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Yang Huaan then shook his head and said, "Let's start with this one."

"This one, the most famous pens in our country of Daqi include Huzhou Huzhou brushes from Huzhou, Taicang brushes. Waiting shop faults, Hunan ** brushes and Jiangxi's Wenxiang brushes."

"I have always favored Huzhou Lake Pen." Yang Huaan licked his lips.

(End of this chapter)