Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3490 Who is the Murderer
"It's okay, I can cook some food for him after I finish packing, I guess he might not be able to eat at this moment." Yang Ruoqing said.

Wang Cuilian had no choice but to follow Yang Ruoqing, "Then I'll go to the old house and feed the pigs and chickens."

Yang Ruoqing nodded. From the beginning of the new year this year until now, the uncle and aunt have lived in the new house.

At first it was because of the Chinese New Year, so we lived together, and then she went to Jianye to find Chen'er, and it was not appropriate for Tuobaxian to bring Dazhi and the baby in the new house.

So the couple continued to live here and helped take care of the children together.

Later, Yang Ruoqing came back with Chen'er. In order to get closer to their grandson who had been separated for seven years, Luo Tiejiang and his wife were reluctant to move back to the old house.

A few days ago, Blacksmith Luo proposed to wait until after the Dragon Boat Festival before moving back.

Yang Ruoqing must have kept them, but Blacksmith Luo insisted on moving back to the old house.

His reason is still the same as before, now that he can run and jump, he lives alone, and everyone is at ease.

In the future, when they get old and sick and can't walk or are sick and bedridden, they will live together again so that it will be convenient for Yang Ruoqing and the others to take care of them.

Therefore, Yang Ruoqing didn't force her, and respected her elders' ideas.

In the backyard, Yang Ruoqing cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks neatly. Guessing that it was about the same time, she grabbed two handfuls of wheat flour and beat one in.
Sprinkle a spoonful of scallion foam, then put oil in the pan, and spread it into a thin scallion egg pancake.

Stir-fry the lean meat and vegetables together, wrap two chopsticks in the egg pancake, cut it in half with a knife, put it on a small plate and bring it to Dazhi's house.

The door was closed, and there was no sound from inside.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised. Could it be that the child fell asleep while doing homework?
"Zhi'er, are you in the house?" Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and knocked on the door lightly.

In the room, there was suddenly the sound of pulling drawers and moving stools.

not asleep?Are you doing your homework?

Yang Ruoqing thought, "Zhi'er, come in, mother!"

After she finished speaking, she opened the door and entered the house.

At a glance, Dazhi was sitting behind the desk, the desk in front of him was empty, the writing brush was placed directly on the desk, and the ink was even splashed on the desk.

Holding on to the edge of the table with a pair of small hands, he seemed to be about to get up, but Yang Ruoqing had already entered, his face flushed red.

However, the small schoolbag was thrown on the bed without opening it at all.

With just one glance, Yang Ruoqing felt a little puzzled.

The kid didn't even open his schoolbag, so what did he write here earlier?Ink splattered everywhere.

"Mom, you, why are you here?"

Dazhi stood up, looked at Yang Ruoqing, his eyes flickered, and he stuttered.

"Zhi'er, what's the matter with you? Is something uncomfortable, son?" Yang Ruoqing asked worriedly, then put down the plate, and wanted to reach out to touch Dazhi's forehead.

However, he turned his head away and took two steps back.

Yang Ruoqing fumbled for nothing, and was even more surprised what was wrong with this child?

When I came back from school, I was still talking and laughing, why did I seem to be very raw after eating a night meal?
Could it be that the child's temper came up because of the smell of preserved eggs?
Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing smiled softly, withdrew her hand, pointed to the scallion egg pancake on the plate and said to Dazhi, "Zhier, you didn't eat a few bites at night, you will be hungry later at night."

"Mother baked your favorite scallion omelette for you, with meat stuffing inside, come here and eat it while it's hot."

Dazhi's eyes fell on the cakes on the plate on the table, and there was a gleam of light in his eyes.

He nodded slightly, "Well, good."

But still stood still.

"Why don't you eat?" Yang Ruoqing asked again, wondering why this kid is acting weird today?
Dazhi pursed his lips and said, "Mother, go and do your work first. I'll take the dishes to the kitchen by myself after I finish eating."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "There's no need to give it away, just take it away when Huiniang brings the bath water over."

Yang Ruoqing left the house, and even closed the door thoughtfully.

The child is grown up, probably has his own secret, right?
Well, to be a mother who respects children's privacy, if there is anything, the children should ask her for help when they need her help.

Yang Ruoqing thought firmly and came to the front yard.

Walking halfway, I heard Luo Baobao's angry voice coming from the front, as if he was scolding someone.

But Chen'er's voice was not heard.

Yang Ruoqing's heart tightened, and she quickly stepped forward.

He saw Luo Baobao standing on the edge of the rockery in front of him, with an angry expression on his face, his hands on his hips, and gnashing his teeth.

And Chen'er squatted beside Luo Baobao, lowered her head, her hands seemed to be tinkering with something.

"What's the matter with you?" Yang Ruoqing asked from a distance, and then quickly came to them.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing approaching, Luo Baobao quickly ran towards Yang Ruoqing, grabbed Yang Ruoqing's hand and said anxiously and angrily: "Mom, Mao Qiu's leg was hit by someone, and he walked with a limp. Which villain, bullying the hairball, pissed me off!"

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing hurried to Chen'er's side.

"Chen'er, how is the fur ball?" Yang Ruoqing asked, looking at the fur ball that Chen'er was playing with.

Chen'er said without raising his head: "It is estimated that he was kicked by someone and rolled down from a high place. This hind leg was scratched, so it is a bit in the way when walking."

"I just bandaged it up, and it shouldn't be a big problem to rest for two days."

Hearing Chen'er's words, Yang Ruoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, Maoqiu's life at home is still young, and she doesn't have much affection for Maoqiu.

And the little pup is just trying to be cute.

But it is the daughter's treasure. Yang Ruoqing loves the house and the crow, so naturally she should give some care to the fur ball.

Beside him, even though he heard his brother say that Fuqiu is fine, Luo Baobao still couldn't let go of his anger.

"Mom, I must find that villain who kicked the fur ball. It's too abominable. Such a cute little pup is so cruel to kick it. What a big villain!" Luo Baobao said angrily.

Yang Ruoqing stroked Luo Baobao's soft hair, and said, "I didn't let the hairball play outside, it ran around the yard all day long."

"It's impossible for someone in the family to be willing to kick it. Most likely, it fell down the steps by itself." She said.

"Impossible, Fuqiu can't be that stupid." Luo Baobao argued.

Yang Ruoqing smiled without saying a word.

Chen'er stood up and said: "Mother is right. Maybe I dropped the fur ball by myself. This guy is greedy. Every time I go back to my room, my favorite thing is to look through the trash can."

"It thought there were delicious things in the trash can, and it fell into the trash can with itself several times."

Still Chen'er's words worked, Luo Baobao no longer whined about finding a murderer for Maoqiu.

Turning around and squatting in front of the fur ball, he raised his hand to tease the fur ball, and the fur ball stuck out his tongue to lick Luo Baobao's delicate fingers, rolling over and over on the grass.

This stupid and cute appearance made Luo Baobao laugh in a short while, and the previous unhappiness was also thrown into the sky.

(End of this chapter)