Splendid peasant girl busy farming

4750 - Wife's Proposal

As soon as the carriage entered the courtyard, Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing unloaded the things they purchased this time, Yang Huazhong picked up the bag of sauced elbows and planned to send them to Old Yang's old house.

In the end, he was stopped by Mrs. Sun.

"This is the first day of the new year. Parents will eat and drink with Wufang this month. Why don't you just send the sauced knuckles to the fifth sibling and ask her to warm up the wine for dad at night." Sun reminded.

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, and patted his head: "If you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost sent the sauce elbow to Laosi and Xiaojuan. Yes, yes, it's October, and it's Wufang's turn to support me. Just send the sauced elbow."

"Wait a minute, take this bag of silk thread with you. The fifth sibling asked me to bring it for her." Sun said again.

Yang Huazhong took the things and hurried to deliver them.

Yang Ruoqing took Luo Baobao back home. At night, there were several dishes packed from the restaurant on the dinner table of Luo's family.

There are those that blacksmith Luo likes, those that Wang Cuilian likes, and those that are suitable for Tuoba Xian.

In addition, Yang Ruoqing also specially brought Luo Tiejiang a jar of osmanthus wine.

"It was recommended by Chef Zhou and me, please bring a jar for you to taste." Yang Ruoqing said.

Blacksmith Luo liked wine the most, holding the wine jar, he smiled and squinted his eyes.

"Lao Zhou is not bad. Next time I go to the town and bring him two catties of wild tea from our mountain. I'm sure he likes it." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Then she took out the fabric she had pulled and handed it to Wang Cuilian: "Auntie, the weather is getting colder. These fabrics are new this season. Some of the designs and colors are new styles this year. I heard it came from Changhuaizhou. I will give it to you." You and my mother-in-law each brought two horses, and you made some jackets to wear."

"There's also this material, it's not bad to make pants for my uncle, just look at it." Yang Ruoqing said.

Wang Cuilian looked at the fabrics on the table, she liked them all in her eyes.

"This material is good, and it feels good to the touch. Later, I will buy some high-quality cotton from the villagers, and send it to the bomber to make cotton wool. It will be the best for making jackets." She repeated.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Okay, the playmakers in Li's Village are famous far and wide, if Auntie wants to invite someone to play at our house, I will make an appointment in advance..."

"No appointment." Wang Cuilian hurriedly waved her hand, "I will invite your mother and your fifth aunt to go with them at that time, so I don't need to make an appointment to go home."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said hello.

In the hearts of the women of farmers' families, in the early winter after late autumn, the slack season of the year began to usher.

During the slack season, several women meet together to go to the market, press oil in the oil mill in the neighboring village, play cotton wool, or pound rice together, grind and grind flour to make cakes for eating...

These are recreational and leisure activities during the slack season.

Go together, go back together, gossiping along the way, chatting with other women with the same purpose in neighboring villages, talking about interesting things in each other's villages, and then catching up with each other, talking The jokes were also done, and the last group of people came home satisfied, which means that a very meaningful thing has been completed.

Naturally, Yang Ruoqing would not deprive them of opportunities to entertain, on the contrary, sometimes she would secretly create such opportunities for them to entertain.

After coaxing uncle and aunt to be happy, Yang Ruoqing went to her mother-in-law Tuobaxian's room.

At this time, the mother-in-law should have just returned from the Buddhist hall and was resting in the house.

When Yang Ruoqing knocked on the door and came in, she found her mother-in-law sitting under the lamp, reading a letter in her hand, and a brocade box beside her.

Although the brocade box was closed and the contents inside could not be seen, Yang Ruoqing recognized at a glance that it was a gift from Chen'er's father-in-law when Chen'er came home for the New Year last year.

A special wooden comb.

The verses engraved on the wooden comb are the vows they made when they were in love.

May I be like the star king like the moon, and the night and night flow bright and clean...

What a beautiful oath, I am the star, you are the moon, the stars and the moon shine together, and we will stay together forever.

It's a pity that the parents-in-law, the pair of Xingyue and Xingyue, have drawn a long river of time between them, and they have not seen each other for 30 years...

"Mother, is it convenient for me to come in?" Yang Ruoqing hesitated for a moment after pushing the door open and saw the scene in front of her, and couldn't help asking one more question.

Tuoba Xian's eyes still fell on the letter paper in her hand, and said in a gentle voice: "It's okay, you can come and talk with me."

Yang Ruoqing knew that her mother-in-law was lonely, and wanted to talk to someone to soothe her mood.

So, she responded obediently, turned around and closed the door, sat down at the table, and looked up at her mother-in-law.

The orange candlelight shrouded the mother-in-law's face. Her gentle face was beautiful and elegant, and the years had treated her very kindly. She was nearly fifty years old, but there was no trace of oldness on her face.

Even the fine lines at the corners of the eyes are so light that they need to be examined carefully.

Yang Ruoqing thought of her mother-in-law a few years ago, she seemed to be older than now, and she seemed to have undergone miraculous changes in the past year or so.

Yang Ruoqing secretly attributed this to the nourishment of love.

"Qing'er, tell me, what exactly is that person thinking?" Tuobaxian asked suddenly.

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and found that she was distracted, and she didn't even hear what her mother-in-law asked clearly.

Fortunately, Tuobaxian doesn't seem to really care about Yang Ruoqing's answer, or in other words, Tuobaxian also knows that Yang Ruoqing is not that person, so she can't give that person's answer.

She just needs a confidant, so she stroked the letter paper in her hand with her fingers, and said to herself: "From the letters he wrote to me, I can feel that his feelings for me have not changed, and it is still the same at 30." The him from years ago."

"But I can't figure it out. I love you so much, why did he hide from me for 30 years? Why hasn't he come to see me until now?"

"The year we met, I was sixteen, he was twenty, the year we parted, I was eighteen, and now I'm 48, we've wasted 30 years in between, how many 30 years are there in life?"

"Does he have to wait until the day when I'm about to die, that he will come to see me for the last time?"

"If that's the case, then I would rather he never appear in front of me. I don't want him to see me with gray hair. I just want to keep my youthful appearance in his memory. However, at this moment, I , and how much I want to meet him, just treat him as an old friend..."

Tuobaxian's voice gradually sank, and finally turned into a long sigh.

A drop of clear tears fell on the letter paper between the fingers, and the brush and ink were rendered, as if all the memories and longings, nostalgia and sorrow in the crushed time...

The room was suddenly enveloped by a sad mood.

Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes. In the world of love, she has always been spoiled and cared for by Luo Fengtang in a smooth manner in the world of love.

To be honest, she has never had the experience of her mother-in-law Tuobaxian, but she can understand her mother-in-law's sadness and confusion.

Really unable to find any words to comfort her mother-in-law, Yang Ruoqing broke her heart and said, "Mother, if you are really not equal, let's go to the East China Sea to find my father-in-law! You are right, there are not many 30 years in life, even if the father-in-law There is a reason for disappearing for 30 years, and today, it is time for all the difficulties to come to light. People with love should not leave this world with regrets!"

(End of this chapter)