Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Happy event at Uncle Wu's house
After eating and drinking enough, Fuwa also woke up from sleep, Xiaohua dressed her, yawned, her big black grape-like eyes rolled around, looking at Xiaoduo's room, full of curiosity.

Yang Ruoqing was sitting by the side, holding a bowl of egg custard with shrimps in her hand, feeding her a sip from time to time.

The small mouth is clicking, eating with relish.

Da'an came in, saw this, smiled and said: "This is the real clothes to stretch out your hands and mouth to open your mouth."

Xiaohua raised her head and said to Da'an, "I hiccupped while drinking water just now, she rarely hiccups, she was frightened by herself, and almost cried."

Da'an couldn't help laughing.

"Sit down for a while after eating, let's go back after digesting." He said again.

Xiao Hua nodded.

Da'an said to Yang Ruoqing again: "Sheng Nan will lead the way, my brother-in-law and I will go for a walk at the foot of the mountain behind the village."

Yang Ruoqing readily agreed.

After a while Jiaojiao also woke up, Luo Baobao and Feng'er gathered around, playing with Fuwa and Jiaojiao's two little sisters.

A charcoal fire basin was born in the house, which was as warm as spring.

Xiaoduo asked Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua: "When is the fifth uncle's big treasure getting married?"

Xiao Lai wiped Fuwa's mouth and said, "I almost forgot to tell you, December 29."

"Ah? Is it really the 29th of the twelfth lunar month? This day is too close to the Chinese New Year..." Xiaoduo said.

Xiaohua smiled: "My uncle and my aunt want to add more people to the family for the Chinese New Year this year, so that it will be more lively. It just so happens that Jiang's parents are also more open-minded, so they decided on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month."

Yang Ruoqing said: "I often hear you mention the name Jiang Guiling. I haven't seen a real person until now. What kind of girl is she?"

Without waiting for Xiaohua and Xiaoduo to answer, Luo Baobao rushed to say: "The age is about the same as Aunt Mianmian, with a hot personality, like a tomboy, and I don't know each other."

"Fortunately, you said that once she enters the house, she is your aunt. She is an elder, but you can't say that about an elder." Yang Ruoqing smiled and winked at Luo Baobao.

Jiang Guiling came to Uncle Wu's house for the first time, but took Dabao to sneak around the Luo family's yard. Luo Baobao had already told Yang Ruoqing in a letter about being chased and bitten by Luo Baobao's giant teddy.

Luo Baobao then said excitedly: "Mom, of course I can understand clearly, I just want to tell you that Aunt Guiling is not bad, she likes to fight injustices, we had dinner together that time, and the dead Zhang Xiangzi came to our child Domineering at the table, even scaring Aunt Mian Mian, Aunt Gui Ling stood up for Aunt Mian Mian, and slapped Zhang Xiangzi so hard that he couldn't find things!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, Luo Baobao also mentioned this incident to her in his family letter.

Next to her, Xiaoduo said: "I've only met Jiang Guiling two or three times. Her temperament is a bit like that of my aunt."

Xiao Hua also smiled and said: "Gui Ling is a person with ideas, a straight heart, and a personality that is not afraid of the king and I. She dares to say and do anything. From the current point of view, she is good to Aunt Wu and Mian Mian. It should be Gui Ling who made up Dabao's decision."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Well, Wufang finally met someone who turned things around. Wufang is a good old man just like our mother, let alone Mianmian. She lives up to her name. Dabao is also a quiet and good-natured person. Wufang needs She's a strong daughter-in-law with her own opinions, as long as she treats Aunt Five and the others well, that's fine."

Xiaoduo said: "I have to discuss with Shengnan on the 29th. Although there is no business, I still want to congratulate."

……

On the way back to the village, pass by the Taoist temple near 'One Tree'.

Luo Baobao wanted to play in the Taoist temple, Yang Ruoqing held her in her arms and discussed, "The Taoist temple will close on 24th, and when the Taoist temple opens at the beginning of the first month, parents will bring you to burn incense."

Luo Baobao asked: "Is the burning incense very powerful?"

"It can't be described by the word powerful," Yang Ruoqing said, organizing some words, and then patiently explained to Luo Baobao the origin of "burning the head and burning incense" and the good expectations placed in it.

Luo Baobao understood, and asked again: "Is there someone who got up earlier than us and burned incense before us?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled confidently: "Impossible."

"Why?" Luo Baobao was puzzled.

Yang Ruoqing tapped Luo Baobao's eyebrows lightly with her index finger, and said with a smile, "Because our family runs the Taoist temple, Daoist Yuan will keep the head incense for us!"

"Yeah!" Luo Baobao's eyes brightened, "So, we are still very good!"

After returning home, Yang Ruoqing opened the cage, took out a piece of festive plush fabric and spread it on the table, then drew on the fabric with a carbon pen in one hand, and followed the drawn line neatly with scissors in the other hand cropping.

It has been 16 years since she came to this time and space, and she is no longer the modern woman who couldn't even hold an embroidery needle.

After 16 years of polishing, she has already integrated into this time and space. Except for some embroidery skills that pay attention to basic knowledge and talent, she can completely control the making of clothes, shoes and socks for the family.

She was busy cutting clothes around the table, while Luo Fengtang sat beside him and wiped his sword.

Wang Cuilian came over, knowing that they were both in the dormitory, so Wang Cuilian did not rush in, but stood outside the curtain and said, "Qing'er, Ping'er is here."

Yang Ruoqing raised her head.

Ping'er came over last night, but she didn't see her, but she came again today, probably because she wanted to say something to her.

"I'll go to my daughter's room." Luo Fengtang put the sword back to its original position, got up and left the room.

Yang Ruoqing immediately said to Wang Cuilian: "Auntie, ask Ping'er to come to my room!"

Soon, Ping'er came over with a bundle in her hand.

"Ping'er, sit down, I'll cut this last point and pour you tea."

After Ping'er entered the room, she saw Yang Ruoqing standing by the table, holding scissors in her hands, her sleeves rolled up to her arms, looking like she was busy running around.

"I drank it at home." Ping'er said, and then came to the table to look at the strangely cut fabric in front of her: "Qing'er, what are you doing? The top is not like a top, and the skirt is not like a skirt." of."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Of course not, I'm making a sleeping bag."

"Sleeping bag? What's that?" Ping'er asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "My little niece has caught a cold in sleep recently, I'm thinking about making a sleeping bag for the child, so that she can sleep in it compactly and warmly."

Time is running out, first make a baby sleeping bag for Jiaojiao, and treat it as practice.

I will make one for Fuwa later, so that when they are a little older, they will not worry about kicking the quilt at night when they sleep. The children will sleep warmly, and the adults will also sleep soundly.

As for the baby, ashamed, she often spends most of the year outside, missing a lot of years of company.

As for Chen'er, he felt even more ashamed, and directly missed his seven years of growing up.

These things can't be recalled, and the mood is not good when recalled, so now, seeing these new batch of children, Yang Ruoqing wanted to make up for it.

(End of this chapter)