Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6180 The 29-year-old girl

Luo Baobao cheerfully walked around the desk and came to Yang Ruoqing, blinking bright and expectant eyes at his mother, she was exactly the same little girl who performed so well and was in desperate need of a reward back then.

Yang Ruoqing stretched out her hand to pull Luo Baobao's arm, and gently pinched it inch by inch along the wrist to the shoulder, her gaze focused on the girl for a long time.

Thinking of throwing a bunch of account books in front of her brutally and domineeringly to ask her to learn, she didn't pay attention to teaching methods.

The child was impatient, and the mother herself became irritable and frantic. When the chicken soup for the soul was ineffective, she began to reprimand her, almost launching a life attack.

She was ashamed of her previous words and actions.

I also feel aggrieved for my daughter's acceptance.

But at this moment, she is more proud and proud.

Gently hugged her daughter, and put her head on her soft and warm waist.

"Learning these things these days, it's hard work. You're great. Mom is very happy." Yang Ruoqing murmured.

Luo Baobao looked down at the mother who was sitting on the stool but hugging her waist in front of her, her eyes widened in surprise.

Then she raised her hands to her mouth and giggled again.

Yang Ruoqing looked up at her, "Why are you still smiling?"

It's rare for me, your old lady, to be sensational, so can't you girl cooperate?
Luo Baobao hurriedly lowered his hands, one on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder, and the other on Yang Ruoqing's head.

Suppressing a smile with a sullen face, he purposely moved his chin little by little: "Mom, why do I think our roles are reversed? You are like a child, and I am like a mother. Are you acting like a baby with me?"

Yang Ruoqing took a look at her, and teased herself: "Your mother, I'm just a girl!"

Luo Baobao nodded, and said with a straight face: "Yes, a 30-year-old middle-aged girl, I have learned."

Yang Ruoqing blushed slightly, and lightly patted Luo Baobao's back, emphasizing her tone: "2929!"

Luo Baobao coughed and laughed until tears came out.

"Okay, 29-year-old girl."

"By the way, mother, I learned the account book so well quietly, what reward are you going to give me?"

"Reward?" Yang Ruoqing shrugged, "The reward has already been given."

"Given it?" Luo Baobao was stunned for a moment, and then called out after thinking of something: "No way, a hug is considered a reward? Mom, you are too perfunctory..."

Yang Ruoqing gently pinched Luo Baobao's nose, smiled and said:
"How can you say that a mother's hug is perfunctory? How did the lyrics come from? Only a mother is good in the world. A child with a mother is a treasure. If you put it in the arms of your mother, you will not be able to enjoy happiness..."

Facts have proved that Luo Baobao is the kind of girl who can climb to the top for you by giving her a pole.

No, she slept in Yang Ruoqing's room at night.

Holding Yang Ruoqing's arm, he repeated the things he did most often when he was a child.

First, she hugged Yang Ruoqing's arm, with one leg still on Yang Ruoqing's body, listening to Yang Ruoqing tell her stories about her childhood.

It started when she and Chen'er were still in the mother's womb, and then stopped talking all the way to the first two years.

I don't know if other mothers in the world have the same state of mind as Yang Ruoqing?
When the child was still a small baby in my arms, I stared at the child for a long time while hugging and feeding the baby countless times, outlined the child's eyebrows, eyes and facial features with my fingers, and stroked the thinner part of the back of the child's head due to the long sleep in the cradle. Hair, gently pinching the child's little ears, holding her (his) chubby hands together...

At that time, what I thought in my heart was that I wanted to engrave the child's small appearance in my heart so that I would never forget it for the rest of my life.

What interesting thing did the child do today, he could turn over, he could kick his legs, handed her a small toy and she knew how to reach out to pick it up...

These bits and pieces that fill up every day, at that time, you feel that you will remember them deeply, and you will never forget them in your life.

But when you think about it again after a few years, many things are blurred and forgotten when you don't realize it.

And the children have one thing in common. Although they are not yet fully grown up, they always like to pester their mothers and ask them about their "childhood".

This made Yang Ruoqing suffer.

Every time I tried to search for those things in my memory, I found that there were not many left, and I could only pick up a few events that were extremely impressive, and the specific age was confused.

Because I feel guilty and there are too few materials in stock, it is inevitable that I will be a little embellished in the matter that I can tell.

But the child listened with gusto, and repeatedly asked some of the details, from tricky angles.

It wasn't until she fell asleep immersed in her childhood fun that Yang Ruoqing quietly wiped off her sweat.

He lifted the thin quilt to her chest for her, stroked her hair lightly, turned sideways, and carefully looked at the appearance of the 13-year-old girl at this moment, and told herself once again that she must engrave it in her heart, and in the future she will Ask again when you are 20 years old, and you have the confidence to talk about it.

It would be great if people’s memory could be like a USB flash drive. Those irrelevant things should be cleaned up in time to free up more space to store the bits and pieces of the loved ones around us. It’s a pity that the human brain is not a computer, and time will be like an eraser It is wiped and faded stroke by stroke in our memory bank, so what we can do is to cherish the present with all our lives and leave no regrets.

……

Nothing is unachievable.

Just as Luo Baobao conquered the accounting part, on the other side, under Yang Ruoqing's perseverance, the fishing line that was thrown out finally moved.

An unexpected fish was hooked and brought out of the water, and even the bad things he did were exposed to the sun, scorched by the scorching sun, and condemned by the villagers.

When the hat of "virtuous and respected" slipped from his head, what greeted him would be endless spurning and legal sanctions.

On the drying yard at the south end of Changping Village, the villagers of Changping Village and Lijia Village who came to watch the excitement surrounded the place tightly.

On the ground in the middle of the drying yard was an iron cage half the height of a person, and a person was imprisoned in the cage.

The man curled up inside, holding his head in his hands, as rotten vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, saliva, and even small stones hit him from all directions.

Some villagers were accurate, and the "hidden weapon" passed through the half-finger-wide gap in the middle of the iron bars of the iron cage and hit the people inside.

Every time it was hit, there was a burst of cheers and applause from the crowd, and some whistled to uplift the atmosphere.

Some villagers tried their best to hit the dish and missed it, but they were not discouraged. Then they came again, missed twice at one time, missed three times twice, and always hit it.

Facing these envious villagers, the people of the two villages got together, and they were a little helpless.

At this time, any words of dissuasion are useless. We can only let the villagers vent their anger on the premise of ensuring that no one is killed. Who made a murderer locked in a cage!
(End of this chapter)