Splendid peasant girl busy farming

The warmth of autumn clothes

"Qing'er, you stay and take care of your grandma, I'll take a look at your aunt."

Yang Huazhong was worried that Mrs. Sun would not be able to cover him alone, so he hurried out of the room after saying this.

Immediately, only Yang Ruoqing and Tan Shi were left in the room.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hands and squeezed her shoulders, found a wicker chair next to her, and lay down, and said to Tan Shi: "I'm exhausted after picking up the water for a long time, so let me borrow the wicker chair for a while, you can do whatever you want , as if I didn’t exist.”

Sitting on the bed, Mrs. Tan muttered, she didn't know whether she was scolding Yang Huaming or complaining about Yang Huamei, anyway, only those names rang out over and over again.

In other people's understanding, her staying to take care of Tan Shi should be to comfort Tan Shi, talk with her, and relieve her worries and anxieties.

The reality is that just as Yang Ruoqing leaned back on the wicker chair, she squinted her eyes comfortably.

Especially Tan's chattering voice was like a lullaby, which made her eyelids sink and she wanted to sleep more and more.

So he took out the veil, shook it off, gently covered his face and began to doze off.

As for Tan Shi, she didn't expect Yang Ruoqing to say any kind words to her, as long as she didn't choke her, she would be fine.

So Mrs. Tan said to herself, and when she got dry and wanted to send Yang Ruoqing to pour herself a bowl of tea, she found that she was already snoring slightly.

"Is it a pig? How can you sleep so well?"

Muttering to herself, Mrs. Tan didn't come over to wake Yang Ruoqing up, but went to the table and poured herself a bowl of tea.

After returning to the bed, she sat on the bed sullenly, as if she was struggling with something.

After a while, she muttered and walked to the front of the closet, tiptoed to take a clean coat of her own, and put it on Yang Ruoqing's body.

Then he mumbled again and went to the door of the house, and sat there with a small stool.

Yang Ruoqing is a light sleeper, and she has never let down her vigilance. She knows everything that Mrs. Tan has done.

It's just that I'm too tired to move.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps outside and Sun's voice that Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes and sat up.

Folding Tan's coat and putting it on the bed, he stretched his waist and came to the door. Sun was squatting in front of Tan and telling her about Yang Huamei's situation.

"...Mother, don't worry. Meier didn't cry like last time. Her third brother is staying there to talk now. Meier is worried about you and sent me back early to tell you."

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming out, Mrs. Sun raised her head and smiled softly at her.

Yang Ruoqing also smiled. If the money matter is not resolved, then the root of the problem has not been resolved, and Aunt Meier's emotional stability is only temporary.

Tan cleared her throat, and muttered, "Mei'er is here to borrow money, and if I didn't get the money, it's a waste of time."

When it comes to money, Mrs. Sun doesn't know what to say, because money is a major external issue, and Yang Huazhong has to decide.

She is a woman, she doesn't understand those things, and she doesn't want to get involved in those things. She has had a clear division of labor for so many years, and she is used to it.

Facing Mrs. Sun's silence, Mrs. Tan curled her lips, knowing that it was useless to tell the third daughter-in-law, and she had to continue to grind with the third son.

"It's really impossible. Bring me my box. I got some gold and silver jewelry for my 20th birthday last time. I sold them off. Maybe I can make up [-] taels of silver for Meier's emergency."

"Grandma, you're too modest. Just a few pieces of gold jewelry of yours together cost more than 20 taels of silver. With those silver items added, your net worth is now estimated to be around 60 taels. You are an old rich woman!"

I wonder if there are young strong men between the ages of 28 and [-] who don't want to fight?
There is an old rich woman here.

Well, just kidding, even if there is such a little fresh meat, Mrs. Tan will not care about it.

Why?

Because Tan is different from Lao Yangtou, her hobbies are not there at all.

"Yeah? So much? Fat girl, you're not fooling me, are you?" After a short shock, Tan raised her head and asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "The real money is there, why are you fooling around?"

Mrs. Tan fell silent. Judging by the look on her face, [-]% of her was tempted.

"Grandma, shouldn't you be serious about playing with that box? Then don't blame me for not reminding you, what does it mean for you to move that box, and how many people will make trouble with you at that time, you have to weigh the consequences clearly. .”

For the sake of the coat just now, Yang Ruoqing said a few more words.

Not to mention ancient times, even in modern times that have experienced the baptism of thought, what parents have is usually left to their sons. Even if there are enlightened parents who love their daughters, the share that daughters get is very small compared to sons. few.

In this ancient time, this traditional thought is the mainstream thought that runs through every household.

Let's put it this way, even if she dies and let her be buried with the things in Tan's box in the future, no one in the old Yang's house dare to object.

But if Mrs. Tan dared to take out the contents of the box and give them to Dabai for business, then even the granddaughters-in-law like Cao Bamei and Zhao Liuer would probably jump out and say it was unfair!
Even if a steamed bun daughter-in-law like Sun didn't say anything, she definitely had complaints about Tan in her heart.

Look, Zisun's complexion is a bit ugly now, and he also stands aside.

Tan's things should be left to the descendants of Lao Yang's family, not to mention that those things were not created by Tan himself, they were given by his daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law when Tan was celebrating his [-]th birthday.

If Mrs. Tan borrowed flowers to offer Buddha to Yang Huamei, not only Mrs. Tan would completely lose the hearts of the people, but Yang Huamei would also become the target of public criticism.

"Mother, go to the backyard and cook dinner, it's almost time."

Yang Ruoqing still wanted to say a few words to Mrs. Tan, Mrs. Sun was here, and their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were inconvenient to each other.

Mrs. Sun understood Yang Ruoqing's intention, nodded and turned to leave.

"This is really a hell, fat girl is digging my heart out like this?" Tan sat there with her hands folded, a strange smile twitched at the corner of her mouth.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, knelt down and said to her: "Grandma, for the sake of not waking me up and covering me with clothes, I'll tell you the truth."

"What the hell?"

"Don't touch the jewelry in your box. If you do, you will be targeted by everyone."

"I won't move. Your father and fourth uncle don't borrow money. Are you going to kill your aunt in a hurry?"

"My father and fourth uncle didn't kill me and said they wouldn't borrow money. 40 taels of silver is not a small amount. Of course they should be cautious. They should ask Dabai to ask for clarification. You can leave this matter alone. Let them deal with it, and the matter will definitely be resolved in the end, if you rashly use jewelry to make up for it, those past years of subsidizing my aunt will definitely be revealed."

(End of this chapter)