Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 6869 Xiaoan is back

"There's no hurry at this hour and a half, you just arrived and need a good rest."

Yang Ruoqing patted Hongxiu's hand, and said softly, "It just so happens that we celebrate the New Year here today, so you should relax and feel the new year here, it's a little different from the one in the capital."

Hongxiu smiled and nodded, "Okay."

After letting Hongxiu rest in the room, Yang Ruoqing turned back to the front yard.

In fact, Yang Ruoqing had an idea in her mind about letting Luo Baobao stay near her home and do something to satisfy her ambition of going into battle to kill the enemy.

But now that Hongxiu, her right-hand man, has arrived, she naturally wants to hear what Hongxiu has to say before making a decision.

But at this moment, she was still thinking about the mood of her old mother who was separated by a wall. The younger brother, Xiao An, hadn't come back, and her mother was restless, and her father must not be much better. She had to go and see the situation.

If it didn't work, I sent two subordinates to Qing'an County to see what was going on.

When she just walked into the yard of her natal family, she saw two figures playing in the snow in the yard.

The small ones ran in front, and the big ones chased after them.

After catching up, the older one grabbed the younger one by the arms, raised it directly above his head and turned around, and finally put it on his shoulder like he did when he was a child, "Sit tight, boy, uncle will take you flying!"

"Steady, steady!"

Feng'er held Da'an's head tightly with both hands, giggling.

Under the eaves not far away, Hua'er was standing there with Fuwa in her arms, smiling and watching.

This scene made Xiaohua couldn't help complaining: "Xiao'an, Feng'er is too big to ride on your neck anymore, be careful that your shoulders will fall apart!"

Xiao An took the time to throw a sentence at Xiao Hua: "It doesn't matter how old he is, as long as he is willing to ride, as long as my little uncle still has the strength to get up, he can play this game."

He looked up at Feng'er above his head: "This is a game that my grandfather and I have been playing since we were young, right nephew?"

Feng'er nodded vigorously.

"When my uncle gets old and can't walk anymore, I will also carry him on my shoulders and honor him."

"Oh, my uncle's heart warms when I hear this, come on, come on, I'm sorry for your bold words if you don't fly around a few times!"

"Fly away, fly away!"

The laughter of the uncle and nephew resounded in the yard again, and the snowflakes all over the sky seemed to be infected by this enthusiasm, and they twisted and fell more cheerfully.

This envied the Fuwa under the eaves, the little face under the pink bunny pouted, the little finger pointed at the father and two in the yard and yelled, and the little butt pouted vigorously, wanting to pass.

Xiaohua didn't dare to let Fuwa go crazy in the snow, but the temptation of the father and son's playful noises made Fuwa irresistible to Xiaohua. Just when she was in trouble, Yang Ruoqing happened to come over.

Xiaohua seemed to see her savior, and quickly pointed to Yang Ruoqing and said to Fuwa, "Look, auntie is here."

When Yang Ruoqing passed by their uncles and nephews, she smiled and reminded them to be careful, then went under the eaves, hugged Fuwa, put her on her shoulders and sat upright, and turned around twice.

A sound of milky laughter fell from above her head, and Yang Ruoqing hugged the addicted Fuwa into her arms again, and took out a lollipop and handed it to her as if by magic.

This time, Fuwa was really honest, lying in the arms of her aunt and eating a lollipop earnestly.

Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Hua stood under the eaves and talked.

"Hua'er, when did he come back?"

"Father and the others went to the mountains to burn incense, and he came back after setting off for a stick of incense."

"The stone in our mother's heart has completely fallen."

Xiao Hua nodded with a smile, thought of something, and said: "Xiao An brought a big bag of pumpkins and sweet potatoes, and said that Aunt He's insisted on giving them to him, and they planted them themselves."

"Our mother saw the pumpkin and praised the He family's aunt for growing it well, and they are all this big."

Xiaohua gestured, Yang Ruoqing looked at it and sighed that it was really not small.

"Pumpkin is good, green food, it's good to make pumpkin puree, pumpkin cake and pumpkin cake with Fuwa later on."

"Sister, this overripe pumpkin is obviously yellow and red, how can it be green?" Xiaohua was a little puzzled.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and accidentally brought out another modern word.

She laughed and said, "Isn't the pumpkin green or blue before it's ripe? I'm used to it."

"So that's the case." Xiao Hua nodded, as if she accepted Yang Ruoqing's explanation.

Yang Ruoqing doesn't want to explain too much what green food is. After all, in this era, almost 90.00% of the food is pure natural and pollution-free green food.

The chickens are all free-range chickens from the farm. They grow up eating rice husks and bract wild vegetables.

Pigs, ducks, everything.

There are no chemical fertilizers or pesticides, and the crops are irrigated with plant ash and homemade fertilizers.

So green food is commonplace in this day and age.

"It doesn't matter what color the pumpkin is, it's suitable for all ages, as long as it's good for your health!"

Yang Ruoqing told Xiao Hua again, so that this fool would not be troubled by the color issue, and even wondered if her sister was color blind.

In the yard, Xiaoan and Feng'er finally had fun, Feng'er ran to Xiaohua, and Xiaoan also came to Yang Ruoqing to tease Fuwa.

"I'm sweating all over my body, I have to go to the backyard to change clothes, and I can go in with a handkerchief."

Yang Ruoqing touched Feng'er's back and said.

Xiaohua also thought so, so she took Fuwa, called Shangfenger, and the three of them went to the backyard together.

"Why did you delay your return for so many days? Our mother is in a hurry. If you don't come back today, she won't be in the mood for New Year's Eve dinner."

Hearing her sister's questioning with a hint of reproach, Xiaoan grinned.

"Still laughing? If you don't come back today, I will wonder if you are left to be a door-to-door son-in-law."

Now, Xiao An's smile was a little bared.

"Sister, what are you talking about? I'm back!"

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him, and heard him pat his head and mutter in a low voice: "It's not bad to be a door-to-door son-in-law, but I'm afraid you won't let it go."

"What? What are you talking about?" Yang Ruoqing looked at him with wide eyes.

Xiaoan quickly suppressed her smile, stood up straight and said seriously: "I said I must come back for the New Year, and I will definitely not break my promise if I promise to be with my parents."

"It's almost the same, or don't make promises to your parents. Once you make a promise, you have to keep the promise."

Xiao An nodded.

"How is the He family? How is Uncle He's leg recovering?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Xiao An made a 'hmm' sound, "Uncle He can already sit in a wheelchair by himself, and his body and spirit are much better in all aspects, but..."

"Just what?"

"Isn't it approaching the end of the year? Qingsong just left this year, so they will inevitably..."

Yang Ruoqing understood.

(End of this chapter)