Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chicken soup noodles
"Then what's in the head?" Yang Ruoqing pointed her finger.

When I have a cold, my head is light-headed, my head is not clear, it is like installing a machine that buzzes endlessly, and my eyes have no focus when looking at things.

Luo Fengtang smiled slightly: "My head is much more comfortable, at least when I look at you, I don't have to strain."

Yang Ruoqing felt a little relieved, this was indeed a sign of improvement.

But when she thought of what he had experienced before, she still couldn't help feeling distressed.

"You, in the future, we can't rush on the road like that again. Fortunately, our horse king is smart and brought you back. If you fainted in the ice and snow alone, we don't know, and you are still at home. It’s New Year’s Eve, and I’m afraid when I think about it.”

It was because of my fear that I had a nightmare before.

It's not that she is not as strong as before, but that she cares too much, and because she cares, she is afraid of losing.

"Okay, I promise you, I won't let you be so frightened again." Luo Fengtang said.

In her previous nightmare, he must have been worse than now, otherwise it would be impossible for him to wake up so pale.

"By the way, why is Hongxiu looking for you?"

He is not a person who likes to gossip, and he is even less interested in other women's affairs.

Asking this time is nothing more than trying to change the subject.

When asked about this, Yang Ruoqing shook her head and said with disdain, "It's about the toad wanting to eat swan meat."

Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows.

Husband and wife are one body, Yang Ruoqing has nothing to hide from him here, and he has his own priorities, so he won't spread rumors outside.

"Little cousin Yongqing, you even thought of Hongxiu, tell me, how can he be worthy of Hongxiu? He's not even worthy of lifting shoes! How dare you think about it!"

Luo Fengtang originally just asked casually, but he didn't expect to ask such an explosive question.

It's no wonder that Qinger and Hongxiu have been whispering in the room over there for a long time.

"If it is out of sincere love and pursuit, there is nothing to laugh at him, because true love does not distinguish between high and low."

Luo Fengtang analyzed.

Throughout the ages, many poor boys have married daughters from official families, or poor students have married girls from official families.

For another example, back then, I was single, had no father and no mother, my family didn't feel like home, and there was no land. Qing'er's family was better than Luo's family in every aspect, but wasn't I lucky enough to fall into her eyes?
Therefore, neither the disparity in identity of one party nor the disparity in family background is the main reason that hinders the two young people from being together.

Still the same sentence, true love is priceless, and true love has no boundaries.

"But the problem is, your little cousin's love for Hongxiu is probably just a spur of the moment. This is not true love, this is hooliganism, and it must be stopped!" Luo Fengtang spoke again, with a more serious look in his eyes.

Like Liu Xueyun, Hongxiu is Qing'er's right-hand man.

Qing'er gave a call, and Hongxiu rushed to Changping Village from thousands of miles away.So Hongxiu's matter is Qing'er's matter, and it's also his matter. They must protect Hongxiu.

Although Hongxiu himself is very capable, it is impossible for Yang Yongqing to really take advantage of him, but as the host, Luo Fengtang feels that it is still necessary for him and Yang Ruoqing to stand in front of Hongxiu.

"What you said has reached my heart, my little cousin knows true love!"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, her face full of ridicule.

"Yesterday afternoon, I saw Hongxiu at the Earth Temple. At that time, I went up to strike up a conversation. At night, I ran to the backyard of our house to play tricks. I even contradicted my uncle. I wanted to ask Hongxiu to go hiking in the mountains. Is this true love? This even likes it." It doesn't count, it doesn't respect at all, and it doesn't care about the other party, this is a jerk with a brain."

Yang Ruoqing became angry when she recalled the details that Hongxiu told her.

When did the door of the Luo family no longer have the deterrent effect on bastards like him?Is she too gentle these days?
"Uncle also knows about this? Then why didn't you hear him mention it? Did it happen before I came back or after I came back?" Luo Fengtang was a little surprised.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I probably didn't bother to talk about it, because Cousin Yongqing came to our house to look for Hongxiu before you came back."

Luo Fengtang's face darkened, "Now that I'm back, if he dares to come over again, I'll just throw him out."

"You don't need to do anything, just let me do it." Yang Ruoqing said.

"You can't throw it away well, it's hard to explain to your natal family, after all, they are cousins." Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing was overjoyed, "Don't worry, I'll naturally have an explanation, besides, I'm good at things like cleaning up the house."

"I just cleaned up my lobby brother a while ago, and even pulled a red thread for him, hahaha..."

"Pull the red line? What do you mean?" Luo Fengtang was confused.

Regarding old Yangtou's romantic affairs, Yang Ruoqing seldom wastes paper and pen and ink in his family letters, so it's understandable that he didn't know about them.

"Tang Yazi, it's not something that can be explained clearly in a few words."

"With its bloody level and all kinds of conspiracy, the most articulate storyteller would have to talk for three days and three nights."

He took her hand, "What the storyteller said is not as good as what my Qing'er said."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Haha, well, anyway, you're recuperating from your illness, and it hurts to be idle..."

The corners of Luo Fengtang's eyes twitched slightly, and his eyes subconsciously glanced down.

It doesn't hurt...

"Oh, I'm just a mantra, don't really look at it, it makes me very embarrassed."

Yang Ruoqing blushed, she didn't expect him to be so straight.

Luo Fengtang smiled, "I have a lot of free time, can you tell me slowly?"

I just love the way you talk.

Yang Ruoqing was in need of an audience, and the first lunar month was not busy, the busiest was the twelfth lunar month.

During the first lunar month, when rain and snow close the door, people stay at home eating, drinking, sleeping and gossiping. This is called Chinese New Year!
"Okay, I'll tell you all about it later, but before that, I have to go to the kitchen to give you something to eat. You haven't eaten all day. It's not good to listen to stories on an empty stomach!"

……

While Yang Ruoqing was busy cooking chicken soup noodles for Luo Fengtang in the kitchen, at the old house, the Jin family also used the chicken soup sent by Yang Yongjin's home to cook noodles and brought them to Yang Yongqing's bed.

Yang Yongjin was also there, and when he saw this, he frowned and said to Yang Yongqing: "You have been suffering from vomiting and diarrhea for a long time, and you should see the doctor to take medicine. Why can't you control your mouth like this?"

"Second brother, I, I'm exhausted, I don't have the strength to eat, and my body...can't bear it."

Wrapped in the quilt, Yang Yongqing said weakly.

At the same time, he reached out his hand to grab the crosspiece at the head of the bed, and struggled to sit up.

He hadn't worn pants under the quilt for a long time, and there was a cloth bag full of earthen ash under his hip.

"Mom, bring, bring over the chicken noodle soup, hey, feed me."

Jin looked at Yang Yongjin, a little hesitant.

Yang Yongqing patted the edge of the bed vigorously, becoming irritable.

Jin Shi was so frightened that she quickly withdrew her gaze and came to the side of the bed and sat down sideways, feeding Yang Yongqing noodles one chopstick after another.

(End of this chapter)