Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7023

Yang Ruoqing's careful interpretation of the meaning of Yang Huazhong's words made Sun completely understand.

"Since this is the case, then I can rest assured that I really need to ask the He family first." Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily.

The smell gradually wafted out of the pot, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help it, so she picked up a shrimp siu mai with chopsticks and ate it while blowing.

"Mother, you took the milk back to the old house yesterday, did the milk stop making trouble?"

At the mention of Tan, Sun couldn't help laughing.

"I didn't make any noise with you and my father, but I really got annoyed with your fifth uncle and fifth aunt."

"How can a dying old man still have such a temper?" Yang Ruoqing was very confused.

"If you were an old lady from someone else's family, at this age, you would have already obediently cultivated your body and cultivated your character. My grandma is fine and doesn't stop."

"Qing'er, don't talk about your milk..." Mrs. Sun said, suddenly thinking of something, her face changed slightly, and she hesitated to speak.

"Mother, can I have an opinion with you?" Yang Ruoqing ate the shrimp shumai in her hand, wiped her mouth and asked Sun.

Sun was stunned: "What's your opinion?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mom, if you have anything to say or ask in the future, just be decisive."

"I don't like to see you hesitating and hesitating, it makes you feel as if you have a heart attack when you are constipated!"

Yang Ruoqing's description was a bit harsh, but the feeling of discomfort all over her body was fully expressed.

Sun is very embarrassed.

"me……"

"Hey, here we go again." Yang Ruoqing shrugged helplessly.

Mrs. Sun took a deep breath, smiled flatteringly at her, and finally said the words from her mouth neatly: "Qing'er, I seem to have seen a ghost this morning."

Nani?

Yang Ruoqing was like a cat, the vertical pupils that were originally a line immediately expanded into a black circle of a full moon.

"Damn it? Where did you meet? What time of the morning? Were you alone? How many ghosts? What do you look like? Are you sure you're not dazzled?"

The seven questions of the soul were thrown out directly, and Sun's CPU was a bit stuck when asked.

"When the sky was bright, I had just left the house, and when I went to the corner of the main room, three black shadows passed by. At that time, your father and the others hadn't woken up yet..."

"Is that so?"

Yang Ruoqing pinched her chin and looked at Mrs. Sun, "Mother, are you sure you read it right?"

Mrs. Sun shook her head, "Your father must say that my vision was wrong, that it was the shadow of a tree, but where is the tree planted in the corner of our house?"

The child's father gritted his teeth and said it was the shadow of a tree, but she didn't want to argue. He must be afraid that her seriousness would cause more panic.

He was kind, and she accepted his kindness, pretending to be really persuaded.

"My father...hehe, the skill of lying needs to be improved." Yang Ruoqing laughed twice at this.

"Three black shadows? Could it be that there are three at once? Is this a group purchase or a market?"

Yang Ruoqing muttered in her heart at the same time.

"Two tall and one short." Sun suddenly whispered again.

"Two tall ones, with pointed and long heads, like, like..."

Mrs. Sun froze again, racking her brains.

Yang Ruoqing: "Like wearing a tall hat?"

Sun: "That's right, that's true."

Yang Ruoqing suddenly stopped talking, but the expression on her face clearly guessed something.

"Qing'er, you..."

"Mother, could it be my Uncle Shuanzi who came?" She also lowered her voice and asked.

In this family, it is really strange.

Yang Huazhong doesn't like people talking about ghosts, but he himself believes in gods and Buddhas very much. In addition to worshiping ancestors during the festivals, the kitchen god at home, the goddess of Guanyin, and even the "Feng'er Fuwa" in the cradle where he was a child Menggapo', he must worship.

She is very concerned about the sense of ritual, but avoids talking about it, so Yang Ruoqing and Sun's mother and daughter can only discuss in a very low voice while hiding in the kitchen, not daring to be heard by Yang Huazhong outside.

"Qing'er, you wanted to go with me, but I told your father that your father was very upset that I was talking nonsense, saying that your uncle would only go to Lao Wang's house if he came back to life, and he would not come to our house."

"Those two tall ones look like ghost messengers. Maybe Uncle Shuanzi is worried about Auntie and the others, and wants to ask my father to take care of Auntie and the others in the future, so it is possible to make a special detour and come here for a walk."

Sun nodded, "I think so too, but your father doesn't believe it..."

"Mother, don't worry, my father doesn't believe it, but he already believed it in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't be here to cook breakfast with you, because he was worried that you would be afraid, so he would be your companion!"

When it comes to this, Mrs. Sun also agrees.

"Your father is good to me."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "My father is a straight man, but he loves my mother very much in his heart, but he doesn't know how to express it with his mouth."

"The more you talk, the more outrageous it is." Sun blushed.

"Qing'er, look at this morning...do we need to do something?" Sun asked again.

According to the usual rules, you have to burn some incense paper or something to give away.

But this time Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Uncle left after reading it, we don't need to do anything, just keep an eye on aunt from now on, and help if you can."

Sun sighed: "Hey, that's the only way to go."

"There is movement from our side, but I don't know if there is any movement from your aunt's side." Sun said again.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, "Maybe there are, but even if it's movement, it should be the kind that makes you unable to tell the truth from the truth."

If it is true, then the rules of the world are messed up, and there must be an insurmountable gap between Yin and Yang.

"Mom, I seem to smell the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, are you roasted sweet potatoes?"

Suddenly, Yang Ruoqing sniffed her nose hard and asked.

Sun was stunned, "Oh, I almost forgot about it, I roasted it, and roasted several sticks, originally intended to be eaten by the children."

Immediately, Mrs. Sun found an iron rake and squatted at the mouth of the stove to pull out the sweet potatoes inside.

Yang Ruoqing waited and stared, counting in her heart: one, two, three, four.

Feng'er, Fuwa, and Luo Baobao each have one, and there is still one left.

"Mom, I'm your child too, let me eat one first."

Yang Ruoqing giggled, drooling at the smell of the roasted sweet potatoes.

Sun was overjoyed, "You will be my child for a hundred years, and this baked sweet potato is not a rare thing. You can eat it if you like it, and my mother will bake it for you later."

"Hee hee, thank you mother, it's nice to have a mother's child, like a treasure."

"Spoof." Sun said with a smile.

"You eat first, and when you're done, send it to Feng'er, Fuwa and the baby." Sun urged again.

"okay."

The sweet potatoes just came out of the stove were very hot, and the outer layer of skin was roasted until it was purple and black, wrinkled and shrunk into a ball.

(End of this chapter)