Splendid peasant girl busy farming

7164 - I should be punished

"Qing'er, you, you wait a moment."

He suddenly got up and rushed into the bathroom, and came out after a while with a washboard in his hand.

The washboard was thrown to her feet, and he knelt on the washboard with a plop, drooping his head, looking at her pitifully.

This series of operations startled Yang Ruoqing.

She quickly got up and grabbed his shoulder, "What are you doing? There is gold under the man's knees, who made you kneel, get up!"

"I made a mistake, I should be punished!"

As long as he didn't want to get up, Yang Ruoqing couldn't pull him up even if his arm was broken.

"Speak up if you have something to say, I don't allow you to kneel, and our family doesn't punish you physically."

"Get up, get up!"

"I can't get up, I was careless, and someone stuffed something into my baggage. I'm sorry for my wife, I'm sorry for my son and daughter, and I'm sorry for the one in your stomach. I'm ashamed. I should punish..."

His stubbornness came up, he knelt on the ground to repent, and even raised his hand to slap himself.

Now Yang Ruoqing is really in a hurry, this bastard is so stubborn that ten cows can't move him.

However, she still has a way.

"Ouch!"

She suddenly covered her belly and bent down.

"Qing'er, what's the matter with you?" He immediately responded.

"My stomach hurts a bit, maybe I pulled you too hard just now..."

"Huh? Come on, I'll help you to lie on the bed."

He immediately got up from the ground, picked her up and rushed to the bed, and then gently put her on the bed.

His hands were pulled away from under her body, but her arms were still tightly wrapped around his neck.

"Are you still going to kneel and atone for your sin?"

She looked at him and asked softly.

"Fool, I was just kidding with you earlier, I'm not really angry, how can I not believe you!"

Luo Fengtang lowered his gaze, gently pinched her face with his fingers, his eyes were full of guilt.

"Because you trust me, I feel sadder."

"It's my fault, my negligence, that's why I let those bad things get in and affect your mood."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Actually, it's okay. It doesn't affect or not, but I just find it interesting. It seems that my vision is really good. My man is missed by women outside, which shows that my man is attractive. I Proud I am proud."

Luo Fengtang was dumbfounded by her words.

"Whether attractive or not, I'm in my thirties. In a few years, when Zhi'er and Chen'er get married, I want to be promoted to grandpa. Qing'er, stop making those jokes on me. Phrenic response."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

Grandpa who is nearly forty years old, isn't this too young?
A man with 41 flowers, a 40-year-old man, is the moment when his maturity and charm explode!

"It doesn't matter whether you are indifferent or not, the fact is that you are indeed missed, and the socks are the best proof."

Yang Ruoqing hooked his neck, smiling and joking.

Luo Fengtang's head was full of black lines.

"Qing'er, let's throw these socks away, and throw them far away. Maybe they stuffed them wrongly. Anyway, let's not mention this matter in the future, okay?"

He took her into his arms and begged softly.

If the general's 'humble' appearance was seen by his lieutenants and soldiers, their eyeballs would probably drop to the ground in shock.

"Well, don't mention it."

"Don't lose that sock, though."

"Why?" His brows that had just been stretched were wrinkled together again.

But Yang Ruoqing pushed him away and got up, walked over to pick up the pair of socks, patted the dust on them and said: "These socks are well-made, and it looks like they have been put into thought. Wearing them this season can keep your feet warm and ventilate. Throw them away." What a pity? I'll wear it for my uncle."

"Uncle? Can he wear it? Then ask who made it..."

"Don't worry, uncle won't ask so many questions, he will definitely wear it, and his feet are just this big."

If the uncle doesn't want to wear it, then take it back to her mother's house and wear it for my father Yang Huazhong.

If the father also thinks that there is a camellia on it that is not suitable for the age, then give it to the fourth uncle.

Fourth Uncle definitely likes it, and it’s not rare to have no flowers. In short, we can’t accept that woman’s affection, but socks are okay, don’t want them for nothing.

Yang Ruoqing really judged it right. When Blacksmith Luo received the socks, he happily accepted them without asking any questions.

This made Luo Fengtang, who was going to deliver the socks, a little stunned.

At least he threw away the pair of socks. On the way to the backyard, he looked at the green ginkgo trees on the side of the road. The sunlight shone through the leaves and fell on the flower beds, like broken gold falling all over the ground, shining brightly.

He took a deep breath of the fresh air, feeling like he was alive after a catastrophe.

Fortunately, fortunately, Qinger believed me.

Otherwise, if you jump into the Yellow River, you won't be able to cleanse yourself!

As for who stuffed the socks into his baggage roll, he actually had a range of doubts in his heart, but he was not sure.

That day after he left from his daughter, he went to the tea garden and was busy picking up tea with the big guys.

Because it was the tea that was going to be sent to the capital for his son, Luo Fengtang paid special attention to it.

During the day, I was sweating all over my body, and at night, I went to bathe in the stream behind the tea house with a few men.

The big guys eat and live in the teahouse, and the dirty clothes are also made by Xu Yuanming's mother-in-law Zhang and the girl Qiaohong.

Luo Fengtang had two suspicions. First, those brand new socks were actually made by Mrs. Zhang or Qiaohong for Xu Yuanming, or Xu Yuanming's two sons, and the misunderstanding was caused by accidentally misplacing them.

It was unlikely that the socks belonged to the other men who picked the tea, because he had seen that they hardly wore socks.

There was a second possibility, which he didn't want to see.

He has a family, and he has long been entangled in his heart, and has no interest in entangled with other women in those crap things.

Even thinking about it gives me a headache.

As for Yang Ruoqing, to be honest, she also had doubts in her heart.

Most likely it was Xu Yuanming's fifteen or sixteen-year-old daughter Qiaohong.

Why do you say that, because camellia.

That girl probably likes camellias very much. Last time I went to the teahouse for dinner, she wore a camellia in her braid.

In addition, Yang Ruoqing also saw camellia flowers embroidered on her handkerchief.

However, it is really reckless to tuck it into Luo Fengtang's clothes so blatantly.

Did she think that a man who became a family would pack his own clothes?

It doesn't matter whether he is going out or going home, the man doesn't worry about that, his wife will take care of everything for him.

You said you stuffed your socks into your clothes, is that stupid?Or a provocation to his wife?

For provocation, Yang Ruoqing felt that no matter how stupid Qiaohong was, she would not dare to have the courage.

It should be stupidity, she, if she really wants to, she should give it to Luo Fengtang in private.

Of course, the result will definitely be rejected, but at least his wife won't see it!

What a silly and delusional girl.

If it were ten years ago, Yang Ruoqing would not tolerate a little sand in her eyes.

But ten years later, she was not so aggressive.

(End of this chapter)