Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Treasure Husband
Before he finished speaking, the person was picked up by him.

"I have to prove it to you, see if I can do it!"

When Luo Fengtang said the last three words, he was gnashing his teeth.

Men, the last thing you want to hear is the word 'no'!
Now that his wife is pregnant with Liujia, he can't let him prove his skills, so he must find his place in combing hair.

Yang Ruoqing was carried by Luo Fengtang to sit firmly on the small round stool in front of the dressing table, watching Luo Fengtang open her dressing box and look for things inside.

Yang Ruoqing was overjoyed, "What? Are you really here?"

Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, this, no joke.

"Sit down obediently, I'll tie your hair for you." Luo Fengtang said.

"Okay, just try it."

Yang Ruoqing sat up straight and looked directly at the bronze mirror in front of her.

Two figures were printed in the bronze mirror, one sitting and the other standing.

He was pulling her hair with his left hand, holding the comb with his right hand, and gently working on her head...

After the effort of a bowl of tea.

He picked a gilt hairpin inlaid with emeralds and gently inserted it into her hair bun, his eyes were full of satisfaction, "Come on, let's see if it works."

He moved behind her and admired the beauty in the bronze mirror with her.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and gently stroked her soft hair, which was up in a bun, amazed again and again.

"My God, I didn't expect the big hand holding the sword to pick up the comb to be so powerful!"

"This bun is even better than the one I made myself, especially the one I chose for the hairpin, so it matches my clothes today. I love it!"

love love?

Luo Fengtang narrowed his eyes, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with joy.

"Oh, I can't tear it any more, it will loosen, and it will be finished!" Yang Ruoqing hurriedly put down her hands.

Luo Fengtang said: "It's okay, it's loose, I'll comb it for you again."

"Yeah?" Yang Ruoqing turned her head to look at him again.

So confident, it seems that the art of combing hair is not a whim and impromptu performance today, but a thorough mastery of this skill?
"Tang Yazi, when did you learn to comb your hair? Why haven't I heard you mention it?" She asked curiously.

Luo Fengtang just smiled and said nothing.

Yang Ruoqing grabbed his hand and acted like a baby: "Say it, my treasured husband, tell me, when did you learn it?"

What Luo Fengtang couldn't stand the most was her acting like a baby, so he said: "This time at the camp in the mountains, I learned from my daughter and Hongxiu."

"what?"

Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes wide, even more surprised.

"If you were asked to deliver things to them, why did you learn the art of combing hair? I really want to come up with it," she said.

Luo Fengtang smiled and gently held her hand.

"You are getting older and older, and it is becoming more and more difficult to comb your hair. If I learn it, I can help you. Otherwise, I can only be anxious by the side."

Yang Ruoqing stopped talking, and looked at him fixedly.

Then, she hugged his waist tightly and pressed her face to him.

Such a good husband, did she save which planet in her previous life?
Yang Huazhong's arrival broke the loving atmosphere in the room.

"Father-in-law, drink tea."

In the small hall next door, Luo Fengtang made tea for Yang Huazhong with both hands. On the table, there was shredded tobacco for hospitality.

Luo Fengtang hesitated for a while, but did not ask Yang Huazhong to smoke.

And as the son-in-law, he even secretly hoped that his father-in-law would better not smoke.

Next door is the dormitory where Qing'er rests. The smell of smoke is strong, and I'm afraid it will be bad for the children.

But if the father-in-law really wants to smoke, Luo Fengtang can't stop him because of his feelings, but he will open all the doors and windows to ventilate.

Moreover, next time the shredded tobacco will not be placed here again. He doesn't smoke himself, and putting it here as a treat for guests is simply superfluous and causing trouble for himself.

"I won't smoke anymore, it will be sunny later."

Fortunately, Yang Huazhong, an old father, also cared about his daughter in his heart, so he waved his hand and pushed the shredded tobacco aside.

Luo Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had thought too much, his father-in-law's love for Qing'er was no less than his love for Qing'er.

Luo Fengtang said hello, and took advantage of the situation to put away the shredded tobacco.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing put on a coat and opened the jade curtain and came to the small hall.

"Father, I just felt a bit chilly, so I added some clothes before I came out."

After Yang Ruoqing came out, she first explained to Yang Huazhong.

It wasn't that I was putting on airs as a girl, but when my old father came, I still hid for a long time and didn't come out to say hello.

Yang Huazhong looked over lovingly and said, "You are in a special situation. If you are cold or hot, you need to increase or decrease in time. You can't get sick. If you get sick, you will be in trouble."

Pregnant women are not the same as ordinary people when they are sick, and they have to consider the impact of the medicine on their children.

So Yang Ruoqing nodded obediently, walked to the stool that Luo Fengtang opened for her and sat down slowly.

"Tang Yazi, sit down too."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the stool beside her, and said to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang nodded, and sat down beside her.

Only then did Yang Ruoqing start to ask Yang Huazhong: "Father, is there something urgent for you to come here?"

If there is no urgent matter, Yang Huazhong would not come to the backyard of the Luo family under normal circumstances.

Even if it's an urgent matter, it must be something related to the outside world, not something that some parents just want to eat and drink.

If it's the latter, Yang Huazhong usually asks Mrs. Sun to come and say that he won't do it himself.

"Qing'er, Jiang Da came to look for me earlier." Yang Huazhong put down the tea bowl in his hand, raised his eyelids and looked at his daughter and son-in-law in front of him.

"Oh? What did Uncle Jiang say?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Yang Huazhong then conveyed the meaning of Lao Jiangtou and Jiang Da.

"...According to what they said, they don't care about Mrs. Xianjun's life or death. They want to keep Jiang Xianjun, and they are afraid that he will be stupid and help his mother bear it. So Jiang Da and I made an appointment to go to the county government office tomorrow morning, before the trial begins. Advise Jiang Xianjun."

Yang Ruoqing nodded lightly, "I understand what the Jiang family means. They want to leave out the family's annual average, so as to leave someone who will continue the incense for Second Uncle Jiang."

"Yes, that's what it means." Yang Huazhong said.

"That kid's ears are too soft. He was so bluffed by his master that night, and he immediately confessed the matter."

"But after a night, seeing her mother's pitiful look, he seemed to be shaken again."

"He's young and doesn't understand the depths. Can you let this kind of thing happen again and again? Resist? How can you carry it?"

"Even if the accomplice does not have to be beheaded, he will have to sit in prison for several years. Is there a place for people to stay in the prison? The prisoners are all vicious people, and their skin will fade in ten and a half months!"

Speaking of what happened in the prison, Yang Huazhong was filled with emotion.

No way, who let him go in that year?
It was a cold day, and there were still people imprisoned in the waist-deep water prison.

In the cell where he lived, the floor was wet and rats ran everywhere, and he was not afraid of people at all.

(End of this chapter)