Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7669 Bad news?
Nodding to Fangfang with a smile, "Okay, go there quickly, don't keep your Tang Yazi waiting for a long time."

"Okay, my aunt has time to go to my mother's place to play. My mother has gone to Qing'an County these days."

"No wonder I didn't see her go to the laundry, did she go to visit relatives?"

"Well, let's go to my little sister-in-law's house to give a Mid-Autumn Festival gift!"

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Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun went to Qing'an County, so it must be impossible for the front house and backyard to be left unattended.

And Sun's most precious thing is the chickens, ducks and geese in her backyard.

Rather than running around to take care of them, it's better to live here directly, so Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang rested at Yang Huazhong's house at night.

Halfway through the night, there was a sudden thunder and lightning outside.

Yang Ruoqing tossed and turned, a little irritable.

Luo Fengtang got up and turned on the light, poured her another bowl of warm water and brought it to the bedside, and helped her sit up.

Yang Ruoqing took a sip of warm water, looked at the lightning flashing outside the window from time to time, "Tang Yazi, I always feel uneasy, and I can't explain why, anyway, I just feel like something bad is going to happen."

Luo Fengtang gently stroked her back, "It won't be flooded, and the house won't collapse, don't think about it."

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Since the last flood, she has left a little shadow in her heart.

As long as it catches up with continuous rain, or sudden lightning, thunder, and violent storms, she is worried that the water level in the river behind the village will rise sharply, and that the upstream will rise, and then this area will become a flood discharge area again...

"This autumn rain probably won't make the weather." Yang Ruoqing said, "I always feel that something is going to happen, and I feel flustered. I don't know if I slept on my left side and pressed my heart."

"It should have something to do with the sleeping position, you will sleep in a different direction later?" Luo Fengtang asked softly.

"I read some books that said that at this month, the fetus is head down and feet up. If I go to the right, the children have to go to the left. Forget it, I can still press me."

As she spoke, her face softened a little bit, and she gently stroked her stomach.

Luo Fengtang looked at this scene tenderly, full of satisfaction in his heart.

"Don't worry, the parents-in-law and the others will be taken care of by Xiao An and Ye Yi in Qing'an County, and everything will be fine."

"Well," she nodded slightly.

"Does your stomach hurt? Do you have any strange feelings?" Luo Fengtang looked at her complexion carefully and asked cautiously.

Yang Ruoqing's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and she smiled lightly at him.

"What? Are you worried that I will give birth prematurely?"

Luo Fengtang looked straight at her, with unconcealable worry in his eyes.

If that's the case, there will be some troubles. It's only been nearly eight months. Premature birth is not a good thing for adults or children...

But if there is any sign, he will go to Wen Po and the doctor to escort him.

Luo Fengtang's gaze had already turned to the coat on the wooden frame at the end of the bed, and a soft and boneless hand gently caressed his face.

"Don't worry, your two children are safe, and they will probably not come out after a firecracker is fired at this moment."

Luo Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Drink some water, I'll help you go to the clean room, and go back to sleep when you come back."

In the middle of the night, Yang Ruoqing lay flat on his arm, listening to him talking about the military camp, the lightning and thunder outside the house gradually blurred, her world was peaceful and warm...

However, when she woke up the next day, a bad news came to her ears. This bad news was comparable to last night's lightning and thunder, which caught Yang Ruoqing by surprise.

If it wasn't for Luo Fengtang to support her, she would really wonder if she hadn't woken up, wishing she could go back to bed and lie down again, maybe she would find out that it was a dream when she opened her eyes!
The house of the little old Yangtou in the south of the village.

It rained all night, the ground was muddy, and the road was very difficult to walk, but Yang Ruoqing insisted on going there.

When they arrived, the main room and the wing room were full of people.

Yang Huaming, Luo Tiejiang, and Lao Suntou were all there.

"Where is little grandpa? I want to see little grandpa!"

Yang Ruoqing pushed aside the crowd and went into the room. At a glance, she saw little old Yang lying flat on the bed with a calm expression, hands clasped on her chest, as if she was asleep.

It's just that the pillow under his head has been removed, and the curtain has been removed.

"Grandpa!"

Yang Ruoqing yelled, stepped forward to the bedside quickly, raised her hand to feel the breathing and pulse of little old Yang's head, but Luo Fengtang pinched her wrist.

"I'll do it." He said in a deep voice, and went forward to check the pulse and breathing of the little old man.

Then, she shook her head slightly at Yang Ruoqing.

Tears welled up in Yang Ruoqing's eyes immediately, and she knelt down with a plop.

After a while, Yang Ruoqing was helped into the main room by Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Liu.

Luo Fengtang stayed in the wing room to discuss the funeral with Yang Huaming and the others.

He was worried about Yang Ruoqing, and he wanted to come out to take a look when he had time. Seeing that Mrs. Sun and the others were by her side, he felt a little relieved, turned around and went back to the wing to help.

In the main room, Yang Ruoqing suppressed the grief in her heart and asked Mrs. Liu about their situation.

Judging from the pulse condition earlier, the little grandpa should have suffered a sudden arrest of breathing in his sleep, so he just went there.

Pain should be painless, because pain is reserved for the living.

Mrs. Sun and Mrs. Liu were all very sad, but when Yang Ruoqing questioned her, Mrs. Liu suppressed her sadness and raised her head to tell her what happened.

"...It was your grandfather who first discovered that your little grandpa was not good enough."

"Your grandfather and Yu Xingkui came over in the morning, but there was no answer when they knocked on the door. Your grandfather felt that something was wrong, so he asked Yu Xingkui to knock on the door."

"When I came to the wing room, I saw your little grandpa lying on the bed. I thought he was asleep, but he couldn't wake him up no matter what."

"Your master hurriedly called all of us here, and also invited Fu Bo and Wang Sheng. Before you came, Fu Bo and the others had just left, so they checked carefully, and they said that they had just fallen asleep..."

Mrs. Sun was also wiping tears beside him, "I came to see our father a few days ago, my uncle was still talking and laughing, his face was full of red. Why, how can you sleep and sleep?"

Liu suppressed her voice and said, "Really, it's scary, and I can't even sleep..."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mrs. Liu, and said in a rustling voice, "Yesterday, Tang Yazi and I came to visit my little grandpa. He was still weaving baskets in the yard. I really never dreamed that it would be a farewell..."

"Yongbai and his cousins ​​have already sent your third brother to look for it. Your little grandpa is really pitiful. Before he died, there was no one in front of him. He didn't hear a single cry. I'm afraid he will be a dumb person in his next life..." Liu said. With a sad face, he said again.

The people around were wiping away their tears, even Yang Ruoqing didn't have the heart to refute Liu.

Mrs. Liu didn't curse little old Yangtou on purpose, but because this saying was spread around Mianniu Mountain.

It is said that when a person is dying, there must be relatives crying and mourning by his side, and bid farewell to this world amidst the sound of mourning.

If you can't hear, you will be dumb in your next life.That's why Mrs. Liu was so worried.

(End of this chapter)