Splendid peasant girl busy farming

The origin of firecrackers

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him, but this time she was not polite to him.

……

When Yang Huazhong was lying on the bed bored, Luo Fengtang came in with a food box.

Dao understood the purpose of coming, and helped Yang Huazhong pour a bowl of tea and put it on the small stool beside the bed. Luo Fengtang said, "Father-in-law, do you need me to take care of you?"

Yang Huazhong waved his hands again and again, "No need, my hands are very sharp. You put the food box next to me, and I will sit up and eat after drinking tea to moisten my throat."

Then Luo Fengtang helped Yang Huazhong sit up again, unscrewed the lid of the food box, took out the vegetables inside one by one, and arranged them on the round stool.

After estimating the length that Yang Huazhong's arms and chopsticks can stretch, he adjusted the distance between the round stool and the bed appropriately.

"Tang Yazi, I don't need you to take care of me here, you can go back quickly and go back to eat!"

"Ah."

Saying yes, Luo Fengtang looked around, and took the trash can in the corner to the bedside so that his father-in-law could spit out bones and fishbone later.

"Tang Yazi, let's go, tell them by the way, tell them not to worry, eat slowly, my side is very good, I have to sleep after eating!"

"Okay, then I'll go first."

After finishing all this, Luo Fengtang turned around and left, and closed the door intimately.

Yang Huazhong looked at Luo Fengtang's disappearing back, and nodded in relief. Although this son-in-law is taciturn in the eyes of outsiders, he is very delicate and considerate.

As expected of a good son-in-law that I chose, the two sons are not around, so many things are borne by the son-in-law.

This son-in-law is real.

Yang Huazhong was not a person who cared about his appetite. For a long time, no matter whether Sanfang lived poorly or richly, food was only for him to satisfy his hunger.

But this time, he went out of his way to look at every dish on the round stool.

It was because Luo Fengtang specially carried Yang Ruoqing's words to Yang Huazhong earlier, she told him to eat every dish, because she made it with her own hands, and he had to eat it.

Only his little padded jacket would say such overbearing words.

Yang Huazhong really looked at the past dish by dish:

Seeing the first disc, he smiled knowingly.

Braised pig's trotters, my daughter always remembers his taste!
The second dish is two Sixi balls. The balls are soaked in the sauce-red sticky soup and sprinkled with chives for decoration.

Dried fish that are fried crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, braised loach with tofu in soy sauce, braised chicken nuggets and golden corn tortillas.

Finally, there is a small bowl of soup, which is vegetable, egg flower and shrimp soup.

"This girl, don't give me spicy food!"

Yang Huazhong smiled and picked up the chopsticks. He would not waste even a grain of rice for his daughter's heart.

……

One day at the end of September, Yuan Daochang took Xiao Mo to the mountain to perform a small ritual ceremony on the grave of that 'sister'.

Some idle people in the village ran to watch the excitement.

The expenses for the practice were all paid by the village at public expense, but Yang Huazhong bought a firecracker at Heifeng's house in his own name and asked Yang Yongqing to send it to the mountains to set it off.

Here, there is a little episode.

That is, Yang Yongqing, who helped Yang Huazhong run errands to buy firecrackers, came back with the firecrackers, and returned the money for the firecrackers to Yang Huazhong intact.

"Why did you get the money back? No money for firecrackers?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Yang Yongqing said proudly: "Hey, just because of my friendship with Heifeng, let alone a firecracker, let her post the whole grocery store upside down to me..."

"Shut up, you!"

Before Yang Yongqing finished blowing the cowhide, he was roughly interrupted by the old Yangtou beside him.

Yang Yongqing slept with Heifeng twice, and Old Yangtou was one of the insiders.

"Master, I'm serious, I'm not bragging..." Yang Yongqing emphasized again.

Old Yang has already raised the pipe in his hand as if to knock him, "You are going to marry a girl from the Zheng family next month, and you are not allowed to bring up those bad things before, and you are not allowed to provoke those messy people again. Take it away and live in peace!"

Yang Yongqing dodged a few steps away, for fear of being hit by Old Yang's pipe.

He still smiled and said, "Third uncle asked me to run errands, and I didn't take the initiative to go. Besides, I didn't go to the grocery store to play cards for a while."

Yang Huazhong was a little embarrassed, and said to Old Yang: "It is true that I sent him to run errands, this matter... I was negligent."

It is true that there should be no opportunity for Qing Xiaozi and Heifeng to meet in private.

Old Yang looked at Yang Huazhong, not only did he not blame him at all, but he also said, "How can you blame this? If he can't help himself and sneaks away, we don't care!"

"It's true that you asked him to run errands and buy things, just to give him a chance to test. Well, this time he really failed the test!"

Yang Yongqing was so angry that he was happy instead. He stood there foolishly and asked Old Yang: "Master, tell me, how did I fail the test? Just because she confiscated my firecracker money?"

Old Yang looked at Yang Yongqing sideways, and snorted a few times in his nostrils, which was his tacit consent to Yang Yongqing's question.

Seeing this, Yang Huazhong on the bed became anxious, and hurriedly said to Yang Yongqing: "Boy Qing, you make another trip, and no matter what, you have to send back the firecracker money to Heifeng!"

A woman like Heifeng is shrewd and rascal, and it is impossible to exempt Kid Qing from the firecracker money for no reason.

Now Ziqing got her benefits, and he might have to ask Qingzi again to make some ridiculous demands later!

"Boy Qing, hurry up. By the way, bring the firecrackers with you. If she still refuses to accept the money for the firecrackers, then we won't buy the firecrackers."

Yang Yongqing stood still.

"Your third uncle is talking to you, are you deaf or something?" Seeing his appearance, Old Yang immediately widened his eyes and his voice became rough.

Mrs. Sun and He Lian'er passed by the door, and they were startled when they heard the movement in this room.

"Shall we go and see what's going on?" Sun asked He Lian'er in a low voice.

He Lian'er pondered for a while, then shook her head slightly.

"Mother, this is the business of their lords. They didn't call us, so let's not rush over there, and wait and see."

He Lian'er dragged Mrs. Sun away, but the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law did not go far. They pretended to be busy at the door of the kitchen not far away, and pricked up their ears to catch the movement of Yang Huazhong's house...

In the room, Yang Yongqing suddenly laughed.

"Master, third uncle, you two are so impatient, I don't know what to say."

"What do you mean, boy?" Old Yang's face was full of suspicion, "What fart do you want to do, can't you do it quickly?"

Yang Yongqing shook his head, "Grandpa, farts come out from the back, not from the mouth. If you can always let it out from the mouth, I will really admire you!"

Old Yang's face darkened, as if he had eaten a fly.

Yang Huazhong quickly smoothed things over: "Young boy, stop joking, tell me quickly, what's going on?"

Yang Yongqing sighed, "When I went, Heifeng wasn't in the shop at all, it was the firecrackers held by Heitang. People heard that Uncle San paid his own money to release them in the mountains, and they admired Uncle San very much, saying that the firecrackers were sponsored by him. Let us accept it!"

(End of this chapter)