Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7987 I Know It All In My Heart

"Xu Yuanming is also true. Even if Xiao Hei doesn't please him, he wouldn't say that about Xiao Hei."

"He said that Xiao Hei has a brain problem. If this word gets out, it will be difficult for my Xiao Hei to get married in the future!"

Faced with Yang Huamei's complaints and dissatisfaction, Tan remained silent.

If Mrs. Tan makes a noise, I'm afraid it will only add fuel to the flames.

why?
Because Mrs. Tan also felt that there was something wrong with Xiao Hei's brain, but as a Ga Po, if she said this, I'm afraid that my daughter would completely turn against her.

"Fat girl, your aunt is talking to you, just say a few words, don't be cold!"

Tan couldn't say it himself, so he kicked the ball directly to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, and said unhurriedly: "Auntie, don't care about other people's opinions, we all know what Xiao Hei is like."

Whether it is immature or mentally ill, everyone has their own judgment.

"As for Xiao Hei's marriage, then Aunt doesn't have to worry about it. Fate is destined!"

Listening to Yang Ruoqing's words, Yang Huamei felt that she hadn't said anything, and seemed to have said everything.

"Hey, maybe I was thinking too much, let's forget about it, I'd better take care of my body first!"

Yang Huamei pulled off the quilt and lay down, wanting to sleep for a while.

He also thought of how Xiao Hei was covered in injuries, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and no one was there to greet him.

Seeming to see what Yang Huamei was thinking, Yang Ruoqing said again: "Auntie, don't worry about Xiao Hei, his face looks scary, but it's actually a skin trauma."

"I have already given medicine to his grandfather before, and now his grandfather should take care of him in his room."

Hearing that someone was taking care of Xiao Hei, Yang Huamei let go of her hanging heart.

Lying there, looking at the ceiling of the tent and sighing.

Yang Ruoqing gently tucked Yang Huamei's corner of the quilt, and said, "Guy, there were so many people that I didn't say anything before, but now my father is telling the truth."

"I agree with Dabai on this matter. Xiaohei should suffer a little bit, otherwise he will never grow up, and he won't know how to be considerate of others."

"Girl, I know that when you see Xiao Hei like that, you feel distressed. Every mother and father is like this, but no matter how distressed you are, you must be ruthless, otherwise he will not understand the truth, and not only deceive you, but also deceive himself."

Yang Huamei stared at Yang Ruoqing, nodded silently, and wept silently.

"Qing'er, every word of yours speaks to my heart, and I feel distressed and relieved." Yang Huamei said.

Tan also put her hand on Yang Huamei's forehead, "Don't think too much, just sleep for a while, this sick person is going to be tossed about."

Yang Ruoqing also got up and said: "Auntie, you sleep for a while, and let Xiao Hei hang out by himself first, and when you turn around, you can tell him to come and reason with him."

En and Wei coexist, one slap and another jujube, the two slaps repeat alternately.

Yang Huamei understood, watched Yang Ruoqing leave, and told her: "Qing'er, you should also rest these two days, you are about to give birth, don't run around and get tired."

Yang Ruoqing rubbed her big belly, smiled at Yang Huamei and said, "Well, Xiao Hei is back, and I've settled down. I won't come over tomorrow, just take a rest."

Yang Huamei's eyes were filled with emotion.

Yang Ruoqing confessed to Tan Shi: "Grandma, remember to make a bowl of donkey-hide gelatin powder I left behind for my aunt every morning and evening, it can warm the palace."

Tan nodded, "Don't worry, you take care of yourself, your aunt has me here!"

Only then did Yang Ruoqing leave satisfied.

When passing by the yard, she purposely took a look at the door of Xiao Hei's house.

Good guy, such a big man, sitting on a stool is taller than Wang Hongquan standing.

With his back to the door, the clothes on his upper body were taken off around his waist, and there were lumps of flesh on his exposed shoulders, and his arms were thicker than ordinary people's thighs.

The neck is also thick, and the thick neck is carrying a big head. At first glance, I thought it was a fitness guy.

But in fact, he was screaming ouch, which made Wang Hongquan's hands who applied the medicine on him at a loss what to do.

"Master, it hurts, it hurts so much..."

Elongated intonation, and vibrato.

"Where does it hurt?" Wang Hongquan asked.

"Everywhere hurts, my brother beat me!"

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'll blow it off for you..."

Yang Ruoqing suddenly gave a chill, saying that if the conversation happened between the grandparent and the grandson, and the grandson is under six years old, it would not violate harmony at all.

But this Xiao Hei... Hey, he is tall physically, but mentally yw.

Why did such a good boy suddenly become like this?

Yang Ruoqing was so scared that she touched her tall belly. Raising children is also a science.

Don't ask how they will be outstanding in the future, at least you have to be responsible, have three outlooks, and become an ordinary person.

The affairs of the old Wang's family have come to an end for the time being.

Yang Huamei was recuperating, and it was said that Xiao Hei also stayed behind, hiding in the house to recover from his injuries, and then helped Tan's undercover to take care of Yang Huamei.

It rained heavily for the next few days, and Yang Ruoqing didn't bother to go there, so she just nestled on the bed, flipping through a book of Chinese stories in her hand.

These words were collected for her when Luo Fengtang went to Qing'an County to do business after finding out that she was pregnant with a second child, saying that it was for her to pass the boredom during the few months of raising the baby.

As a result, she hadn't been bored at all during the past few months of raising her baby.

The big and small things in the family happened one after another. There was a box full of talking books, and I only read two or three of them.

It was raining today, and Yang Ruoqing read through two storybooks in one sitting. Seeing the heavy box, she suddenly wanted to see what other books were there.

So she got down and took out the books one by one from the box.

Daqi's travel notes, local customs, folklore...

There are also some novels, poems, music scores, recipes handed down from ancient times...

When she saw a book with a thick green cover underneath, Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

This book is familiar to her.

Several times when she came out of the shower, or woke up in the middle of the night, or came back from playing outside and broke into his study, she saw him reading a book, holding what seemed to be such a green cover.

Every time he saw her come in, he seemed to put the book back in the drawer unintentionally.

Yang Ruoqing always thought it was about the art of war, so she never thought about other aspects.

She picked up the book.

Good guy, heavy.

Opening the cover, she caught a glimpse of the words on it, and her pupils shrank slightly.

Then I turned to the back, flipping through dozens of pages at a glance, and my eyes fell on the places where the horizontal lines were drawn on some floors, and the key points and notes were standardized.

The handwriting is strong and brave, and the pen is like a snake, with sharpness inside.

It was Luo Fengtang's handwriting, he recognized it.

The names he signed on the military official documents and the instructions he made were all in such domineering yet handsome handwriting.

Pick up the pen, point out the country, and inspire the words.

Put down the pen, hold the sword, stop killing with killing, and defend the country.

(End of this chapter)