"You're such a big guy. You had a bad temper in your early years and you loved fighting with others the most."

Mrs. Sun was cutting vegetables while gossiping with Yang Ruoqing about the past events.

"He has a very bad temper and refuses to listen to anyone's advice. Even if your old lady tries to persuade you, he will beat you."

"If a son hits his mother, he will be struck by lightning. But he is not afraid. He will still hit her when his temper gets worse."

"Several times your old lady was beaten to the point where she didn't even want to live anymore, and it was your old lady who tried to persuade her," said Da Sun.

"Then how did Daga Gong become a filial son later?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask.

Da Sun said: "According to what he said, one year he was cutting firewood in the mountains."

"I saw a nest of chicks that had just hatched in the bird's nest on the tree."

"The old bird brings the food in its beak and feeds the little birds that haven't even grown their feathers yet. They go back and forth without getting tired."

"Your Grand Duke sat under the tree and stared for a long time. Perhaps he thought that his mother had been the one who raised him since he was a child."

"I regret treating my mother like this now."

"It just so happened that it was past noon, and your old lady came to the mountain to bring food to your grandpa."

"Your Grand Duke was very happy. He hurried down the mountain and wanted to pick up his mother."

"Your old lady stayed at home for a while at noon, and the meal was delivered late. Knowing your temper, she was a little worried."

"When I looked up, I saw your Dagagong rushing down from the top of the mountain with an ax in his hand."

"Your old lady was so frightened now that she put down her bamboo basket, turned around and jumped off the cliff..."

"Perhaps she is the one who delivers babies and brings blessings and virtues."

"After that jump, I didn't fall, but got hung up on a branch sticking out from the cliff."

"After that fight, you, Dagagong, became a completely different person."

"My temper has changed and my temper has improved. I listen to your old lady."

"Later, I bought a woman to be my wife. Unfortunately, that woman was unlucky, so she gave birth to a daughter for you, Daga Gong, and she died of illness. Alas!"

It had been a while since Da Sun had finished speaking. Yang Ruoqing was still immersed in the story just now.

"Is this all true?" she couldn't help but ask Da Sun.

Da Sun said: "It's absolutely true. Your mother also knows it, but she never told you."

Mrs. Sun turned around and went to wash the vegetables.

Yang Ruoqing was left standing alone by the pot with a sigh on her face.

The prodigal son returns with gold.

These words are really apt when applied to Daga Gong.

A woman of such an advanced age would have to say something unpleasant in the countryside of ancient times.

I have lived for more than seventy years, so I can just breathe. At this age, I can do whatever I want.

However, Dagagong was not afraid of the hard work and used a wheelbarrow to push my mother out of the mountain to seek medical advice.

In view of this belated filial piety, Yang Ruoqing planned to help the old lady, and then look for a good medicine for the old lady to treat asthma.

…

Yang Ruoqing carried the medicine bowl into the guest room in the front yard.

Luo Fengtang has already woken up.

Because of the location of the wound, he could only lie down on the bed for the time being.

Beside the bed, there was a person sitting, smiling and talking to Luo Fengtang.

It's Yan Huaian.

"Uncle Yan, you are here too."

Yang Ruoqin walked in and greeted Yan Huaian with a smile.

Yan Huai'an smiled at Yang Ruoqing and said, "I have nothing to do. Come and talk to Brother Luo to relieve your boredom."

Yang Ruoqing nodded and walked straight to the bed with the medicine bowl in hand.

"You lie down and don't move, and I'll feed you some medicine." She said softly.

There was a hint of flattery on Luo Fengtang's face, but joy flashed in his eyes.

"Well, then we have Lao Qing'er." He said, raising his upper body with his arms so that he could drink the medicine more easily.

She smiled and glared at him, "Who of us is following the other? We still have work to do, so we're pulling the strings!"

"Come on, open your mouth..."

Yan Huai'an sat aside and watched the two children's intimate, yet generous and natural behavior of feeding medicine.

He smiled secretly.

It’s great to be young!

A bowl of medicine was quickly fed into Luo Fengtang's mouth.

Yang Ruoqing brought some water, asked him to rinse his mouth, and lay back down again.

Here, Yan Huaian stood up and said, "After drinking the medicine, Brother Luo, please take a nap for a while. I have to go to Li Zheng's house to talk about something, and I'll see you later."

Luo Fengtang stood up again.

"Old man Yan, thank you for coming to talk to me. I really like what you said about the customs and folk customs of Daliao."

Yan Huaian looked pleased: "If you like to hear it, that's fine. I'll talk to you next time."

"Well, it's easy for Mr. Yan to leave," Luo Fengtang said.

Yang Ruoqing also stood up, and she said to Luo Fengtang: "You take a moment and I'll take Uncle Yan to Uncle Li Zheng's house."

"good."

The two of them left the yard, and Yang Ruoqing suddenly said to Yan Huaian: "Old man Yan, I have something I want to ask you for advice. Can you please lend me a step to talk?"

Yan Huaian was startled for a moment, then nodded.

Therefore, the two people did not enter the village, but walked towards the Tutu Temple in the south.

"Miss Yang, if you want to ask anything, just ask. I know everything and can tell you everything." Yan Huaian opened his mouth with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing nodded and stopped.

"Uncle Yan, have you seen the birthmark on Tang Yazi's butt?" she asked straight to the point.

Yan Huaian was stunned for a moment, and there was a clear wave of confusion in his eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, I saw it."

"Uncle Yan, tell me honestly, you know that birthmark, right?" she asked again.

Yan Huaian frowned slightly, but shook his head: "I don't know you, I just think it's a bit novel..."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips.

"Uncle Yan, please don't lie to me."

"I can see that you recognize the birthmark, but you just don't want to admit it," she said.

Yan Huaian did not defend himself, with a look of confusion and hesitation on his face.

If Yang Ruoqing was just testing it just now, now she is almost certain of this guess.

"Uncle Yan, if you know anything, please tell me." Yang Ruoqing begged.

The wolf head birthmark on Tang Yazi's buttocks looked like it was branded on her right after she was born.

Ordinary farmers can't be so bored as to brand their newborn child's buttocks with that.

Being able to brand this means that the child is marked so that he can find it later, or for some other special purpose.

Looking at Blacksmith Luo's body and facial features, he is not similar to Luo Fengtang at all.

Luo Fengtang was brought back from outside by Luo Laoer. Who is the child's mother?

There is no way to verify it!

As mentioned above, she has always had doubts about Luo Fengtang's life experience.

She suppressed this suspicion in her heart and rarely mentioned it to Luo Fengtang himself.

He was kept in the dark and didn't even know about the wolf head birthmark on the back of his butt, right?

Without a mirror, you can't see yourself.

As long as the people close to him who saw the birthmark didn't tell him, he would never know about it for the rest of his life.

"Uncle Yan, to be honest, Tang Yazi was brought back from outside by his father. His father died a long time ago, and his mother has never shown her face."

"This wolf tooth birthmark may have something to do with his life experience."
Chapter completed!