The news that Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang returned to the village was even more joyful than the Chinese New Year for the Yang Huazhong family.

"Qing'er, is it cold in the north? Is it too cold? What are you eating? You look like you've lost weight..."

From the moment she entered the door to sitting down in the main room, Mrs. Sun held Yang Ruoqing's hand and kept asking these questions.

"Mom, I have many clothes on and I'm not cold."

"The food there is similar to what we eat here. If you have money, you can buy everything to eat..."

Yang Ruoqing patiently answered Sun's questions one by one.

Over there, Luo Fengtang was also talking to Yang Huazhong.

Lao Suntou, Mrs. Sun, aunt and uncle, Blacksmith Luo, and Xiao An Xiaojie all came over.

The main hall was very lively.

"Mom, where are Da'an and Dajie?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Sun said: "School starts on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month. They had a day off during the Qingming Festival a few days ago. No, it's time to go to school again."

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized that within two months of her departure, her family had long since recovered from the New Year atmosphere.

After the Qingming Festival, spring returns to the earth, and crops and farming are getting busy.

"Qing'er, you are tired from the journey. Go back to the house to wash your face and change into clothes."

"Mom, go to the kitchen to cook the dishes that you and Tang Yazi like to eat!" said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Sun said to Yang Huazhong again: "Don't pester Tang Yazi with too many questions. Let him have some tea and rest."

"As for you, go to the old house and say hello to Mr. Qing'er and the others. Come over at night and let's have a reunion dinner together."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Everyone acted separately.

Luo Fengtang also went to Blacksmith Luo's house to have a chat and talk privately.

Here, Yang Ruoqing changed out of her bulky cotton clothes and washed away the dust and dust all over her body.

Climbed into bed again and had a good sleep.

After getting up, I feel full of energy and put on my spring clothes again.

Seeing the sun setting outside the window, she heard her aunt's laughter coming from the kitchen, so she quickly got out of bed.

In the kitchen.

Mrs. Sun was kneading dough in a big basin, and Mrs. Sun was picking up a lot of wild vegetables.

"Mom, what are you making delicious?"

Yang Ruoqing entered the kitchen room with a smile and asked.

Da Sun said: "Your mother said you like to eat mugwort cakes, but no, you make mugwort cakes to eat at night."

Artemisia cake?

Yang Ruoqing's eyes lit up and she quickly came to Sun's side.

Ms. Sun was squatting on the ground picking up wild vegetables, removing the weeds inside and washing the remaining leaves in clean water.

Then rub the washed vegetable leaves on a stone nearby.

Rub away the sour water inside...

"Qing'er, why don't you sleep a little longer?" Sun asked while rubbing her hands.

Yang Ruoqing watched with great interest and said: "I slept all the way in the carriage, and I will sleep again later at night."

Mrs. Sun nodded, "That's fine."

Yang Ruoqing saw some wild wormwood seeds lying around that had not been sorted out, so she picked them up and helped Sun sort them out.

"Mom, this mugwort is so fresh. When were you pinched?" she asked.

Before Mrs. Sun agreed, Mrs. Sun rushed over and said, "When you were sleeping, your mother went outside to pinch you in the fields."

"She said you like to eat mugwort cakes, but you always pick the tender ones at the top, which is a lot of trouble."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing looked at Sun.

Mrs. Sun shook her head hurriedly and smiled lovingly at Yang Ruoqing: "Don't listen to your aunt, it doesn't take any effort at all, and my mother is not tired."

Yang Ruoqing looked at Sun.

There was a smile on Mrs. Sun's face.

But the shoes under her feet were covered with mud.

Obviously, in order to pinch these tender wormwood seeds, she traveled a long way and visited many fields and ridges.

"Mom, you can rest aside for a while, and I'll rub it."

Yang Ruoqing said, rolling up her sleeves.

But he was stopped by Mrs. Sun, "You don't know how to knead it. If you can't knead it properly, the resulting mugwort cake will not only not be fragrant, but also bitter, mother!"

"Mom, I can't stay idle either, please assign me some work!"

Yang Ruoqing acts coquettishly.

Mrs. Sun smiled: "What's your fate, kid?"

Mrs. Sun also laughed: "Qing'er, if you really want to help, just chop up some bacon and fry it with wild wormwood later to make cake cores."

"okay!"

Yang Ruoqing started to act happily.

She picked up the knife and went to the warehouse where the grain was stored.

He dug open the dry rice, pulled out a knife of dried bacon, and returned to the kitchen.

I washed it for the first time with the rice water left at noon, and then rinsed it with clean water.

Then cut off a small piece of pork belly, cut it into slices on the chopping board, and then chop it into minced meat.

It's chopped here, and the wild wormwood in Sun's hand is almost kneaded.

"Qing'er, are your hands sore? Come here and rest, your aunt and I will do the rest of the work!"

Mrs. Sun dragged Yang Ruoqing aside.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to stand on the sidelines and watch and talk to the two of them.

Mrs. Sun is not a talkative person, but Mrs. Sun is a magpie.

Chirping, non-stop.

From the beginning of the village to the end of the village.

In the year since she moved from Sunjiagou to Changping Village, she has become familiar with the people in the village.

There are a lot of gossips and gossips that the Sun family doesn't know about, but the eldest Sun family knows them.

There is no need for Yang Ruoqing to ask, the eldest Sun family has explained to her all the big and small things that have happened in the village in the past two months.

Finally, the topic turned to Mrs. Liu.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask: "Counting the days, it's time for my fourth aunt to give birth, right?"

Ms. Liu found out she was pregnant in June last year.

By early March of the following year, it would have been nine months, almost there.

Da Sun said: "There hasn't been any movement yet. That belly is really big. Everyone says there are two babies inside."

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

When she left, she had seen someone between sixty and seven months pregnant, and her belly was not too big.

If they are really twins, you can tell from the age of three or four months.

Over there, Mrs. Sun, who had been busy making cakes, also joined in the conversation.

"It's probably not twins. I heard Qing'er's fourth uncle say that it's probably because she'll have a big appetite later on and eat everything, causing both adults and children to gain weight," she said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Well, I think that's probably the case."

"By the way, mother, it will soon be our turn to support my grandparents, right?"

"Yes, in February your second uncle and second mother were the ones doing the cooking and washing. Today, on the first and third day of the lunar month, it's our turn."

The three of them were chatting and laughing while working non-stop.

A sumptuous meal is almost ready before you know it.

When the sun completely set, Dajie Daan came home from home.

Lao Yangtou and the others also came over.

In the main room, the men sat in a circle around the Eight Immortals table, and Luo Fengtang took out the tobacco leaves brought back from the north to entertain them.

The backyard area is also more lively.

Yang Yongqing, Da'an, the others, and Liu's three daughters were all playing in the backyard.

The backyard is like a children's paradise, with children of all sizes laughing and playing.

Yang Ruoqing helps prepare chopsticks and bowls in the kitchen.

From time to time I peeked out at the scene in the yard and couldn't help but smile.
Chapter completed!