Sun raised her head and looked at Yang Ruoqing: "How do you say this?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's a big holiday, so instead of staying at home, you come to Uncle Luo."

"Obviously, it's because Uncle Luo was alone and deserted, so he came here deliberately to bring warmth."

"You know, Ma Dafu also has a silly woman who only knows how to eat, drink, and defecate and needs someone to take care of her!" she said.

When Mrs. Sun heard this, Lian Shan also showed a hint of doubt.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "Every festive season, I miss my family more and more. These brothers and sisters are very cunning. I am afraid they have figured out what Uncle Luo is thinking."

"Come prepared and send him warmth, making Uncle Luo grateful and moved."

Sun asked: "Qing'er, according to what you said, if they really have a purpose, what are they planning?"

Yang Ruoqing held her chin and thought for a moment.

"Picture color?"

"That's impossible. Uncle Luo is already forty. His appearance is decent at best, and he still has a bit of weight on his back. He's not that handsome young man."

"The only possibility is money!" she said.

After hearing this analysis, Mrs. Sun was even more surprised.

"No way?"

"Why not?"

"When I first met him in the county town, Ma Dafu helped you, Uncle Luo, stop the thief and snatch the money bag back."

"Besides, the last time the brothers and sisters came over, they refused to accept the grain and wheat flour that Uncle Luo gave you when they left..."

"I have a mother..." Yang Ruoqing smiled.

“Have you ever heard of the saying: Play the long game to catch the big fish?”

"If they want the grain and wheat flour, they can just pay it back. At most, they can just take some small autumn breeze."

"I'm really worried now that they are thinking about something bigger!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Although Blacksmith Luo still lives in an ordinary farmhouse.

However, Blacksmith Luo's net worth is not what it used to be.

Last year, he contracted a fish pond, and his wallet became bulging.

After making money, he saved half of it for Tang Yazi to get married, and the other half was used to buy land some time ago.

Nowadays, the Luo family has nearly twenty acres of farmland under their name, all of which are rented out to tenant farmers from nearby villages for farming, and they themselves have become a rent collector.

This year, Blacksmith Luo is not only taking care of the pond behind the village, but he has also contracted a pond in Yujia Village behind to raise fish.

Blacksmith Luo, this is a money tree.

If you hold it and shake it, you can drop a lot of money.

You said, a fool would want that half bag of rice and wheat flour?

People of the Sun family are honest and honest, but they are not stupid.

After hearing Yang Ruoqing analyze so much, she felt it made sense.

"Hey, if that's the case, then the Ma family siblings' scheming is really terrifying."

"I must warn your Uncle Luo later!" she said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Well, wait until dad comes home later. Mom, go and talk to dad."

"Let dad remind me at the right time, so that Uncle Luo won't be confused by Ma's family and can't distinguish right from wrong."

Mrs. Sun said solemnly, "Okay."

…

After lunch, Yang Huazhong's family came.

There was a hint of wine-colored flush on the man's face. He entered the yard humming a tune and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Hey, you're already humming a little tune? It looks like this meal was not bad!"

Mr. Sun was sitting in the main room doing needlework and jokingly said.

Yang Ruoqing sat aside and helped Sun arrange her embroidery patterns.

Hearing this, he also looked towards Yang Huazhong.

Dad is really in a good mood!

Seeing the mother and daughter looking at him, Yang Huazhong smiled and pulled a stool next to him and sat down.

The man said with emotion: "The Ma family is really good at cooking. Every dish is very authentic. The three of us drank a lot of wine!"

When Mrs. Sun heard this, the smile on her face was obviously a bit insincere.

"Yeah, then it's good to be in love..."

Yang Huazhong didn't react so quickly. He was still talking about what dishes he had eaten and how they tasted...

Beside, the smile on Mrs. Sun's face was fading.

Yang Ruoqing secretly winked at Yang Huazhong.

The man was dull, but he finally understood it belatedly.

"Well, no matter how delicious Ma's cooking is, you can only eat it once in a while. The oil and water are a bit heavy."

"If we really want to talk about how to eat it forever, Qing'er, you're the one who cooks it right."

"Light, delicious, not greasy, and good for your health."

"Hehe... I like it the most!"

Yang Huazhong scratched his head and grinned innocently.

He looked at Mrs. Sun eagerly, showing a flattering expression.

Mr. Sun's anger has long since dissipated.

"It seems that I ate honey instead of vegetables this afternoon. Look at that mouth, full of sweet words!" Mrs. Sun said angrily.

Yang Huazhong chuckled.

Suddenly something occurred to him and he frowned.

"There was a table full of good dishes, but the bowl of mung bean cake served at the end was a bit off-putting," he said.

green bean cake?

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

"What do you say?" she asked.

Yang Huazhong said: "The mung bean cake looks good, and it tastes good if you eat a piece of it."

"But when Brother Luo clipped the bottom piece, there were a few long hairs inside, which was disgusting!"

"The hair in the mung bean cake?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Isn't that mung bean cake the same bowl that Widow Wang sent?" she asked again.

Yang Huazhong said: "It should be the case. The colors of the bowls I saw have not been changed. They are different from the bowls at Brother Luo's house."

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes.

Is it possible that these disturbing hairs were caused by Mr. Ma?

What a jealous and scheming woman!

It seems that her guess is correct, there is definitely something wrong with the Ma family siblings.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mrs. Sun, who was also confused about her hair.

Sun also often makes various glutinous rice cake snacks and sends a bowl to relatives and friends.

When eating at home, it may be difficult to avoid something dirty falling into the bowl.

But if you give a bowl to someone else's house, you will definitely not have it, and you will definitely be very careful.

Mrs. Sun also looked at Yang Ruoqing. As soon as mother and daughter's eyes met, they both understood and guessed what was going on.

The hair strands were probably put in by Ma.

The purpose is to sow Widow Wang's image and make Blacksmith Luo tired.

"Mom, I'm going to do my thing in the backyard first. You and dad can have a good chat."

Yang Ruoqing said and stood up.

Mrs. Sun smiled knowingly, "Well, you go and have a rest. I happen to have something to talk to your father about."

…

The old Luo family.

Ma Dafu had a long lunch and lay on the table unable to get up.

Blacksmith Luo saw that Ma Dafu was drunk, so he helped him to his bed in the east room to lie down and sleep for a while.

Then he came to the kitchen.

Ma was washing pots and dishes there.

The woman wore a scarf around her head, and the sleeves in her hands were rolled up to the crooks of her arms, revealing two white and tender arms.

Wash the pots and dishes carefully.

Blacksmith Luo watched the woman do these things and felt very clean and comfortable.
Chapter completed!