Zuo Junmo raised his hand and patted Luo Fengtang on the shoulder.

"When will you get married to Qing'er? Remember to send me a message. No matter how busy you are, I will find time to come over and congratulate you!" Zuo Junmo said.

Hearing this, Luo Fengtang looked grateful.

He glanced at Yang Ruoqing beside him with doting eyes.

Then, he said to Zuo Junmo: "Brother Zuo, don't worry, we will definitely send you an invitation!"

Zuo Junmo nodded.

He glanced at Yang Ruoqing again and stopped talking.

He got on his horse and left without looking back.

They watched until Zuo Junmo and his party disappeared from sight, and then they turned around and went home.

"We asked Mr. Li to go back and give an explanation. We said that the mudslide had buried all his accomplices, and he was the only one who escaped."

"During this period of time, there should be no major disturbances from the Black Lotus Sect, and the villagers have temporarily turned the corner."

On the way back, Luo Fengtang held an umbrella for Yang Ruoqing and thought about it.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Even if there are other actions by the Black Lotus Sect, we will not be kept in the dark like before."

"Mr. Li has acted as an internal agent. He will report any situation in time, unless he is tired of living." She said.

When the two of them arrived at the door of the house, Yang Ruoqing said, "Just send me here. I want to have a good sleep in the morning, and you will also have a good sleep after you go back."

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang responded.

"It rained for so long last night, Qing'er, you don't feel any discomfort, right?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "I can run horses on my shoulders, and I can build people on my fists. I can handle it with both hands."

Luo Fengtang was amused by her words.

This one with thin arms and legs...

"You can't take it lightly. If you feel uncomfortable, you should take medicine immediately, do you understand?" He warned again.

Auntie's former man, He Laoliu, I heard, was infected with cold and never recovered.

In the end, he procrastinated and eventually died of illness.

Yang Ruoqing saw the worry in his eyes and felt warm in her heart.

"Yeah, I understand." She said.

"The same goes for you. If you feel uncomfortable, you should take medicine. Also, before going to bed, take a hot bath and change into dry clothes, you know?"

Hearing her instructions, he nodded vigorously.

The two of them parted ways and went back to their respective homes.

…

When Yang Ruoqing went to bed, it was raining lightly.

By the time Mrs. Sun called her up to have lunch, the sky outside was dark.

She was so sleepy that she thought it was night.

"Why does it keep raining?"

Sitting in the dining hall, looking at the sky outside, Yang Ruoqing murmured.

Mrs. Sun brought a bowl of rice from the kitchen to the dining hall, "In our area, it rains for several days every summer. It's just that this year the rain came earlier."

"Come on, don't look around, let's eat first." Mrs. Sun greeted.

Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze and dropped it on the dining table.

At noon Mrs. Sun cooked a lot of delicious dishes.

Steamed big bream, braised pork ribs.

Braised eggs with arrowroot powder.

Stir-fried eggplant with green beans, cold cucumber, and sweet peanuts.

In addition, there was a small plate with several square pieces of red fermented fermented bean curd inside.

Mrs. Sun poured the fried sesame oil on top of the tofu.

This table of simple yet sumptuous farm food whetted Yang Ruoqing's appetite instantly.

No matter how the rain fell, I picked up the bowl and ate it with big mouthfuls.

After eating and drinking, Yang Ruoqing wanted to help Sun clear the dishes.

Sun refused to live or die.

"You have lost weight in the past few days. It's raining in the day and there is nothing to do. You go back to the house and go to bed. Mom calls you during dinner!" said Sun.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh or cry.

Her parents didn't know what she did with Luo Fengtang and Zuo Junmo.

It's over, now I have become a pig in the eyes of my parents.

Eat and sleep, eat while sleeping, and still not gain weight.

Well, even worse than a pig, dizzy...

Yawning, Yang Ruoqing went back to her room and fell asleep with her head covered.

When I got up for dinner at night, it was still raining.

That day, it was like someone had poked a hole in it, and it was endless, with no sign of stopping.

Fortunately, the house we built is new and there is no leakage at all.

In the dining hall, Yang Huazhong and Sun looked at the rain, their faces full of worry.

"When it rained at first, everyone was very happy. There was a lack of water in the rice fields and the rice paddies were about to burst."

Yang Huazhong said.

"It's raining too much right now. I went to the fields to check it out in the afternoon, and it's not going well!"

"If the rain doesn't stop, the rice ears will rot in the fields before they mature. What can we do?"

Yang Huazhong said worriedly that he no longer had any appetite for food.

The same thing happened to Mr. Sun sitting there.

"Our house is newly built, so it doesn't leak."

"Guihua and Dayun came over in the afternoon and said that many houses in the village were leaking badly."

"Suyun hasn't been here for the past two days. The house where the three of them live must be leaking..." Mrs. Sun murmured.

Yang Huazhong said: "It's raining heavily tonight, so it's difficult to go there. Let's go over and see the three of them during the day tomorrow."

"Lao Wu is not at home, so we have to take care of him more," he said.

Sun naturally nodded.

One night passed like this.

No longer having to stay up late to stay in the mountains, Yang Ruoqing finally reversed the 'jet lag'.

Early the next morning, the rain stopped, but the sky was still gloomy.

She packed her clothes in a wooden bucket and bamboo basket and went to the pond at the entrance of the village to wash them. The sight in front of her shocked her.

The water level in this pond has risen a lot.

It is almost overflowing to the pond and dam.

The washing stones that were placed by the pond were all flooded.

The originally clear pond water was now turbid.

It's like adding a few drops of light soy sauce to a pot of milky crucian carp soup.

This water is used to wash clothes, and the more they are washed, the dirtier they become, and there is no place to put their feet.

Yang Ruoqing stood by the pond holding a laundry tub and frowning.

There are many people who feel the same as her.

Look, across the pond, there are many women carrying not only dirty clothes, but also vegetable baskets.

Some men carry buckets of water.

Not many people in the village have the conditions to dig wells in their yards.

There are only about seven or eight households in the whole village.

The villagers have been relying on the water from this pond for generations.

Now the water has become so turbid that the villagers are in trouble.

But I can only force myself to carry water and wash it with water.

Yang Ruoqing planned to go home and wash herself with well water in the backyard.

At a glance, I saw aunt Wang Cuilian across the pond, carrying a basin and a bucket, sliding over step by step.

Seeing this, I came here to wash it.

Yang Ruoqing put down what she was holding and hurried towards Wang Cuilian.

"Auntie, this water makes your clothes dirty the more you wash them. Come on, go to my house and let's get water from the well to wash them," Yang Ruoqing said.

In this way, she took Wang Cuilian back to the backyard.
Chapter completed!