"Oh my God, who taught you these tricks? Your mother? I won't believe it to my death!"

Da Sun said.

Mrs. Sun quickly shook her head: "If I knew those tricks, why would I still be washing clothes by the pond during the last month of the month?"

On the other side of the bed, Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei quickly stood up.

"Mom, aunt, why didn't you knock on the door when you entered the house? Isn't it too bad to eavesdrop on our conversation?" Yang Ruoqing said in anger.

The eldest Sun, however, did not feel embarrassed at all for eavesdropping.

She raised her hand and took Yang Ruoqin's hand, looking her up and down.

"Qing'er, it's the first time I've heard what you just taught me to my eighth sister. It makes so much sense!"

"You girl, how do you know these secrets?" asked Da Sun.

Yang Ruoqing was ashamed.

Da Sun continued: "No wonder Tang Yazi was eaten to death by you. He is the only one in the world who can see you. It turns out that you girl has such great abilities!"

"Tsk tsk, auntie, I have seen this now!"

Yang Ruoqing became even more ashamed.

"Auntie, please don't make fun of me. I never thought about eating Tang Yazi to death."

"We respect each other and are humble to each other." Yang Ruoqing corrected.

Da Sun touched her palms and smiled.

"Oh, I don't care about you, I just know that you will cause trouble."

"Bamei, you have to remember everything Qing'er told you tonight, word for word."

"It will come in handy when you marry into the old Yang family later!" said the eldest Sun.

Cao Bamei blushed.

Mrs. Sun said from the side: "Yongjin's mother is a hard-working woman and a good old woman. If my eighth sister becomes her daughter-in-law, she will not be wronged."

Da Sun nodded: "Jin will not do anything bad, I can rest assured."

"What I'm most worried about is that in the future, the four Yongjin brothers will have to deal with the sister-in-law relationship by themselves, lest she suffer a loss."

Yang Ruoqing said: "You have to walk the road on your own, and you can't always be supported by others. Auntie, just take it easy. I believe that Eight Sisters can do it."

"Isn't it Bamei?"

Cao Bamei nodded shyly.

"I will definitely be a good wife."

…

"Qing'er, I met Zichuan Niang in the village today."

Mrs. Sun came back from outside and said hurriedly to Yang Ruoqing.

"Ms. Zichuan said that Zichuan is coming back from the county today. Do you think we should add some dishes for lunch and invite Zichuan over to eat?" asked Sun.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, mother will make the decision."

Since the end of July and a half, Muzichuan has temporarily left Qingshui Town with Mr. Zhang who was doing the disaster relief.

I heard that they were going to the county to escort the second batch of disaster relief grain.

Originally, after the last flood occurred, the relief materials allocated by the higher authorities had been transported to Qing'an County along with the imperial ministers.

But because of the subsequent plague, the food was divided into two groups.

The first small group was sent over for emergency response, and there was a larger group behind it.

Now that the plague had passed and his home was rebuilt, Muzichuan took the initiative to apply for the remaining food from the villagers.

Today, I am coming back, which is a happy event for everyone.

"It just so happened that Tangyazi delivered a big grass carp weighing more than five kilograms in the morning. At noon, I cut some pickled vegetables made by my mother and stewed them in one pot. I will treat Zichuan well," Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Sun was very happy: "Okay, I'll take care of it later."

…

Near noon, Muzichuan came back.

He did not come back alone, but also brought a team of officers and soldiers to escort the food back to the village.

The villagers had heard the news early in the morning and stood at the entrance of the village eagerly looking up.

When Mu Zichuan and his entourage entered the village, the whole village was boiling.

Muzichuan found Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing, and they all helped distribute the food to each household.

The nearby Yujia Village, Zhengjia Village, and Lijia Village are all within the disaster relief scope of Muzichuan.

Watching the villagers come with bags, receive their share, and then leave happily.

Yang Ruoqing was very happy.

The whole world is not the land of the king.

The emperor of Da Qi was relatively benevolent.

I know how to sympathize with the people. Look at the floods in this area this year and then the plague, which killed many people.

A big decision has been made to exempt this year's taxes, and also distributed grain, rice and noodles to the people who came to ease their difficulties.

Not bad.

"I think these rice grains and wheat will be enough for the villagers to eat until the end of the New Year." Yang Ruoqing said.

Mu Zichuan nodded: "From now until the end of the New Year, there will be four or five months. Within these four or five months, it will be enough for the villagers to make a living and earn some money to support their families."

"As long as we get through the three or four months of next spring, when the wheat harvest comes, everyone will be able to survive," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"By the way, did you also distribute the disaster relief food in Baojia Village? Is it as much as here?" she asked again.

Muzichuan shook his head: "The area around Baojia Village and Yanjia Village and Liaojia Village over there is under the charge of an official under Mr. Xu."

"They should all distribute supplies according to this measurement!" he said.

The supplies were almost distributed, and Yang Huazhongxing hurried over to call them.

"Lunch is cooked at noon. Your third aunt asked me to come over and see how you are doing here?" Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Ruoqing came over: "Dad, we're done here, now we can go home for dinner."

Yang Huazhong said: "That's good, I'll go back and prepare."

The man left in a hurry. Here, a few people packed up their things and headed back.

The lunch meal was very rich.

Not only did Sun make a big pot of pickled fish, but she also killed chickens and made many, many dishes.

Everyone had a lively meal.

After it was done, Mu Zichuan said to Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing: "I have something to go to Liaojia Village tomorrow."

Yang Ruoqing said: "It just so happens that the two of us are going to Liaojia Village to find a master mason. Let's go together."

…

The next day, the three of them set off to Liaojia Village together.

On the way, Mu Zichuan asked Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang: "What are you doing with that mason master?"

Luo Fengtang said: "It's like this. We are going to make flower beds in our new house. The flower bed patterns drawn by Qing'er were a bit difficult for the craftsmen in the construction team to handle."

"My uncle recommended the old stonemason master from Liaojia Village. Qing'er and I went to invite him together today."

Hearing Luo Fengtang's words, Mu Zichuan nodded.

His eyes passed over Yang Ruoqing, who was walking beside Luo Fengtang, and there was a trace of bitterness in his eyes.

If my original self could meet my current self, I would regret it so much.

Even if he were beaten to death, he would not say those words to Qing'er.

If he doesn't yell at her, let her die.

So now, the big house under construction at the entrance of the village was built for him and Qing'er.

if……

if……
Chapter completed!