She pointed to her belly: "My belly can't carry it, it will make your daughter uncomfortable."

Luo Fengtang suddenly realized, "Oh, look at me, I'm even stupider than Zhu Bajie!"

"Come on, then I'll take you back!"

Unable to resist her refusal, he stretched out his thick and strong arms, picked her up horizontally, and walked steadily toward the backyard with long, slender steps.

She hooked her arms around his neck and looked at his handsome profile in the moonlight.

"In the future, when I become an old woman, my hair will turn white and my teeth will fall out, will you still pamper me like this?"

She raised her head and asked him.

When I asked this question, I felt like I was being pretentious.

However, he was thinking seriously about her hypocritical question.

"Of course." He said.

"As long as I still have strength, I will hold you until I grow old."

"One day when I get old and can no longer hold you, I will help you walk," he said.

"Yeah, this is what we agreed on, don't cheat on it!" she said.

"Well, don't be shy."

…

After half a month, the hottest season of the year is gradually coming to an end.

Although the sun is still blazing in broad daylight, you can already feel the coolness in the morning and night.

The late rice is not yet ripe, but the cotton in the field is white.

Yang Huazhong's family has planted nearly ten acres of cotton. Because the couple has taken good care of it, at this time, they stood at the edge of the field and took a look into the field.

Each cotton tree is covered with pure white cotton, just like balls of snow, which is very gratifying.

Mrs. Sun, Bao Suyun and Ms. Sun and others worked early and late to pick cotton.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing was not idle either.

Luo Fengtang helped Yang Huazhong tend the rice and carried the water tanker to water it.

She put on a wheat straw hat and long-sleeved clothes, carried a bamboo basket and followed Sun and others to pick cotton.

"Qing'er, be careful not to fall."

Mrs. Sun kept urging her, feeling very worried.

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily, "Mom, don't worry, my feet are stable and I won't fall."

Picking cotton is actually not tiring, it’s also fun.

Looking at the large snow-white cotton flower blooming on the cotton tree in front of me.

Gently hold one corner of it with your fingers, and then pull it out with force.

In my hand, a large ball of soft cotton fell, which felt very good.

Then throw it into the bamboo basket and continue picking.

Hearing the chatter of Da Sun and the others, he just kept picking.

Everywhere he went, all the white snowflakes were picked.

The bamboo basket was full before I knew it.

When a cotton ridge has been picked to the end, the cotton in the bamboo basket is poured into the hemp string belt brought.

Then do it again.

Yang Ruoqing enjoyed picking them with relish. Unknowingly, the sun gradually rose to the top of her head and it was approaching noon.

Mrs. Sun raised her head and glanced at the sun above her head, and said to everyone: "It's almost noon, let's all go back. I'll cook, and everyone will come over for dinner at noon."

Da Sun said: "It's still early for lunch, and there's still a few more hours to pick."

Bao Suyun said: "Let Qing'er go back first. She is a twin and can't be too burdened."

Yang Ruoqing did feel hot.

After I became pregnant, I felt much hotter in the summer than in previous years.

It is probably because of changes in various physical indicators after pregnancy. At this moment, neither of them was sweating much, but she was sweating profusely.

"Qing'er, please go back first. I soaked a watermelon in the bucket in the kitchen with well water."

"You cut it up and eat it first. Mom will go home to cook lunch in a while." Mrs. Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded without insisting too much.

As soon as she stepped onto the ridge, suddenly, several figures on the road in front of her sight caught her attention.

"Mom, look, the person pushing the cart over there is my second uncle?"

She pointed in front of her eyes and asked.

Mrs. Sun and others looked around and were also surprised.

"It's your second uncle, what is he...doing?" Mr. Sun was surprised.

On the road ahead, Yang Hualin was pushing a cart in front of him. On the shuttle, there was a cart of stones.

There are two people behind me helping to push.

Behind them, there were several other men, also pushing carts.

The cart is loaded with logs of wood.

"They are all strangers, and they brought these stones and wood with them. Is my second uncle going back to the village to build his own house?"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

Mrs. Sun and others were all surprised. They put down their work and stood on the ridge looking towards the road.

I saw Yang Hualin pushing the trolley and leading the few people straight towards the Earth Temple.

Then, at the border between Changping Village and Lijia Village, they stopped and began to unload the things on the cart.

"I guess they really plan to build a house there," Yang Ruoqing added.

A few days ago, on the first half of the month, the second uncle came back to Lao Yang's house and asked to recognize his ancestor and die.

Not only was he rejected by Lao Yangtou and Tan, but he also took back several rooms in the second bedroom.

I originally thought that the second uncle and the others would never come back, but unexpectedly, they actually came back and built their own house?

Haha, you are really thick-skinned!

"Mom, leave them alone. I'm going back first. Don't delay too long."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and said to Sun and the others.

Mrs. Sun nodded: "Be careful on the road and walk slowly."

"Um!"

…

Yang Hualin married a brothel woman, and the brothel woman gave birth to a son for him.

The fact that Yang Hualin wanted to bring his wife and son back to recognize his ancestors but was eventually kicked out of the Yang family has been hotly discussed by the villagers in the past few days.

These days, Old Yangtou is too embarrassed to walk around the village.

Whenever I meet someone on the road, I will joke with him and ask him why he doesn’t want to kiss his grandson?

Finally, after a few days, this storm has gradually subsided.

But when Yang Hualin came back to build a house, it suddenly became like a handful of firewood, heating up the matter again.

Within a long lunch, the news had spread throughout the village.

Everyone knew this, including Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang, who had returned from pumping water from the fields.

Yang Huazhong sat there smoking a cigarette, puff after puff, puff after puff, and sighed.

Yang Ruoqing saw that Yang Huazhong was worried, and it must be related to the fact that his second uncle returned to the village to build a house.

So, he walked over and persuaded: "Dad, don't think too much, as long as we don't care about him like we said that day, he can build the house wherever he wants and it won't hinder us!"

Yang Huazhong pulled out the cigarette holder from his mouth and said, "That's what I said, but it's so disturbing to have this **** hanging around right under my nose!"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "Don't look at it, don't talk to me, just treat it like a passerby."

"Don't be soft-hearted, it's none of our business!"

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Yes, I understand, my dear daughter, don't worry about these things."
Chapter completed!