The Jin family, the Liu family, Bao Suyun, the eldest Sun family, and Shuan Ziniang were all called over by the Sun family. After the Sun family left the fish that her family and Blacksmith Luo's family needed for the New Year, the remaining fish were divided among these

Relatives home.

In addition, some fish were also sent to Changgeng Daniu, Li Zheng and several village elders.

The fish pond has a good harvest and everyone is happy.

Mrs. Sun said to Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun: "Don't go back to cook at noon. Just eat here. We will have a whole fish feast later. You stay and help me."

Naturally, the women had no objections.

Slaughtering and washing fish was a very busy time.

Yang Ruoqing wanted to help, but couldn't find any chance.

"We have so many people, how can we ask a big-bellied woman like you to do this? Just watch from the side." Da Sun said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh or cry.

Thanks to the baby's favor, he has now become a key target of protection.

Okay, then enjoy the peace and quiet.

At noon, the food is fragrant.

In the spacious and bright lobby of Yang Huazhong's home, two Eight Immortals tables are put together.

On the table, there are a variety of meat and vegetable dishes.

Of course, today's star is fish, so the portion size of fish dishes takes precedence.

Braised fish cubes, fish head with chopped pepper, pickled fish, boiled fish, and small fried fish wrapped in wheat flour.

It was put on the table in full, making everyone at the table salivate.

Yang Ruoqing was also intoxicated.

The little one in her belly seemed to smell the fragrance, woke up, and was ready to move in her belly.

She secretly touched her belly and told him in her heart, "Why are you so anxious, little one? Mom will start using the chopsticks in a moment!"

Mother and son were connected spiritually, and the little guy seemed to have really sensed her inner voice, and really behaved.

She smiled happily, not bad, good at communication, reasonable, and a good baby.

"Why are you all sitting down? Everyone is moving their chopsticks and eating!"

Mrs. Sun, Bao Suyun and the others brought the last fried spinach and put it on the table, beckoning everyone to use their chopsticks.

Old Yangtou said: "You are tired after cooking so many dishes, so sit down and eat together!"

The father-in-law personally invited the daughters-in-law to sit down for dinner, which was rare in the old Yang family.

Generally, the wives who cook are the last ones to eat, and they always eat in the kitchen.

Bao Suyun and others looked flattered.

Seeing this, Yang Huazhong quickly stood up and said to Sun and others: "You have really worked hard. Come on, let's all sit down and eat."

After a meal, everyone enjoyed themselves and drank to their heart's content.

After having enough food and wine, the women went to the backyard to clean up the dishes, while the men sat in the front yard drinking tea and chatting.

Lao Yangtou discussed with his sons the matters for the next busy year.

Yang Ruoqing sat in a warm barrel nearby, warming herself by the fire, drinking tea, and cracking melon seeds, acting as a qualified spectator.

Old Yangtou was in a good mood, and his face was red from drinking.

Sitting there, he was talking to his children and grandchildren: "We farmers are busy from the beginning of the year to the end of the year, getting up early and going late at night, in the wind and rain, just to have enough food and clothing."

"We have been very busy all year round. It's finally the twelfth lunar month and we are celebrating the New Year. This is a festive day and we have to make good preparations."

At the table, brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming, and Yang Huazhou all pricked up their ears to listen.

Old Yangtou continued: "In a busy year, what should I be busy with? It's just the following aspects:"

"Blow up the dust, boil New Year sugar, send the Kitchen God to heaven, kill New Year pigs, chickens and ducks..."

"Haha, there are so many things to be busy with!"

Having said this, Lao Yangtou happily took out the tobacco stick and stuffed one end into his mouth.

"Come on, Dad, let me light it for you."

Yang Huazhong quickly stood up and lit the chimney for Old Yang.

Old Yang took a puff and blew out another spicy ring of smoke, and then continued: "We have five houses, and we will cook New Year's candy and so on. We will discuss it and put it together, and everyone will come to help.

There is strength in numbers.”

Yang Huazhong nodded, and neither Yang Huaming nor Yang Huazhou had any objections.

Yang Huaming said: "Dad, I heard that several families in our village are getting married in the twelfth lunar month of this year. Our old Yang family will go over to congratulate us. We will all pay the same amount to avoid being picked on. How about that?"

Regarding this proposal, Lao Yang nodded.

"The villagers who have ordinary friendships are doing big things. We, the old Yang family, have the same share of the five houses."

"If a certain house has a good personal relationship with the villager who works for that household, you can add some extra details to the house. These are all possible," he said.

Everyone else nodded.

When he mentioned this wedding, Old Yangtou pulled out the cigarette rod from his mouth and his eyes fell on Yang Yongxian in the crowd.

"Yongjin became a father, and Yongzhi heard that his third grandson's wife is also pregnant."

"Qing'er is about to have a baby after the Chinese New Year, but the marriage of our eldest grandson Yongxian is a big worry for me, old man!"

Having said this, the smile on Old Yangtou's face disappeared and he sighed heavily.

Among the crowd, Yang Yongxian lowered his eyes, and there was a faint trace of strange red on his pale and handsome face.

Like shyness or something else.

Here, Old Yangtou looked at Yang Yongxian and continued: "Your eldest brother is gone, but I am still here. It is my responsibility to worry about Yongxian's marriage."

"Whenever I am no longer here, you uncles will have to worry about Yongxian's marriage..."

Hearing what Old Yangtou said, Yang Huazhong smiled.

"Dad, look at what you said!" the man said, and glanced at Yang Yongxian.

"Our Yongxian needs to be talented and good-looking. He was delayed in getting married because he was studying. Now he has a higher vision, so he couldn't find a suitable girl for a while."

Yang Huazhong said.

The people around him, including Yang Ruoqing, all nodded secretly.

After the eldest brother gave up his pursuit of fame and concentrated on being a teacher in the village, Lao Yang's family began to work hard to find a match for him.

He looked at several girls one after another, but he didn't like them, so the marriage was postponed.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

Yang Yongxian's marriage has become a major event in the old Yang family, and people in the village often discuss it behind their backs.

Some people even speculate that the eldest brother Yang Yongxian doesn't like women?

Yang Ruoqing's thoughts were quickly interrupted by Old Yangtou's voice.

"Your eldest brother, you left this year. According to the customs in our area, this is an important act of filial piety."

"As the eldest son, Yongxian will get married within a hundred days of filial piety after his father leaves. Otherwise, after a hundred days, he will have to observe filial piety for his father for three years before he can marry a wife."

"After these three years have passed, Yongjin and Qing'er's children will be able to take care of each other, and he will become a real big brother. It will be more difficult to get married as time passes. What should we do?"

Everyone in the room fell silent, looking at Yang Yongxian with eyes full of pity and pity, but more importantly, helplessness.
Chapter completed!