Her wheat-colored skin exudes wildness and fitness.

The lines are smooth and tight, the shoulders are broad and thick, but the waist is very narrow.

In order to cooperate with her wiping, he supported the bed board under him with both arms and raised his upper body slightly.

This posture is a bit like doing push-ups, and the lines and muscles on the arms can be seen at a glance.

Yang Ruoqing almost drooled when she saw it.

"Wow, with your body, you really have no choice!"

Yang Ruoqing praised him without hesitation.

Luo Fengtang: "..."

"You are good-looking and interesting. In our time, you were a male god!"

"What era? Who is the male god?" Luo Fengtang asked in confusion.

Realizing that she had let slip, Yang Ruoqing stuck out her tongue and hurriedly changed her words: "Oh, I mean you were born at the wrong time, otherwise, with your ability, you could have done something bigger!"

"Hehe!" Luo Fengtang grinned.

"I think it's good to be like this now. I'll make tofu with you, Qing'er, and go hunting in the mountains in my free time. I'm so motivated!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded: "Hehe, I thought so too!"

The road must be walked step by step.

Eat rice one bite at a time.

Goals must be achieved one after another.

From small to large, from low to high.

Everything will get better and better!

…

When Yang Ruoqing finished all this, Blacksmith Luo entered the house carrying the cooked wild vegetable porridge.

Seeing that Luo Fengtang was awake and in better spirits, Blacksmith Luo felt more relieved.

He and Yang Ruoqing helped Luo Fengtang sit up together and put something near the wound so that it could not be pressed.

Then, Blacksmith Luo said to Yang Ruoqing with a grateful face: "Girl Qing, thank you!"

Yang Ruoqing was ashamed, "Uncle Luo, I don't dare to thank you for this. Tang Yazi did this just to accompany me into the mountains!"

Blacksmith Luo said: "You can't say that. You also helped Tang Yazi. Your whole family is good to Tang Yazi. He should accompany you into the mountains!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and did not discuss this issue with Blacksmith Luo.

She put the top that Luo Fengtang had just changed into on her arm, "I'll take these clothes home to wash and dry them before sending them over."

"I'll just wash it. How can I ask you to wash it for him?" Blacksmith Luo said.

Luo Fengtang also looked at Yang Ruoqing with a complicated expression, wanting to stop him.

But Yang Ruoqing shook her head and said: "These clothes are full of blood and sweat. It can't be washed clean with plant ashes. I have soap locust powder at home!"

Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang still couldn't defeat her.

Yang Ruoqing gave Luo Fengtang a few more words and prepared to leave.

"Girl Qing, there is still wild vegetable porridge in the pot. Why don't you have a bowl before leaving?" Blacksmith Luo asked.

"Thank you, Uncle Luo, no need, I came here with a full belly!"

"become!"

Blacksmith Luo sent Yang Ruoqing to the door of the yard. Yang Ruoqing waved to him: "Uncle Luo, go back and take care of Tang Yazi!"

"Hey, okay, okay, come over and play often!"

"Um!"

After sending Yang Ruoqing away, Blacksmith Luo returned to the house, with a smile still remaining in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Luo Fengtang was sitting on the bed, drinking porridge.

Blacksmith Luo walked over and couldn't help but sigh: "This girl is really not bad!"

"He is capable and sensible, and he is also kind to a bad old man like me. The more I look at him, the more I like him!"

Luo Fengtang knew who the uncle was praising.

He put down the bowl in his hand, with a proud smile in his eyes.

"Those people in the village say that Qing'er is fierce and difficult to get along with. They are all nonsense. Qing'er is inherently good!"

Blacksmith Luo was happy when he heard his nephew's tone.

"Tangyaozi, you have to work harder. You can't miss such a good girl. If you miss her, you will cry for the rest of your life!"

Luo Fengtang blushed: "Uncle, what are you talking about? Qing'er and I are still young..."

"It doesn't matter if you're small! People still order babies to marry!" Blacksmith Luo said loudly.

"You are already sixteen, and you will be seventeen after the Chinese New Year. At this age, you can say goodbye!"

"As for Girl Qing, she is four years younger than you. After the 13th and 14th years of the Chinese New Year, do you want me to go talk to Mr. and Mrs. Yang?"

Blacksmith Luo touched his unshaven chin and pondered.

When Luo Fengtang heard this, he almost spit out a mouthful of wild vegetable porridge in his mouth!

"Hey, silly boy, look at how happy you are..."

Blacksmith Luo smiled and raised his hand to pat Luo Fengtang's back.

Luo Fengtang blushed, "Uncle, please don't tell Uncle Yang, we, we are not what you see..."

"It's not like that? What kind of thing is it?" Blacksmith Luo asked.

"I am the one who brought you up. Why can't I see what you are thinking? You care about girl Qing! If you care about her, go and propose marriage, otherwise you will be snatched away by others!"

Luo Fengtang lowered his head and blushed: "Uncle, look at our family, we are poor and have nothing. No matter what, I have to work hard to support the family first and buy some things before I can think about getting married!

"

Blacksmith Luo was startled for a moment. He didn't expect that his nephew would think so carefully.

He also turned his head and looked at the room, which was really full of money.

"Hey, it's my uncle who has no ability!"

"I don't blame my uncle. It's not easy for him to raise me up!"

Luo Fengtang said.

In order to raise him, the uncle even delayed his own life-long events.

This kindness is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea!

"Tangyazi, don't worry. After taking the medicine you bought these past few days, my uncle's health has improved a lot."

Blacksmith Luo took the empty bowl from Luo Fengtang's hand and stood up: "Uncles like blacksmithing and hammering can't do the brute force work anymore, but we can go back to the village and rent a few acres of other people's fields to do it, and we can still do it!"

"When uncle saves enough money, he will marry you a wife!"

…

Lying on the bed at night, Yang Ruoqing told Xiao An a few fairy tales and coaxed him to sleep.

She herself was completely sleepless.

Like pancakes, tossing and turning on the bed.

All I could think about were the words Luo Fengtang shouted when he was in a coma due to high fever.

"Qing'er, don't leave..."

In order to make it easier to get up at night, the soybean oil lamp on the table was always lit.

Inside the tent, the light was dim.

She took out the pink silk flower from under the pillow and looked at it carefully.

Her fingertips caressed her every inch, and the gentle curve at the corners of her lips was something she herself was unable to notice...

That night, in the west wing of the old Luo family under the old maple tree at the west end of the village.

Luo Fengtang was lying on the bed with his eyes open.

Looking at his hand that was held by Yang Ruoqing, it took him a long time to close his eyelids.

Until he fell asleep, there was still a faint smile on the corner of the boy's mouth...

At dawn, Yang Ruoqing got up and was busy cooking pig food.

As usual, the pig food consisted of wild vegetables mixed with bean dregs. She grabbed a handful of nettle grass that had been dried some time ago, chopped it into pieces, and mixed it into the pig food and cooked it together.
Chapter completed!