"I heard from your aunt that Tang Yazi is back. It's good to be back!"

"Today I went to Zhoujia Village. Your aunt was so polite that she allowed me to have lunch before I came home."

"You two happen to be here, and I was about to tell you a happy event."

In the afternoon, Blacksmith Luo drove his carriage back from outside.

Before her butt could sit firmly and the hot sweat on her head had not been wiped off, Wang Cuilian found Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang and said.

Luo Fengtang didn't know about Blacksmith Luo's trip to Zhoujiacun, because Blacksmith Luo left at dawn and Luo Fengtang came back in the morning.

But Yang Ruoqing knew.

Blacksmith Luo sent the early rice harvested this season to Luo Daye to give them a taste.

A man always thinks about his sister no matter what.

"Uncle, what's the big happy event? Tell me." Luo Fengtang said with a smile.

On this trip back to the village, all I heard was happy events, one after another.

Blacksmith Luo said: "It's your cousin Zhou Wang who is going to be a father!"

"Ah?" Luo Fengtang was surprised.

Looking at Yang Ruoqing next to her, she had the same expression.

Then, Luo Fengtang laughed dumbly and raised his hand to scratch his head.

"What kind of day is this? Why, everyone is busy being a father this time around, hehe..."

He smiled and secretly glanced at Yang Ruoqing.

When will this girl let me be her father again?

Although she didn't meet his eyes, Yang Ruoqing could still feel his furtive gaze and the hidden meaning in his gaze.

Her face blushed slightly, and she deliberately did not look at him, but turned her gaze to Blacksmith Luo.

"Uncle, if I remember correctly, last time on the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, when my aunt and the others came over, they mentioned cousin Zhou Wang's marriage," Yang Ruoqing said.

"At that time, my aunt seemed to say that cousin Zhou Wang didn't want to find a wife in the village, but wanted to go to the town or county to find a girl from the city to be his wife, right?" she asked again.

Blacksmith Luo nodded: "Yes, that's what I said."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "The marriage has not been settled yet, so why are you going to be a father soon?"

Luo Fengtang also followed: "Yes, I also have this doubt, and Qing'er just happened to ask about it."

Blacksmith Luo laughed, then looked around, lowered his voice, and said with pride and pride: "Do you still remember the girl Zhou Xia brought back from the Prince of Xiangyang's Mansion?"

"Hiss..." Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

"Remember." She said.

Blacksmith Luo said: "That's her."

"When I passed by today, your aunt said that she was already several months pregnant and was discussing with me how to arrange the marriage. I am also thinking about it. I will have to meet your aunt again later to help her.

Come up with an idea!" he said.

Blacksmith Luo was driven by Wang Cuilian to wash his face and change his shoes, while Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang returned to their small backyard.

In the room, Luo Fengtang was sitting at the desk, reading the book of war, while Yang Ruoqing was lying on the cool bed under the window, playing with a fan in her hand, and her playful calves and feet were raised behind her and swaying gently.

Seeing the handsome profile of someone behind the desk, she couldn't help but joke.

"Your cousin, who used to be silent and inactive, is very similar to your deceased uncle."

"How could you do such a thing as getting pregnant out of wedlock?"

"I thought that Yu Jinbao was the only one who could do this kind of thing in all the deserts and villages in the world!"

She clicked her tongue and shook her head slightly.

A little girl followed Zhou Xia all the way to this rural village, and she was unfamiliar with the place.

He was probably only thirteen or fourteen years old, and he was treated like this, ugh!

Yang Ruoqing shook her head again. This is like painting the skin of a tiger, but it is difficult to paint the bones. Knowing the person but not the heart.

"I remember that little maid. She was good-looking, with a low eyebrow and a pleasant look. She was very well-behaved."

She continued.

"Your cousin Zhou Wang, Mense, your aunt, Ba'er, and Zhou Xia can't protect that maid."

"Eighty percent, it was their family who worked together to let Zhou Wang take over the maid!"

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's speculations here with gusto and some words of condemnation from time to time, Luo Fengtang put the book in his hand aside and turned to look at her.

"I don't know what that little maid looks like, because I have never seen her face." He said truthfully.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled. These words were pleasant to hear.

After coughing lightly, Yang Ruoqing took over the conversation: "No matter what that maid looks like, what do you think the inside story of this matter is like?"

"Tell me, is it possible that the little maid took the initiative to hook up with Zhou Wang?"

She added, holding her chin with her palms, the fire of gossip in her eyes burning like a prairie fire.

"That little maid may have a low eyebrow but she has a lot of background."

"I heard that my parents are working in Prince Xiangyang's palace, so she is a domestic slave."

"Maids who grew up in a place like the palace received different training during childhood. I heard Yaxue tell me, like those young men from noble families,"

"Since I was little, I have been served by maids, even washing my buttocks!"

"Besides, when they reach the age of fourteen, their family will have a bed-warming maid in their house."

To put it bluntly, these bed-warming maids are just tools responsible for guiding and satisfying the adolescent buddies and impulses of these young masters.

They are not qualified to bear children for young masters and young men, and they are not even qualified to be concubines.

But the more you struggle at this bottom level, the more you learn how to exploit it.

"Perhaps it was the little maid who took the initiative to crawl into Zhou Wang's bed. She was trained by the prince, and Zhou Wang, a villager, could stand her tricks?"

"Then, if a mother is married to her son because of her son's worth, won't she have a firm foothold in the Zhou family?" Yang Ruoqing was analyzing there.

Luo Fengtang thought it was funny and cute at the same time that he was looking serious and talking clearly.

He couldn't help but get up, came to the cooling bed, and sat down beside her.

"No matter what the inside story is, whether it was the maid who took the initiative to hook up with her, or whether my aunt and others forced the maid to submit, these are not important anymore."

He gently stroked her soft hair hanging behind her back and said.

"No matter which one it is, now that we have a child, the next step is to get married." He added.

Yang Ruoqing turned over and lay on her side looking at him.

"Uncle is very happy today. His only nephew is getting married. This is the biggest happy event for him!" she said.

Even though Luo Fengtang got married, Blacksmith Luo was overjoyed.

But Luo Fengtang and Blacksmith Luo were not even remotely related by blood. They were nurtured by a nurturing grace that was deeper than the sea.

But Zhou Wang is different.

Blacksmith Luo's direct nephew looks a bit like Blacksmith Luo. The nephew is just like his uncle!

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Luo Fengtang said: "Uncle is indeed very happy. During these days, he is probably going to visit Zhoujia Village frequently again. We can't stop him."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "I didn't want to stop him. My uncle has the same personality as my father. He cares most about the friendship between his brothers and compatriots."
Chapter completed!