"Brother and sister-in-law Suyun have been married for several years, but they have not been able to raise a son or a daughter."

"Dad Suyun fell ill again three years ago. Before he left, the old man was still worried about his grandson and couldn't rest in peace."

"Coincidentally, less than a year after Suyun's father left, sister-in-law Suyun gave birth to a grandson for the old Bao family."

"That's the Dabao whom Qing'er and Da'an saw in the shop two days ago. Qing'er and Da'an, do you still remember?"

Yang Ruoqing and Daan nodded in unison.

Why don't you remember?

The child was beaten all over his head by his mother, and he was deeply impressed.

"Suyun is not in good health. It is her brother and sister-in-law who work in the fields. Suyun has taken care of Dabaoer since he was a child. We have a deep relationship with her and cannot be separated from her for a moment!"

Yang Huazhou continued.

Between the lines, one can see how kind-hearted Bao Suyun is.

After the meal was finished and Yang Huazhou left with satisfaction, Yang Huazhong breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lao Wu's marriage is really on the rocks this time. I've never seen him say so many things today!" he sighed.

Mrs. Sun, who was clearing the dishes on the table, also laughed, "One thing brings another. Listening to what he said, Miss Bao should be good. She knows how to be a girl and will be a mother in the future. They two are perfect for each other."

Yang Huazhong nodded: "I hope so."

Here, Yang Ruoqing, who was sitting there drinking tea, said nothing.

Love makes people blind, and Yang Huazhou is like this now.

Forget it, she reserved her own opinion, their life was theirs to live, and everyone would ultimately have to bear the consequences of their choices.

Putting down the tea bowl in her hand, she said to Yang Huazhong and Sun, "Mom, Dad, I'm going out for a while. I'll come home during dinner."

"Qing'er, the soybeans have been soaked for a long time. Should I wait for your family to grind them, or should my mother grind them first?" asked Sun.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and then she remembered that tomorrow was the day to deliver tofu again.

"We'll grind the soy milk again when my family comes."

After explaining, she picked up the remaining powder and hurriedly left the house.

On the way to Lao Luo's house, Yang Ruoqing was thinking about things.

This comes with tofu, she likes it very much.

Free tofu, payment is due in full.

The clanging sound of copper plates is the most beautiful sound of nature in the world!

However, transporting these fifty kilograms of tofu to the town is troublesome.

What's more, in the future, she can't just make tofu, but also have to expand to other similar products such as dried tofu skin and tofu puffs.

In this way, you can earn more.

Changping Village is thirty miles away from Qingshui Town.

Carrying it over the shoulder? Too strenuous!

It's even more difficult when it's windy and rainy.

Transportation must be used.

But going to Uncle Daniel’s house to borrow a wheelbarrow every time is not a long-term solution!

It seems that this means of transport cannot be spared and must be purchased as soon as possible.

Who should I turn to to take care of it?

The first person that popped into Yang Ruoqing's mind was her fifth uncle Yang Huazhou.

Uncle Wu can do carpentry work, and in his spare time he also helps other people's homes.

Talk to him later and see if he can spare some time to do a wheelbarrow push?

Thinking about it all the way, I arrived at Lao Luo's house before I knew it.

A sunrise hung halfway up the mountain in the west, and the thatch on the roof of Old Luo's house looked as if it had been plated with gold.

Yang Ruoqing walked into the yard and shouted twice into the house opposite.

There was no response, it seemed like Blacksmith Luo was not at home.

She then walked into Luo Fengtang's house again.

On the bed, the patched quilts were piled in a mess at the corner of the bed, but no one was seen.

Did this kid go to the toilet?

Yang Ruoqing was muttering in her heart, when a clanking sound came from behind the house.

It was like the sound of a hammer hitting a wooden pile, occasionally mixed with the sound of a saw cutting through the wood.

This kid is working secretly again before his injuries are completely healed?

It’s really not a worry!

Cursing in her heart, Yang Ruoqing turned around and left the house, quickly looking for the back of the house.

Behind the house, the boy was busy standing among a pile of neatly planed wooden piles.

When Yang Ruoqing arrived, he was leaning over to pick up a semi-curved piece of wood on the ground, and was thinking about something there.

"You kid, why can't you be idle for a moment?"

The girl's crisp voice came from the side.

Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, and then he measured himself.

Then he saw Yang Ruoqing staring at him with her hands on her hips and her cheeks puffed out.

Under the setting sun, the girl's face was rosy.

The bulging cheeks look like two ripe red apples, which is really cute.

Luo Fengtang's eyes flashed with surprise.

He hurriedly put down the things in his hands and stepped out from among the piles of wooden piles of different lengths and thicknesses lying on the ground.

"Qing'er, why are you here?"

he asked with a smile.

"I came here to catch you and see if you disobey me. Sure enough... hum!"

She grinded her teeth deliberately, looking fierce.

Luo Fengtang was surprised, then scratched his head and grinned.

"I'm thick-skinned and not that delicate," he said.

"No matter how thick-skinned and thick-skinned you are, you are not made of iron!" she said.

Luo Fengtang didn't make any sound, but still scratched his head and giggled.

"Why are you smiling so stupidly? Sister, I'm not trying to scare you. If you turn around and the wound will open again, you won't be able to go to the ground for ten and a half months. You'll have to use a can to catch your pee!"

The smile on Luo Fengtang's face instantly turned to stone, and his face turned red.

However, Yang Ruoqing still stood in front of him, scolding him with a straight face.

Only then did Luo Fengtang realize that his actions had really angered Qing'er.

Qing'er scolded him so harshly because she was worried about him and for his own good.

Looking at the girl's open and closed mouth, Luo Fengtang's eyes were filled with warmth.

"Qing'er, you're right, it's my fault."

He smiled and nodded repeatedly, "If you want to train me, go back to my room and sit down to train me slowly. It's very messy here..."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said angrily: "Your room is even more messy, like a doghouse, and the quilt is not even folded!"

Luo Fengtang's head is covered with black lines.

Although she said this, Yang Ruoqing still took the initiative to grab Luo Fengtang's arm and pulled him back to the front room.

As soon as he stepped into the door of the west room, Luo Fengtang went straight to his bed.

The boy bent down his tall body, picked up the messy quilt with both hands, and shook it away with all his strength.

Obviously those arms are thick and strong, and he can easily lift things weighing hundreds of kilograms without even taking a breath.

Obviously this quilt is thin and small, weighing less than five or six pounds.

However, he could care about this but not the other.

The quilt became more and more messy in his hands, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more.

Yang Ruoqing stood leaning against the end of the bed, looking at his quilt with a smile.

Originally, she wanted to give him a chance to practice, but she couldn't stand it anymore.

"Hey, you'd better let go of this quilt and let me take over!"

She sighed, shook her head, walked over and took the quilt from his hand.

"Boy, watch and learn!"

She glanced at him and curled her lips.

He blushed, stepped aside, and stared intently.

He watched her easily shake them open, dust them off, and then neatly fold them in half.

The quilt that made him so busy was in her hands without any temper at all.
Chapter completed!