After much torment in the middle of the night, Yang Yongqing was helped back to his old house to rest by Yang Huazhong with a thick gauze wrapped around his eyes.

Early the next morning, Yang Yongjin drove a carriage and set off for the county town with Cao Bamei and his two daughters.

When he came to say goodbye to Yang Huazhong and Sun, his original words were as follows: "Third uncle, third aunt, could you please go and tell Uncle Da Niu and Aunt Dayun again,"

"Huang Mao is a good girl, but our Yongqing family is not good enough for other girls, and we don't want to harm other girls."

"This is a little gift I prepared. I would like to trouble you, Third Aunt, to help me bring it over later. Thank you very much."

What Yang Yongjin said was conveyed to her word by word when Yang Ruoqing brought her baby over to play after breakfast.

"Mom, have you gone to Aunt Dayun's place?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Sun said: "I went there in the morning and brought the message with me."

"What did Aunt Dayun say?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Sun said: "I didn't say anything. She was probably a little regretful at first, because she originally planned to marry Huang Mao in the same village."

"But then I told her what happened last night, and she didn't have any regrets, because she saw that the young boy was ignorant," she said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes, mother, you did the right thing, you must tell me what happened last night."

"A sharpened knife will never make a difference in chopping firewood. Instead of looking more carefully and observing for a few days when choosing a son-in-law, you can't just marry him in a haphazard manner with the hope of getting lucky."

"Otherwise, this will be a lifelong regret," she said.

Sun said: "I feel the same way."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Huang Mao has just turned fourteen, and he is not in a hurry to find his in-laws."

"The one who really should be worried is my little cousin, who is already nineteen. As for Huang Mao, he will be fine if he stays at home for another two years."

"Every family is asking for their adopted daughter. When Aunt Dayun spreads the news after the Chinese New Year, people from villages all over the country will probably come to ask for her hand in marriage. There will be no girl who can't get married," she said again.

Mrs. Sun nodded: "Yes, Huang Mao is a good girl. I have watched her grow up. It is best to hope that she can marry near the village."

This winter is the most leisurely time of the year for Yang Ruoqing.

In the past, when she was in the early days of starting a business, she had to do everything herself.

Whether it's making tofu, escorting a convoy, or whatever, you have to do it yourself.

But now it's different.

At this level, it is like the helmsman on a big ship. When driving on the sea, the main thing is to steer.

Just grasp the helm and drive forward along the correct course.

So now, Yang Ruoqing has a lot of time to play with Baby Luo.

My child will be three years old after the Chinese New Year, and it’s time to start enlightening her.

Don’t send them to school yet. Wait until they are four years old before sending them away. First, start guiding some good habits in life at home.

Then, Yang Ruoqing made many cognitive charts for preschool children, such as common small animals,

Vegetables and fruits from all four seasons, as well as common furniture items in daily life,

By the way, there are also character relationship tables and names, father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, Grandpa...

Yang Ruoqing made everything into a large table, with text and pictures, and the pictures were matched with colors.

Hanging on the wall, one after another.

Every day, Yang Ruoqing would spare an hour to take Luo Baobao and Dazhi to identify these wall charts and teach them.

Occasionally I go to towns and counties, sit in restaurants, and listen to the reports from the stewards.

The days passed by in such a leisurely and practical way.

In the blink of an eye, it's almost the twelfth lunar month.

At this time, the weather was already very cold. Luo Baobao and the others all changed into cotton clothes and trousers, and they had to wear small hats on their backs in the morning and evening.

When the sun shines in the morning, Yang Ruoqing likes to come to the back of her yard, where the sun is facing and the sun is good.

In the morning, Ping'er, Xiaohuan and Xiaohua Xiaoduo all moved their embroidery work here to do it.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming, Xiaohuan and the others quickly greeted her.

Ping'er was teaching Xiao Hua how to hook the thread step by step. When she heard the noise, she quickly took the time to look towards Yang Ruoqing. She was about to come over to say hello when Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to stop her.

"You just concentrate on your work, and I'll come over and look around." She said with a friendly face.

Ping'er nodded, turned around, and continued to demonstrate with Xiao Huana.

Yang Ruoqing came to Xiaohuan and Xiaoduo and took a look at the embroidery work they were doing.

This is a tablecloth, used in the VIP boxes of restaurants. The pattern on it was drawn by Yang Ruoqing herself on the drawings and then handed over to them to embroider.

The painting is a modern style painting, based on the decoration style of the box.

I plan to wait until after the year to replace it, so I have to rush out the work within the year.

"Qing'er, can you see how well this can be embroidered?" Xiaohuan picked up a corner of her hand and handed it to Yang Ruoqing to see.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Yes, this is the effect we want. Xiaohuan, your craftsmanship is really good."

Xiaohuan smiled shyly, glanced at Ping'er and said, "I don't dare to boast about my craftsmanship in front of Sister Ping'er. Sister Ping'er is really amazing."

Ping'er finished her work. She turned around with a smile and said, "You are from Prince Xiangyang's palace. Your skills are worse than mine. I am ashamed of myself."

Xiaohuan said: "I haven't touched this part for more than a year, and my hands are rusty. It was Sister Ping'er who taught me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get started so quickly..."

Ping'er wanted to say something else, but Yang Ruoqing spoke up: "Oh, you two, please stop being humble to each other. You two are both good. Here, I am the worst at needlework.

No one is allowed to take the throne of Number One from me!"

Ping'er and Xiaohuan both laughed. Ping'er said: "Qing'er, you don't need to know so many things. You have great skills and can hold up a sky just like men."

Xiaohuan also said: "Yes, it's not like women like us. Apart from being able to do some needlework and raising children, we don't have much else."

When the child was mentioned, Xiaohuan looked around a few times.

Yang Ruoqing knew what Xiaohuan was looking at. It must be Brother Zhou Wang and their son.

After Yang Ruoqing asked Xiaohuan to come over to do embroidery work and offered her a salary slightly less than Ping'er, two taels of silver a month,

The young couple probably went back and thought about it carefully, and then decided that Zhou Wang couldn't find any work this year, so why not come with the young couple.

I stayed temporarily in the west room of Blacksmith Luo's house. During the day, Xiaohuan came over to do embroidery work, and Zhou Wang took care of the children.

When Xiaohuan eats, he happens to go back to feed the baby. Then in the empty space between morning and afternoon, if the baby is hungry, Zhou Wang can hold him over and drink milk.

"Why, didn't you feed the baby when you came here in the morning?" Yang Ruoqing asked Xiaohuan.
Chapter completed!