All her resistance turned into gentle accommodation.

"Fool, I am yours, Qing'er is yours, body, heart, everything is yours!"

Her soft arms wrapped around his shoulders. He hugged her tightly, turned over and pressed her down again.

The curtain fell, the clothes were thrown out one by one, and the big embroidery bed began to sway violently again, telling the story of the lingering love between the lovers...

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After Luo Fengtang came back, life seemed to have returned to calm. In the calm, the last wave of farm work of the year ushered in.

Under the stars and the moon, they pick cotton and collect various agricultural and sideline crops.

There was endless supply of vegetables and fruits in the vegetable garden, and they were about to end due to the season. The women picked them up.

Fish out what should be fished, marinate what should be marinated, and dry what should be dried.

In the next few months of the year, these things will be the dishes that farmers will use to eat.

Yang Ruoqing was also busy making pickles with Wang Cuilian and Sun. After coming to this world, she taught them a lot and learned a lot from them.

Look, many of the pickles in the rows of pots and jars in the backyard were made by her herself.

Very interesting.

"Qing'er, come here and help me." Over there, Mrs. Sun was shouting.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw Mrs. Sun carrying a vegetable basket filled with large duck eggs.

Yang Ruoqing hurried over and helped Sun carry the basket that was deformed by the weight of the duck eggs.

Sun said: "Fifty duck eggs, all salted. The baby likes to eat salted duck egg porridge."

"Okay, I'll pickle it. Mom, wash your hands and sit for a while." Yang Ruoqing said.

He turned around and brought a big jar over, poured clean well water into it, and then put the salt in it.

In this era, salt is not like modern times, where it costs one yuan a pack.

Salt in this era was developed and sold uniformly by the government.

Those who sell illegal salt will be beheaded.

Therefore, salt is relatively expensive, and most people just eat it leisurely. Like when she first traveled through time, the food basically had no flavor.

Vegetable leaves are basically boiled in water. Just add a little salt and don't dare to add too much oil.

Even now, only Yang Ruoqing and a few well-off families in the village are making pickles on such a large scale.

In other households, most of them cook vegetables and dry them.

So in ancient times, everyone should not fall into the misunderstanding that poor families only eat pickles.

wrong,

Those who can really eat pickles as much as they want are rich people.

Pickling salted duck eggs is very simple, just put the fresh duck eggs into clean salt water, then seal it, wait for about forty days, and it's almost ready.

This method was taught by Sun, and the salted duck eggs made by Sun are delicious.

After peeling, the duck egg yolk can ooze red oil, and the duck egg white is also moderately salty.

When eating porridge, cut the hard-boiled salted duck eggs into two pieces with their shells attached, and serve them with cucumber strips and honey-glazed dried tofu as side dishes. Not to mention how delicious it is.

Not only Luo Baobao and Dazhi love to eat it, Yang Ruoqing herself also likes it very much.

Here, Mrs. Sun did not sit down, but stood aside and watched Yang Ruoqing pickling salted duck eggs, with a happy smile on the woman's face.

"My Qing'er is really capable. She is a good hand at home and abroad." Mrs. Sun said sincerely.

Yang Ruoqing leaned over and put the duck eggs into the big jar with gentle hands. After hearing this, she threw a smile at Mrs. Sun.

"You are twenty years old, and your child is five years old. You have to learn to do these things no matter what," she said.

Just because the elders on both sides are still alive, you can't rely on them for everything.

Pickling pickles, pancakes, cutting clothes, picking up shoes...

In the food section, Yang Ruoqing admitted that she learned quickly, but the needlework section was a bit full.

But she kept doing it, always learning, and never gave up.

Because the elders will grow old and leave one day. It is impossible for them to help you pickle pickles, bake cakes, and shoes for a lifetime.

You will eventually grow up, just like the bird, and you will pass on these skills to your children.

This is how humans are, like a baton, passed down from generation to generation, dominating the land and multiplying.

While I was chatting with Mr. Sun, I finished packing all the duck eggs.

Other beans, cucumber strips, leeks, etc. are all pickled.

Looking at the rows of neatly arranged jars and jars, Yang Ruoqing clapped her hands, and a feeling of fulfillment filled her heart.

This kind of happiness and satisfaction is no weaker than earning money in vain. Because this is done by yourself, what you experience is the process, it’s cool!

"Qing'er, your grandparents are coming to live with us tomorrow. Your father discussed with me and said that he wanted to kill the duck in the backyard so that he could entertain your grandparents tomorrow." Mrs. Sun told Yang Ruoqing again.

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Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, and after counting the days, it was indeed the third wife's turn to support the old couple.

Here, Mrs. Sun continued: "Tomorrow, you and Tang Yazi remember to bring the children over for lunch."

Because Luo Fengtang came back and happened to be busy with farming, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian also ate at Yang Ruoqing's place these days.

While eating at night, Blacksmith Luo sighed from time to time, looking very worried.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other, and Yang Ruoqing asked Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Is this dish not to your liking?"

Blacksmith Luo quickly waved his hand, "No, no, I can eat it if I have a bowl of rice bran and swallow vegetables. I don't have to choose those. Besides, we don't have to choose this dish. It's very good!"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the dishes on the table in front of her.

Although it was night, I had been doing strenuous work during the day, and I definitely had to cook food at night, so I wouldn't be able to eat enough porridge.

There was a big bowl of white rice, spicy twice-cooked pork, pork elbows with soy sauce, stir-fried shrimps with eggs, stir-fried beans with eggplant, and a bowl of dried leeks cooked in soy sauce.

You really can’t choose this dish, it’s better than the New Year’s Eve dinner that other people in the village serve.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you? I think you seem to have something on your mind." Luo Fengtang also spoke up.

Blacksmith Luo shook his head and remained silent.

Wang Cuilian was anxious and said to Blacksmith Luo: "Just tell me what's on your mind. Don't you see the children are anxious?"

Blacksmith Luo then put down his chopsticks and looked at Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

"This week Zhou Wang came here to collect herbs and bought a pair of medicines from Uncle Fu."

"I asked him which illness he had, but he hesitated at first. Then I pressed him and found out that his mother had broken her leg," Blacksmith Luo said.

Zhou Wang and Xiaohuan are now helping Yang Ruoqing.

Zhou Wang followed the herb collection team up the mountain to collect herbs, and he was able to do so until the end of September in the lunar calendar.

Xiaohuan and Ping'er worked together at the restaurant to do embroidery work. The couple's life has improved over the past year.

"My aunt broke her leg?" Luo Fengtang also put down his chopsticks.
Chapter completed!