To be honest, Xiaohuan was really confused.

She twisted the corners of her clothes, frowning and loosening her brows, loosening and frowning again.

"Well, I listen to Brother Zhou Wang, just do whatever he says!" Xiaohuan said.

There was obviously a trace of disappointment in Luo Da'e's expectant eyes.

Blacksmith Luo and Zhou Wang also have some...

Xiao Huan turned his head away, bit his lip, and said nothing.

Upon seeing this, Yang Ruoqing came over, held Xiaohuan's shoulders and said to everyone: "Auntie Da'e, don't feel disappointed. There are some things that you just do when you do them."

"Just like that finger, if you cut it, even if the flesh grows back, there will always be a faint scar left."

"What's more, what you did to Xiaohuan before was not just a cut on her finger, but a baby and a life taken out of her belly!"

"We are all mothers. If you can risk your life for Zhou Xia, you must understand Xiao Huan's mood."

Speaking of this, Yang Ruoqing glanced at Xiaohuan, whose eyes were already red.

"Some things are clear to those who are in the eyes of the authorities. In my opinion, if Xiaohuan can do this and re-accept you, she is really a good and virtuous wife."

"If I were someone else's daughter-in-law, she would have taken advantage of your illness to kill you a long time ago. She even stewed chicken soup for you and brought it over. Just be satisfied!" Yang Ruoqing said.

These words are spoken from the bottom of my heart, and they are all true words.

Blacksmith Luo and Zhou Wang both nodded, and their previous unhappiness with Xiao Huan disappeared.

Instead it was filled with distress and admiration.

Luo Daye, on the other hand, was so ashamed that she started crying.

"Xiao Huan, it's your mother-in-law's fault. My daughter, you have been wronged. My mother-in-law needs to apologize to you..."

Luo Daye cried and struggled to get down to the ground to kneel and kowtow to Xiaohuan.

Xiaohuan was so frightened that she rushed over to help Luo Daye: "Mother-in-law, you are an elder. If you kowtow to me, aren't you going to take away my blessing?"

"As long as you really change your ways in the future and live a good life with us, we... we will still be a family!"

Xiaohuan's words shocked Luo Da'e's heart hard.

She stared blankly at Xiao Huan, and then at the grandson who was holding the corner of Xiao Huan's clothes and looking at her timidly.

Luo Da'e's heart suddenly opened up.

"Thank you for not despising me and asking me to live with you."

"The rest of my life will be used to forgive my sins. I will definitely stay with you until the day I die of old age..."

On the carriage ride back from Zhoujiacun, Blacksmith Luo was in a good mood. He sat in the carriage and sang a few tunes from time to time.

They are all ditties from this area, sung by women when they are picking tea in the mountains.

The men and women sang to each other across the tea mountain. You sang a line and I sang a line, amusing themselves.

This tune is very melodious and nice to listen to, and it incorporates the local accent into it.

The tune is 80% similar to the Huangmei Opera that Yang Ruoqing heard in her previous life.

"Tangyaozi, listen, your uncle's singing voice is really good!"

Yang Ruoqing, who was sitting in the front row of the carriage, couldn't help but lightly touched Luo Fengtang's arm with her elbow and whispered.

Luo Fengtang turned his head and glanced at the car behind him, then looked away and raised the corners of his lips in a smile.

"It's been a long time since I heard my uncle sing, so he's in a good mood," he said.

Yang Ruoqing cooed, "That's necessary. Now the old brother and sister have turned their hostility into friendship, and Aunt Da'e has officially stated that she will change her mind and start a new life. Uncle is in a happy mood, and the stone in his heart is relieved."

Luo Fengtang nodded, "Yes, I hope my aunt can be consistent in her words and deeds, and don't let my uncle and Brother Zhou Wang down again."

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, "What? Listening to this voice, you seem to still have doubts about your aunt?"

Luo Fengtang smiled bitterly, "Because she had such bad deeds in the past, it was not easy for me to let down my guard for a while."

"However, Lu Yao knows that horse power can only be judged by people's hearts over time. Time will prove everything." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded again: "That's right, let's keep it in reserve and wait and see the effects!"

"Yeah!" he said.

There was still singing in the carriage.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced, and then said to Luo Fengtang: "Tonight I will cook and make some delicious dishes. How many drinks will you have with our uncle tonight?"

Luo Fengtang said: "Daughter-in-law, are you allowing me to drink for the second time today? Aren't you afraid that I will get drunk?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Let's make an exception today!"

Luo Fengtang leaned close to her ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I'm drunk, I'm afraid I'm going to do something bad..."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at him and saw something in his eyes that made her blush and heartbeat.

"You are not serious, uncle is still here, what are you talking about?" She also lowered her voice, said something in anger, and raised her hand to gently twist his arm.

Luo Fengtang chuckled, grinning from ear to ear with joy.

"Okay, then I won't talk nonsense. I'll just do it when I'm drunk at night. Let's get started!"

He said happily, flicking his riding whip, and the horse raised its hooves, swung its tail, and galloped forward at a more cheerful pace...

When the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms in the yard and the cool autumn breeze blows into the house, the annual Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching.

"Your uncle said that this year's Mid-Autumn Festival, it's rare that everyone is here and everything is complete, so we need to organize it well."

In the morning, when Wang Cuilian brought over the cut peppers, eggplants, beans and luffa strips to Yang Ruoqing, she said to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and took the vegetables from Wang Cuilian's basket, and said with a smile: "Uncle must have noticed that Tang Yazi hasn't celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival at home for two years, so he wants to organize a good Mid-Autumn Festival this year."

Wang Cuilian said with a smile: "As long as we understand, by the way, the Zhou family will probably come over in the next two days."

Yang Ruoqing said: "It should be."

Mid-Autumn Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, and New Year's Day are three important festivals. According to the custom in this area, a married girl has to go back to her parents' home.

Buy some gifts and food for your parents and elders, get together and talk to each other.

During these three festivals in the past few years, Zhou Wang and Xiao Huan would come to Lao Luo's house to visit Blacksmith Luo.

This year is certainly no exception.

"Auntie, you don't have to worry about this. Someone from the Zhou family is here, I'll just come and receive them."

"When it's time to eat, you can just come over." Yang Ruoqing said.

Wang Cuilian said: "Your uncle and I are very pleased that you have such a heart."

"Your uncle said that we should be the host this year. Your uncle and I can still run and jump now, but in the future when we are older, we will not be so thoughtful in doing things."
Chapter completed!