"Lao Wu recognized Dabao as his godson, and the child's surname was also changed to Yang. He will be the grandson of our Lao Yang family. You can't say anything else!" he said.

Yang Huazhong also frowned and said: "Mom, my father is right, this child Dabao and Dazhi are the same, they are both children of our old Yang family, they both hurt!"

Yang Ruoqing also said: "That's right, when you enter the door of our old Yang family, you are destined to be with us, and we will love you as your own child. You can't say that kind of thing. Fortunately, Uncle Wu and the others are not here."

, otherwise you will be sad.”

Tan curled his lips, probably realizing that what he said was indeed something...

Then he turned away and said nothing.

The carriage was ready. Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongjin drove the carriage, while Luo Fengtang took out his horse king. The three of them set off to meet Yang Huazhou and the others halfway.

At home, Yang Ruoqing and Cao Bamei helped Sun clean up the dishes and returned to the front yard to chat with Lao Yangtou and Tan.

Mrs. Tan was sitting there eating melon seeds, while Lao Yangtou was squatting on the steps at the door of the hall, smoking, his eyes looking at the open courtyard door and the road outside the courtyard door.

"Sir, the sun is going down and the wind is blowing outside. Come back and sit in the house." Yang Ruoqing appeared next to Old Yangtou.

Old Yang turned his head and glanced at Yang Ruoqing, "Qing'er, my right eyelid is twitching all the time. Could it be that something bad is about to happen?"

A jump in the left eye will lead to wealth and disaster in the right eye. People in the Mianniu Mountain area say so. I don’t know where this saying comes from.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips when she heard this, "Probably not, sir, don't think too much about it."

Lao Yang nodded, "I wish I was overthinking it."

"Master, it's a bit cold outside, I'll help you back to the house." Yang Ruoqing stretched out her hand towards Old Yang.

Old Yangtou smiled and waved his hand, "Hey, your father and I are already sixty-four, but I'm not old enough to support me when I walk. Haha, I'll walk by myself. You can go and do whatever you need to do!"

"

…

I went back to the yard next door and took a look at the two children. Tuoba Xian was soaking their feet. The two little guys were sitting there dozing off facing each other.

"Hey, why are you all so sleepy?" Yang Ruoqing was amused when she came in and took a look.

Tuoba Xian said: "Both of them got up early this morning. They have been playing at their mother-in-law's house during the day and didn't sleep at noon. It's normal to feel sleepy now."

"If they are sleepy, let them wash their feet and go to bed early." Yang Ruoqing said.

Tuoba Xian said: "But they both haven't had dinner yet. Will they wake up hungry at night..."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Both of us have eaten enough at noon, so it shouldn't happen. Even if we really wake up hungry, we can just get them something to eat by then."

Tuoba Xian said: "Okay, Feng Tang went to pick up your fifth uncle and the others, but they haven't come back yet?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Yes, I don't know where it was taken."

Tuoba Xian glanced at the two children and said, "Then let them sleep in my room tonight."

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and nodded: "That's fine. If I have my mother to help me take care of the two of them sleeping, I can go back to my mother's house next door to wait for the results."

Helping Tuoba Xian to dry the little feet of the two little guys, Tuoba Xian carried Dazhi to the bed, but here, Baby Luo deliberately stretched his little feet in front of Yang Ruoqing.

"Smell my stinky feet..." she said.

Baby Luo never gets tired of playing this game.

Yang Ruoqing held her little feet, brought them up to her nose, and sniffed them vigorously.

"Oh, why do they smell so good? These are smelly feet!" she said.

"Hee hee, it doesn't smell good, it's just stinky feet that made me run away!"

Luo Baobao smiled so hard that his eyes turned into two crescent moons, and asked Yang Ruoqing to sniff.

Yang Ruoqing sniffed again...

"Ah, it smells so bad, it's poisonous, I fainted!"

She deliberately rolled her eyes upwards and looked like she was about to faint.

Now, Baby Luo was happy, happy and proud, giggling so much that Dazhi, who had already taken off his clothes and lay on the bed, couldn't help but glance over here a few more times and laugh too.

"Brother Dazhi, have you seen it? I said my feet are the most powerful smelly weapons, they can make my mother faint!"

While Baby Luo was being carried to bed by Yang Ruoqing, he was still shouting loudly to Dazhi.

The two of them had been dozing face to face like chickens pecking at rice, but now they were all awake.

Seeing this, Tuoba Xian couldn't laugh or cry, with a look of helplessness and doting on her face.

"Qing'er, what should we do next?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "This moment of sobriety is just an illusion. I'm going to sleep soon. Mom, I'll take care of it."

Tuoba Xian said: "Okay, then I will go and pour the foot washing water and take a bath for myself."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw Luo Baobao stepping on the quilt with his fleshy little feet, hands on his hips, and twisting his butt in an exaggerated way.

Yang Ruoqing patted Luo Baobao's little buttocks, which was also fleshy, and said, "If you want to listen to a story, just lie down in bed quickly."

Baby Luo quickly slithered into bed and lay down obediently.

Dazhi was also lying there expectantly, his little eyes following Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing sat sideways on the bed, her voice softer.

"Are your eyes open when you listen to the story?" she asked.

The two little guys quickly closed their eyes, and one of them found a sleeping position that they thought was the most comfortable, and they raised their ears and waited.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "The first story I tell you tonight is called the Love Apple Tree..."

The first story told by Yang Ruoqing is a model among parent-child stories.

The outline of the story is about a little boy and an apple tree during his growing years.

The apple tree’s selfless devotion to the children…

The final educational significance is to warn children to understand their parents' dedication to themselves and to learn to be grateful and repay.

Little fairy tales teach them subtly and guide their outlook on life and the world.

Don’t underestimate the stories you hear when you are five or six years old, many of them will be remembered for a lifetime.

Therefore, many of the stories Yang Ruoqing tells at this stage are positive and full of light and wisdom.

The second story is a short story to help them sleep and have a colorful fairy dream.

"The name of the second story is called Little Fox Buying Gloves..."

"Deep in the forest, there lives a mother fox and her fox cubs. This winter, the north wind blew and the snowflakes drifted. It was so cold..."

When the story ended, the little fox fell asleep in the warm embrace of its mother fox.

The two little guys were also held in Yang Ruoqing's arms, falling into a sweet dream.

Seeing the two children sleeping so soundly, Yang Ruoqing felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

"Are you all asleep?" Tuoba Xian came back and asked in a low voice.
Chapter completed!