The couple held their hands tightly together, and their two tortured hearts were tightly connected.

Over there, Yang Ruoqing, who was busy cleaning up the battlefield with a broom, also breathed a sigh of relief.

What happened today should teach your parents a good lesson, right?

That's good, it wouldn't be in vain for her to be smoked with urine.

After the house was cleaned up, Yang Ruoqing also went back to the house to take a bath and change her clothes.

When they returned to Yang Huazhong's house, the couple had calmed down.

I was sitting on the bed thinking about how to deal with the aftermath.

After all, Yang Hualin was beaten like that. According to his temper, he would not let it go.

Yang Ruoqing came over and said, "If one person does something, the other person takes responsibility. If he still dares to make trouble, I'll just stay with him until the end!"

Yang Huazhong said: "What stupid things are you saying? You are my daughter, and what you do is what your father and I did. Dad will handle it!"

Mrs. Sun sighed and said: "Hey, we are careful in our lives and are friendly to everyone. Why do we get into these things!"

Yang Ruoqing took over the conversation and said, "How about saying that a good person is bullied by others, and a good horse is ridiculed by others?"

"Last time on the mountainside, he tried to hit me but failed. This time I'm afraid he's just looking for trouble!"

Yang Huazhong snorted coldly and said: "Go back and put a pole next to the wheelchair. If he dares to bully others, I will knock him to death with the pole!"

Mrs. Sun's eyebrows jumped as she heard this.

"You two gentlemen, hey..."

Yang Ruoqing interrupted Sun's words: "Mom, let's not talk about this anymore. But how is your waist? Do you want to apply some medicinal wine?"

Mrs. Sun said: "My waist is feeling better. I'm afraid the medicinal wine has taken effect."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, then glanced at the red and swollen side of her mother's face: "Then I'll get some cold water to apply on your face!"

…

Facts have proved that Yang Ruoqing's view of life has always been correct.

If you seek peace through struggle, peace will exist.

If peace is sought through compromise, peace will perish.

In the next few days, Sun went in and out every day cautiously.

The slightest disturbance in the front yard is like a frightened bird.

However, several days passed in a row.

Neither Lao Yang's family nor Yang Hualin came to the backyard to stir up trouble.

Yang Huazhou came to visit Yang Huazhong and occasionally brought back some news about Yang Hualin.

They said the finger was bandaged and it was nothing serious.

It's just the injuries down there that still need to be treated.

Yang was dissatisfied with the lack of medicine in the village, so he hired a carriage and returned to the town with his family a few days ago.

Mrs. Sun breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Yang Ruoqing enjoyed these peaceful days and was very busy every day.

Making tofu, feeding pigs, doing housework, and learning to make clothes and shoes from Mr. Sun.

In addition to dried tofu, she also came up with tofu puffs, tofu rolls, and tofu skin...

She was an agent in her previous life, and she was really tired of the days of licking blood with a knife.

In this reincarnation, she just wants to return to her original nature and live this pastoral life with her relatives.

I sent him to town several times with Tang Yazi.

The money bag gradually became fuller.

Counting the two taels of silver left over from the last purchase of land, the family now has more than four taels of silver!

Following this pace, Yang Ruoqing thinks she will be able to save enough money to build a big, bright tile-roofed house by next spring!

The days pass quickly.

One month passed in the blink of an eye.

That day, the sky was overcast and the north wind was blowing.

Yang Ruoqing entered Yang Huazhong's house with boiled hot water.

In the room, Yang Huaan was leaning on the bed with a quilt covering his legs.

The man's legs are in the recovery period and should not be exposed to cold or cold.

Little An took off her shoes and played in the bed.

"Mom, the hot water is boiled. How are you doing here?"

Yang Ruoqing put the hot water aside and walked to the table.

Mrs. Sun is immersed in sewing clothes.

When he heard her ask, he said without raising his head: "Tang Yazi's cotton trousers only have a few stitches left on the edges. Once they are sewn, they are finished!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded, picked up a pair of socks inside the sewing dustpan, and started sewing too.

It's almost the winter solstice.

The temperature has dropped sharply in the past few days, and it seems like a prelude to snow.

Last time she went to town and brought several pieces of cloth home.

We also weighed a lot of cotton.

These days, whenever my mother has free time, she is busy cutting clothes.

I want to make cotton-padded clothes for my family to spend the winter before the first heavy snow this winter.

"Ah, my Qing'er learns things so quickly!"

Sun took the time to glance at the socks in Yang Ruoqing's hand and said with a smile.

"I just told you once about these socks, and they can be sewn so well!"

"Hehe." Yang Ruoqing smiled sheepishly.

These socks are her first work since she started working as a needlework girl!

"Sister, these socks of yours are so big, are they for dad or who else?" Da'an asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Guess."

Daan rolled his eyes: "Brother Fengtang's?"

"Yeah!" Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Sister, you are so partial, you didn't even make the first pair of socks for us!"

Daan pouted deliberately.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Da'an angrily: "What makes you familiar once is familiar again. This first pair is for training, so I'll send Tang Yazi away."

"When your sister and I become perfect at this craft, I will definitely make it for you."

"I don't believe you if you make excuses for being partial!" Da'an said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing glared at Da'an and scolded with a smile: "Go, go, play with you, and even sent your sister here, no matter how big or small!"

The room burst into laughter.

"Okay, Tang Yazi's set of clothes is finished."

Sun stood up and rubbed her sore arm.

The socks in Yang Ruoqing's hands were almost all messed up.

"Mom, I'll take care of it, you go over there and take a rest," she said.

"good."

Mrs. Sun sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed her hands, but her fingers were still cold.

Yang Huazhong took Sun's hand and stuffed it into the bed.

"There is nothing in the house without a heating bucket. Everyone is cold and has no place to hide," he said.

"Ms. Qing'er, why don't you ask Lao Wu to help get some wood tomorrow, and I'll make a heating bucket?" he asked.

Mr. Sun shook his head: "The warm bucket is good, but it takes a lot of time to make it!"

"You have to plan wood, get iron bars to hoop, and get wire mesh for your feet. It takes at least five or six days..."

"Your legs and feet are still not strong enough, so it won't be worth it if you turn around and freeze your legs!" said Sun.

Yang Huazhong was silent, looking at his legs and feeling a little anxious.

Over at the table, Yang Ruoqing listened to the conversation between her father and mother.

There was no electricity in ancient times.

There is no air conditioning or electric heater.

Every winter, every household closes its doors and windows and hides in the warm tub at home to spend the winter.

Yang Ruoqing has seen the warm bucket thing before.

There is one in Lao Yang's family.

Displayed in Yang Huamei's house.

It's about half a meter tall and about the same area as a large bathtub.

There is a board to sit on next to the warm barrel, and a brazier is placed at the bottom of the warm barrel.

The fire pit is usually filled with fuel such as wood chips, pine cones, and rice husks.

Then sprinkle a layer of stove bottom ash on top to block the smoke.

There is a four-cornered wooden frame on top of the brazier, with a grid of barbed wire strung in the middle.

When heating, people sit on stools with their feet stepping on the wire mesh.
Chapter completed!