The days have finally returned to calm, calm and fulfilling, busy and practical.

Farmers have ushered in a good time of year for farming, and Yang Ruoqing's business is also operating step by step.

In the past two years, she has not opened up business in new areas. Most of her energy has been focused on the original restaurant business, perfume business, as well as medicinal materials and mountain products.

Many friends in the business field have tried to woo her and want to partner with her in other businesses, such as fur, aquatic products, etc.

But Yang Ruoqing declined.

A person's time and energy are limited, and starting a business is to support his family.

Later, I expanded my business scale and tried other fields besides restaurants. I wanted to make a fortune and live a good life after having enough food and clothing.

Later, we made perfumes, developed mountain products, and medicinal materials...

I don’t want to put all my eggs in the same basket. Even if I lose money in one area, there are still other places to make money.

A chopstick is easy to break, but a pair of chopsticks is not so easy.

But now, the perfume has been paid as tribute to the emperor, and the business has almost reached this level. Just hold on, and don't want to make yourself so tired.

Enjoy life and have enough money to spend in a lifetime.

Tang Yazi was a general who held military power and had a place in the court.

Da'an is the number one scholar and his future is limitless.

With the support of the Second Prince and the Grand Scholar, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang had a life-saving grace from Emperor Qi. Emperor Qi had promised Yang Ruoqing a wish, but Yang Ruoqing had never used this opportunity.

So for this reason, enjoying her life and spending time with her family, business is like a big ship. She can just steer the ship appropriately and control the direction, and leave the rest to her subordinates.

"Qing'er, what are you doing?"

When Yang Ruolan passed by the door of the house carrying a basin of clothes, she saw Yang Ruoqing in Ping'er and Huahua's house.

Yang Ruoqing turned around, holding a feather duster in her hand.

"Is it Sister Lan'er? I'm cleaning this house. I received a letter from Ping'er yesterday. She and Huahua have already set off and are on their way back now." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Really? The two of them are finally coming back? That's really great!" Yang Ruolan said with a look of surprise.

"Counting the days, it's been almost half a year since the two of them left for Yuncheng, right?" she asked again.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and said: "I went there during the twelfth lunar month last year. It's already April now, and I've finished the Qingming Festival. It's almost five months. It's really half a year!"

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Cloud City.

The carriage drove smoothly through the bustling streets.

The shouts of vendors outside the carriage continued one after another, just as lively as before.

However, for Ping'er, this is a return to the old place, where things and people have changed.

Especially when I thought about the time I passed by the former Yang Mansion in Yuncheng and saw the house that had already changed its appearance and surname, I felt a deep sense of sadness in my heart.

"Aunt Ping'er, I'm hungry..."

Next to him, Huahua's weak voice came.

Ping'er came back to her senses and hugged Huahua next to her, "Huahua, am I hungry? Aunt Ping'er will find you a place to get something to eat. What do I, Huahua, want to eat?"

Huahua thought for a moment and said, "I want to eat wonton noodles."

"Okay, let's eat wonton noodles."

Ping'er said to the coachman driving ahead, and stopped in front of a shop specializing in wonton soup noodles.

The two women found a table in the shop and ordered Huahua a bowl of wonton noodles.

Ping'er didn't eat herself. She sat on the edge and watched Huahua eating noodles with a smile. From time to time, she raised her hand to wipe the soup stains from the corners of her mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Ping'er asked.

Huahua nodded and devoured the food.

Ping'er smiled, "Eat slowly, don't burn it."

Huahua kept eating and didn't bother to reply.

Ping'er secretly felt distressed in her heart.

The two of them had been away for five months this time. The first two months were spent living with Mrs. Zhou, Huahua's mother-in-law, at the home of an old couple in a seaside fishing village.

Later, Mrs. Zhou remarried, and Huahua wanted to be with her own mother, but Mr. Zhou was reluctant to let go of Huahua.

However, the man over there refused to allow Zhou to take Huahua there, saying that Huahua was a drag.

Zhou had no choice but to beg Ping'er to take Huahua to live with the old couple first, so that after remarrying, Zhou could return to the fishing village to visit Huahua once every ten and a half days.

So for the past three months, the two of them have been living in the fishing village, helping the old fishermen and their couples with work, sewing and mending fishing nets, weaving and so on...

Ten days ago, the man Zhou remarried was going to the west to do business, and Zhou also had to go there with him, and there was no telling when he would come back.

Ping'er discussed with the Zhou family and planned to take Huahua back to Changping Village.

Since it is inconvenient for Zhou to raise Huahua, and Ping'er continues to raise her, we can't let Huahua become an abandoned child, right?

"Hua, we'll hit the road after you finish eating the wonton noodles. If we don't delay on the way, we can reach Changping Village in ten days." Ping'er continued.

Huahua nodded while eating.

When she was a child, Huahua was very lively and active, with a very flamboyant personality. She was a typical spoiled young lady from a wealthy family.

The changes in family circumstances and the abandonment of his parents in the past few years have caused many changes in this child's personality.

Nowadays I don’t like to talk much anymore and I am cautious at all times.

"Auntie has already written to Baobao's mother. Baobao's mother said that Baobao, Xiuxiu, Mianmian, and the three girls Xiangxiang and the others will all go to school after the Chinese New Year."

Hearing this, Huahua's eyes filled with envy and yearning.

Ping'er continued: "They often ask us when Huahua will go back, and there is a place for you in the school!"

"Really?" Huahua asked excitedly.

Ping'er smiled and nodded, "How could Auntie lie to you? Your schoolbag and other things were prepared when you were in the fishing village. When you go back, you can carry your schoolbag and go to school."

"Is there a schoolbag? I want a schoolbag made of floral cloth." Huahua said even more excitedly.

Ping'er smiled lovingly again, "Of course, I'm sure Huahua likes it. You'll know when we get back."

"That's great, Auntie, I'm full, let's go back now!"

Huahua said, she put down her chopsticks, stood up and came to Ping'er's side. She took Ping'er's hand and was about to leave, when she saw the outside of the shop out of the corner of her eye, Huahua was surprised.

"What are you looking at?" Ping'er asked.

Huahua raised her chin toward that side and said, "There is a little brother over there. He looks so pitiful."

Following Huahua's gaze, Ping'er also looked over.

A little boy of about six or seven years old stood in front of the steamer of steamed buns at the door of the shop. The boy was wearing very ordinary clothes, and he was also patched.

The shoes he wore on his feet still had holes in them, exposing his toes.
Chapter completed!