"Oh? What is it? Third brother, tell me quickly." Yang Huaming asked Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong thought about it carefully and said: "I remember very clearly the day Brother Luo went up the mountain. The coffin had just arrived at the willow forest behind the village, and suddenly dark clouds came on the originally sunny day."

"Then came the violent wind and rain, which came from the other side of the mountain and slapped the head of the coffin directly."

"At that time, someone who was carrying the coffin said that if the rain hits the head of the coffin, the princes will be born from generation to generation."

"At that time, I was still thinking that with the conditions of the Luo family, Brother Luo would not be able to marry, and his only descendant would be Tang Yazi,"

"Tangyazi can't even eat enough, let alone study. Where did these princes come from?"

"But looking at the situation now, we Tangyazi can protect him. The saying about the rain hitting the coffin head seems to have come true." Yang Huazhong said.

Everyone else nodded in agreement. In everyone's opinion, Luo Fengtang's future seemed brighter than that of Da'an, the number one scholar.

As Luo Fengtang's wife, Yang Ruoqing sat in the crowd with her back straight and proud.

Tang Yazi joined the army at the age of seventeen. He started as a common soldier and has been serving for more than eight years now.

Every time he advanced, he paid for it with his own life and blood. Every time he rushed to the battlefield, it was a fight for his life.

Being able to go from being an unknown soldier to becoming a trusted general around Emperor Qi today, while enjoying an honor that others cannot hope for, he also endured dangers that ordinary people could not imagine.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other.

…

When making "Qiqi" for Mrs. Sun, both the eldest Sun family and the Sun family went to Sunjiagou.

Because the weather wasn't very hot anymore, Yang Ruoqing simply brought Luo Baobao and Dazhi with her, but neither Dajie nor Huang Mao could go.

Dajie went to Changhuaizhou to attend the Autumn Festival. Huangmao was more than seven months pregnant and was really not suitable for trekking over the mountains.

Everyone did not criticize Dajie harshly. They only hoped that Dajie would pass the autumn examination and use his fame to comfort Mrs. Sun's spirit in heaven.

Sunjiagou, Cui'er's house.

Cui'er's mother closed the door, first hugged Cui'er and cried.

"I have never been separated from you since I was born. We have been apart for forty days now. My mother is counting the days on her fingers at home every day. You are really looking forward to having you back, woo woo woo..."

Cui'er's mother hugged Cui'er and cried.

Cui'er also had tears rolling down her cheeks. She took out a white handkerchief embroidered with silk flowers and wiped her mother's tears gently while offering her kind words and comfort.

"Mom, I miss you too. I dreamed about you several times at night. I was worried that you and dad would be lonely at home and wouldn't have enough to eat or warm clothes..."

Beside, Cui'er's father stood watching with a simple smile.

After hearing the conversation between the two mothers, Cui'er's father said: "Don't worry, your mother and I have food and clothing. After you left last time, your aunt and uncle sent people to send rice and food within a few days."

We will prepare some vegetables and some medicinal materials for you. Life at home is not bad now, so don’t worry. Just listen to your aunt and uncle in Changping Village and help them with the housework."

Hearing this, Cui'er nodded.

When Cui'er's father saw Cui'er's mother still crying, he couldn't help scolding her: "When my daughter didn't come back, you were looking forward to the stars and the moon, and you had to tell your daughter what you had been holding back."

"My daughter is back now, so you are just here to cry. My daughter will leave for Changping Village early tomorrow morning. You have nothing to say by then. You should cry less now. Let's talk to each other."

Conversation is what matters.”

Cui'er's mother quickly put away her tears, pulled Cui'er to sit down, and brightened the soybean oil lamp next to her a little more, and then pulled Cui'er to look up and down.

"Well, it looks like her face is a little rounder and her complexion is pretty good. The clothes she's wearing..."

"Sister Qing'er made these clothes for me. The first autumn wind just blew, so sister Qing'er made two sets of autumn clothes for everyone in the family, one to wash and one to change, as well as two sets of contract clothes."

"There is also this handkerchief, which was also given by sister Qing'er. It was given on the Mid-Autumn Festival in August. Xiaohua Xiaoduo and Xiaojie Huangmao each have one, and I also have it."

After hearing what Tweetie said, Tweetie's mother immersed herself in looking at Tweetie's clothes carefully, then took the handkerchief and looked at it carefully.

"Tsk tsk, this Qing'er is so generous in what she does. The materials used for these clothes and handkerchiefs are good as soon as you touch them. They are not comparable to the coarse old cloths woven on our own spinning machines."

"And the embroidery work on the azaleas on this handkerchief looks like it was made by a skilled embroiderer."

"The lives of people outside the mountains are good, but they can't be compared to those in the mountains." Mother Cui'er sighed.

Cui'er pursed her lips and smiled, correcting the woman: "Mom, you are totally wrong. I think outside the mountains, life is not good for everyone."

"Especially during major famines, I see many families selling their children and daughters. In order to exchange for a bucket and a half liters of rice, they do countless ridiculous things, and even have their families broken up and their wives separated."

"The conditions of Sister Qing'er's home are among the best in the eight villages in ten miles and one in a hundred. Because Sister Qing'er is doing business, there are restaurants in the town, county and Qing'an County."

Mother Cui'er nodded repeatedly, "Then our family is really lucky. This family has a good relationship. You should cherish the blessing and follow your sister Qing'er well to please her. I hope she will find a good husband for you in the future.

Then my parents will feel relieved."

Cui'er's face turned red when she mentioned her husband's family.

"Mom, I'm only fourteen years old. If you ask me to learn more skills from Sister Qing'er, that's enough. It's still early to talk about that..."

Mother Cui Er was startled for a moment, then she changed her words and said: "Yes, yes, yes, learn more skills."

Don't worry about the rest, when the time comes, things will fall into place.

Mother Cui'er seems to have seen the near future, where her daughter will marry a good family outside the mountains, and then she and her husband will send their father-in-law back to the west, and they will be able to pack up their things and move to the mountains to live in peace and happiness with them for a few years.

"By the way, Cui'er, have you met Da'an and your brother-in-law during the more than a month you have been outside the mountain?"

Cui'er shook her head, "They have been busy outside and haven't come back."

Cui'er's mother said: "I have never met Qing'er's husband. Your father went to Changping Village twice, and he happened to not be at home each time."

"However, I heard that he is a general. He must be very majestic when he leads troops to fight."

"When he comes back, you have to be careful. There is a saying that when a scholar encounters a soldier, he can't explain it. He is probably a very fierce barbarian. Don't get into trouble."

Cui Er nodded seriously.

Cui'er's mother continued: "Your father has met your cousin Da'an. He is a scholar, polite, and I heard he is easy to get along with. He is kind to the elders. Dad Cui'er, is that right?"
Chapter completed!