Seeing this, Yang Huazhou sighed and said to Yang Huazhong: "My mother is indeed a bit harsh, but she is our mother after all."

"Third brother, let's just turn this over, right?"

Yang Huazhong said nothing.

Yang Huazhou didn't know what to say, so he stood for a while and planned to leave.

When he turned around, he happened to see Yang Ruoqing pushing the door open and coming in.

"Qing'er, take good care of Da'an. Uncle Wu will go there first."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

She came to Yang Huazhong's side.

"Dad, the medicine has been cooked. I'll feed my brother when he wakes up. There shouldn't be any big problems."

She said softly.

Yang Huazhong raised his head and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, are you scared today?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and then she thought about what he was asking.

She smiled and shook her head: "I'm not afraid of traveling all over the world with reason!"

"Besides, I know dad will definitely come to protect me!"

Yang Huazhong looked moved.

"Hao Qing'er, you are more promising than your parents, so you can stand up for your younger brother."

"You are Daddy's good daughter. From now on, whatever you do, as long as it's reasonable, Daddy will always stand by you!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded vigorously.

…

In the afternoon, Yang Huazhong took Yang Ruoqing and Xiaoan to burn incense paper near the Tutu Temple in front of the village.

As usual, Lao Yangtou and the others went to burn the graves on the mountain.

Yang Huazhong has bad legs and cannot climb mountains.

Even if I could climb a mountain, I would not go up the mountain together because of the unpleasantness of the morning.

The three people burned the incense paper, set off firecrackers, and poured out the offerings.

Then he returned home carrying the empty basket.

Along the way, I met people in the village and saw Yang Huazhong, who had been paralyzed for more than two months, stand up again.

Everyone was shocked.

After arriving home, Da'an had already woken up, and Mrs. Sun was giving medicine to him.

Yang Ruoqing came over and touched Daan's forehead.

Fortunately, there is no fever.

"Da'an, you drink the medicine and then go to sleep. When you wake up, I will make you fried kidneys to replenish your body."

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Daan nodded slightly, his face still pale.

Yang Ruoqing's heart ached when she saw it.

"Qing'er, I was just about to ask you, where did the pair of pork loin in the kitchen come from?" asked Sun.

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to expose Sister Xiaoyu.

His eyes flashed, "It was sent by Tang Yazi."

…

The annual Winter Solstice Festival is spent in such a state of excitement.

In the next few days, Tan rested in bed and stayed indoors.

Here in Da'an, Mrs. Sun was freed from a pile of embroidery work.

He decoctions Da'an every day and carefully takes care of his son.

Yang Ruoqing was not idle either. Before going to bed every night, she would put compresses on his ears and massage the acupuncture points near his ears.

Try your best to prevent your brother from having any sequelae.

In the past few days, Luo Fengtang also visited Daan several times.

In order to avoid boredom when Daan was recovering from his injuries, he made a slingshot for Daan and Xiaoan.

Five days later, Tan finally went to the ground.

I opened the door and looked in high spirits.

The dark clouds that had been hanging over Lao Yang's yard for the past few days were all swept away.

Because Wang Hong's family sold the big fat pig.

The matchmakers from both sides brought Wang Shuanzi to recognize the bride!

"I'm afraid your grandparents will seriously cut off all contact with us this time."

While cooking breakfast, Mrs. Sun talked to Yang Ruoqing.

"Wang Shuanzi came to recognize her, and your grandma called the wives from Wang and Lao Chen's family next door to come over and serve."

"Your father didn't even let your father sit over there."

When Sun said these words, Yang Ruoqing was squatting on the old pole chopping cabbage and preparing to feed the pigs and chickens.

Hearing this, she pursed her lips and smiled.

"Let's just stop it. Without them, we can still live our lives."

Mrs. Sun sighed: "I don't know if it was your father's idea or your fault? Your father still tried to persuade us to make peace last time."

"It doesn't matter if it's my father or my grandma, does it matter?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Mr. Tan plays the red face, Lao Yangtou plays the bad face, and one quilt cannot cover them both!

"My father, he says one thing and does another, and he is the best in the world." She curled her lips and said.

Sun shook her head.

My daughter is right, and my father-in-law is indeed true.

Many times in the past, when she had been wronged, her father-in-law always spoke beautifully.

It made her so full of grievances that she couldn't even get angry.

Looking back now, my father-in-law was not upholding justice, but showing favoritism.

"Mom has been thinking about these things these days."

Sun family said quietly.

"Mom has lived half her life, and her vision of many things is not as accurate as Qing'er's."

"Mom is useless. I can't protect you, and I can't protect Da'an and Xiao'an either."

"Da An got his ears slapped by your breast, and Xiao An got a nosebleed from your aunt. I didn't even dare to say a word..."

When Mrs. Sun said this, she lowered her head and wiped away tears.

Yang Ruoqing tried to persuade her, but her hands were full of vegetable foam.

"Mom, don't cry, crying is the most useless thing!"

she said.

"We've suffered so much, it's time for a cow to learn a lesson."

"As long as you and dad don't always be soft-hearted and unclear about right and wrong, the grievances my brothers and I have endured will not be in vain!"

Mrs. Sun nodded.

"Well, mother, listen to Qing'er..."

…

After feeding the pigs and picking up the eggs, Yang Ruoqing washed her hands.

"Mom, Tangyazi's house is going to be renovated tomorrow. I'll go over and help him pack his clothes, and I'll come back during lunch."

Mrs. Sun was holding a shovel and was about to shovel the pig pen.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, he smiled and nodded.

"I'll cook lunch at noon. You stay there for a while and help them tidy up."

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

…

When she reached the entrance of the alley, Yang Ruoqing took a look at the front door of Lao Yang's house.

Wang Shuanzi comes to recognize his relatives.

According to the custom in Changping Village, recognizing relatives is also called talking about relatives.

Accompanied by matchmakers from both sides, Wang Shuanzi came to Lao Yang's house with gifts such as fish, pastries, drinks, etc.

Lao Yang's family would invite the elders in the family and the respected elders in the village to their home.

I'm asking for everyone's opinions on this marriage.

This is what it means to be a son in private and a daughter in public.

Generally speaking, the elders in these tribes and the invited elders will not criticize them.

It's all just a formality, a meal and a drink.

Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze.

Head down and walk to the other side.

The farce caused by a bowl of dumplings five days ago.

Ultimately, it was because Yang Huamei was entangled with Tang Yazi.

She was so angry that she ran away.

Tan's heart was filled with anger and she couldn't find a place to vent her anger.

Just when Da'an was delivering dumplings, he hit the muzzle of the gun, and the war started...

It's good now, Yang Huamei is engaged.

I will never bother Tang Yazi again.

Yang Huamei gave up, Mrs. Tan felt relieved, Tangyazi felt relieved, and she herself was happy.

Thinking of this, the corners of Yang Ruoqing's mouth curled up in joy, and her steps became more brisk.

Suddenly a figure appeared in front of me.

It was so sudden that she almost bumped into him.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and stopped her feet in time.

Looking up, she was surprised.

Muzichuan?

Thinking of his marriage to Yang Ruolan, Yang Ruoqing chuckled.
Chapter completed!