Here, Yang Ruoqing, who was listening to the gossip, suddenly choked.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Did you choke on the melon seeds?" Xiao Yu asked nervously, and quickly handed over the tea.

Yang Ruoqing took a sip of tea and said to Xiao Yu, who was also listening to the gossip: "Xiao Yu, did I hear it wrong, or did the aunt hear the wrong news? This is one year away and six months pregnant.

The time...is not right?"

Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Yes, it is indeed a confusing account!"

Then, she said to Guihua and the woman who came to visit: "Mom, aunt, have you made a mistake? How can anyone still be six months pregnant after returning to her parents' home? After all, doesn't it mean that she has returned to her parents' home?

It took four months to get pregnant? Who is the father of the child?"

Osmanthus fragrans and the woman were also stunned at the same time.

Osmanthus looked at the woman in surprise: "Is the month wrong?"

The woman said: "No, that's what my sister said. My sister married in Lijia Village, and she and the Li family belong to the same family."

"The child is probably the ex-husband's," the woman continued.

Osmanthus forced out an awkward smile.

Here, Yang Ruoqing and Xiao Yu looked at each other and both snickered.

After she finished laughing, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but sigh in her heart that Li Xiuxin was really letting herself go more and more now.

Li Xiu, who was once a scholar's daughter, was dignified, quiet, and had a noble heart that was different from that of a country girl. She has long since become a shrew, jealous, inferior, and sensitive...

Nowadays, everything is broken, and she is pregnant with a child even though she is divorced. This is really ridiculous. She does not respect herself or her child.

"By the way, Qing'er, I heard that yesterday Li Xiu's heart fell into the river, and it was your Tangyazi who rescued her?" The woman who came to visit suddenly asked Yang Ruoqing.

Xiao Yu also looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes, it happened that Tang Yazi and I were on our way to pick up my daughter from school when we passed by the river and heard Mother Li calling for help."

The woman clicked her tongue and said, "When I met you, I really met a noble person. If there was no one by the river at that time, I would definitely drown."

Yang Ruoqing said: "She shouldn't have been killed, she just happened to meet her."

Last night, Tang Yazi told her that he suddenly plunged into the river and saw a group of figures rolling down from upstream.

No wonder no one could be seen struggling on the river. It turned out that Li Xiuxin rolled down along the bottom of the river with the current...

Soon, the youngest son of Xiaoyu's family cried in his cradle.

Guihua quickly got up and went to change her grandson's diaper.

After a while, she came to the main room with the still crying child in her arms, "Xiaoyu, I've changed the diaper, but I haven't slept since I put it in the cradle. Come and see what's going on?"

Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I'm probably hungry. This kid has a big appetite."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing stood up and said: "Xiaoyu, you feed the child first. I will come to play with you tomorrow. If you are free, you can also go to my house to play with the child."

Xiaoyu nodded: "Okay, I will definitely talk to you later. I still have a lot of things I haven't said to you."

Yang Ruoqing turned around to leave, but was suddenly pulled back by Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu took advantage of Osmanthus fragrans and the woman who came to visit before to go to the house to look after the children. Xiao Yu came close to Yang Ruoqing and carefully looked at the begonia flowers around her neck.

"Is this... Tangyazi's masterpiece?" Xiaoyu asked in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Well, he painted it."

Xiao Yu blinked and said in a low voice: "I'm talking about something covered by the Begonia Flower...is it also his masterpiece?"

Yang Ruoqing's face suddenly turned red.

Xiao Yu covered her mouth and laughed, but Yang Ruoqing pinched her arm.

"I told you to laugh at me." Yang Ruoqing said angrily.

Xiaoyu smiled even more happily.

"I really can't believe that Tang Yazi is so powerful!" she said.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes: "You little prodigal."

Xiao Yu was still smiling. At this moment, the sound of Osmanthus fragrans and the baby's cry were heard in the room again.

"Xiaoyu, why haven't you come to breastfeed yet? Hurry up!" Guihua felt sorry for her hungry grandson and urged her again.

Yang Ruoqing also said: "Cow, go and feed the baby quickly. Don't starve the child. I'll leave first."

Xiaoyu nodded: "I'll go find you later and ask you how to draw begonia flowers."

Yang Ruoqing has black lines all over her head.

…

At Yang Huazhong's house, Xiaohua takes care of Feng'er and does some housework, feeding the chickens and so on.

No one else is there.

"Where have parents, Xiaoduo and the others gone?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Xiao Hua said: "Dad went to the drying ground at the south end of the village to thresh wheat. Xiao Duo went to bring him tea. Mom went to pick vegetables in the vegetable garden."

"Oh." Yang Ruoqing responded, came to Feng'er, and teased him.

One-and-a-half-year-old Feng'er took off his heavy cotton clothes and pants and put on thin clothes. It was really a lot of work for him to walk.

"What are Feng'er playing? Tell your aunt." Yang Ruoqing squatted beside him and asked with a smile.

Feng'er held a small branch in his hand and pointed at a few ants on the ground: "The ants are fighting..."

Xiaohua poked her head towards this side and said with a smile: "I have been squatting here and watching for half an hour. I asked him to go play something else and ignored me."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and looked at the little guy.

He was wearing the crotchless crotchless trousers commonly worn by children of villagers, with his small sleeves rolled up, revealing two small, white and tender arms like lotus roots.

With his head buried, he pulled the ground with the twigs in his hands, drawing a boundary between the Chu River and Han Dynasty among these ants, like God, controlling the fate of these ants from high in the sky.

But he himself had no idea that he was just a little kid of one and a half years old, squatting on the ground wearing crotchless pants, and the little bird was completely exposed to the air...

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but want to laugh, so she patted Feng'er's head gently and stood up.

"The game was so exciting that he ignored me. I'd better not disturb him anymore." Yang Ruoqing told Xiaohua.

Xiaohua laughed and handed a bowl of freshly poured tea to Yang Ruoqing: "Sister, sit down for a while and have a sip of tea."

"Okay." Yang Ruoqing took the tea and sat on a small stool by the door of the main room.

This place is ventilated and breathable, and you can keep an eye on Feng'er. It's a treasured place for Feng Shui!

Xiaohua also brought a bowl of tea and stood next to Yang Ruoqing and looked at Feng'er together.

"Sister, the whole village knows that my former sister-in-law Li Xiuxin committed suicide. Do you think my cousin knows about it?" Xiaohua suddenly asked.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Xiaohua and said, "My eldest cousin has been living in the school. Unless something happens at home, he doesn't go down to the village. I guess... I don't know."

Xiaohua nodded.
Chapter completed!