One day in July, Yang Ruoqing was picking cotton with Mrs. Sun in the fields, and Xiaoduo was also there. The three of them kept picking, and they couldn't stop when they saw the white cotton.

It was not until the sun set and it was almost dark, that it was time to go back, that the three of them finally climbed up to the ridge of the field to tidy up.

The so-called packing is actually putting the cotton that the three of them picked up this afternoon from the cotton pocket into the twine bag, then tying the mouth of the bag with a rope, and then using a pole to pass through the rope sleeve and carry it on the shoulders.

"Mom, let me choose!" Xiaoduo said.

Mrs. Sun said: "You are still a girl who has not yet left the court, so you can't wear calluses on your shoulders."

Xiaoduo said: "I'm strong, it'll be fine."

Yang Ruoqing came over from that side and said in a loud voice: "You two, old and young, get out of the way. I am the most suitable person of the right age. No one can try to compete with me!"

Naturally, neither Sun nor Xiaoduo agreed, but how could they be Yang Ruoqing's opponents?

"It's so heavy, Qing'er. The three of us have picked up a lot of cotton. Can't we go back and ask your father to pick it up?" Mrs. Sun held on to the pole and discussed.

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile: "Don't worry, mother, I can run horses on my shoulders, stand up on my fists, a mere load of cotton is nothing!"

After she finished speaking, she leaned over, put the stretcher on her shoulders, got up and left.

Not to mention, a load of cotton that has not yet been dried to remove moisture is really heavy, especially when walking on the rugged field ridge, which is so wobbly that it is really difficult to walk.

If you lose your center of gravity even slightly, you may fall over.

The field ridge was narrow, and Sun and Xiaoduo couldn't support them at all. Besides, there were other baskets and baskets that they had to carry, so they had to rely on Yang Ruoqing.

As she walked deeper and deeper, Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of the scene where she and Tang Yazi went to the town to sell tofu more than ten years ago.

I couldn't afford to buy a carriage at that time, and the Tuba road was muddy after it rained, making every step slippery.

At that time, he was picking a load of water tofu. The tofu was packed in wooden barrels. In order to preserve its freshness, he also soaked it in salted well water and carried it to the tile market in the town to sell it and send it to the restaurant in the town, back and forth.

So hard work, grinding the flesh on my shoulders until they bleed, just to earn those dozens of pennies...

A burst of heartache came over me, and this longing suddenly came up like a tide...

"Qinger!"

Ahead, a familiar call suddenly came from the dusk fields.

"Sister, it's brother-in-law!" Xiaoduo shouted in surprise.

Mrs. Sun also saw it and said, "It really is Tang Yazi!"

At this time, Yang Ruoqing also saw Luo Fengtang coming quickly.

The pole slipped from her shoulders, and she almost fell into the cotton field beside her. A pair of big hands held her waist to steady her.

"Qing'er, let me say hello to my mother-in-law first, and then I'll talk to you."

Luo Fengtang said, turned around and came to Sun, brushed off his robe, knelt down on one knee and kowtowed to Sun.

"My son-in-law wants to say hello to his mother-in-law. He is unable to fulfill his filial piety in front of his father-in-law and mother-in-law all the time due to military duties. I hope my mother-in-law will understand me," he said.

Mrs. Sun smiled and said: "Good son-in-law, what you are doing is a big thing. Your father-in-law and I both understand that the fields are dirty. Come on, get up!"

Mrs. Sun quickly leaned over and helped Luo Fengtang up.

Sun wanted to say a few more words to Luo Fengtang, but Xiaoduo gently tugged her sleeve.

"Mom, let's go back first. Let's cook dinner and help my brother-in-law wash away the dust." Xiaoduo said.

Mrs. Sun understood and responded quickly, "Qing'er, then you and Tang Yazi walk slowly. Don't be in a hurry. Xiaoduo and I will go back to cook first. We'll come over for dinner at night!"

Sun and Xiaoduo ran away as quickly as possible, deliberately leaving the young couple some space to be alone.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the backs of my mother and sister disappearing into the dusk, sighing at the speed of these two people. At this moment, Luo Fengtang stretched out his arms and couldn't wait to hug her into his arms.

"Oh, this is in the fields. The villagers will laugh at us if they see us."

Yang Ruoqing said, reaching out and gently pressing against his chest, trying to break free.

His chest was like an iron wall, and his arms made her unable to resist.

"Don't worry, Qing'er. I paid attention when I first came here. There is no one in the fields nearby. Everyone has finished work and gone home."

He said, he couldn't help but hold her in his arms again, pressing their bodies tightly together, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies.

Only in this way can it be real and practical.

Yang Ruoqing lay in his arms, her breath filled with his familiar masculine energy, of course, mixed with the smell of sweat.

"By the way, why are you back? You didn't send me a message before. Is there something wrong with your sudden return?" She raised her head and asked quickly.

Luo Fengtang said: "I went back to the military headquarters in Qing'an County to do some errands, so I came home to have a look."

In fact, there are small military offices in the military camp dedicated to running errands for these military affairs, but Luo Fengtang wanted to come back in person.

As for the reason, he didn't say it, but Yang Ruoqing also knew it.

He wanted to surprise her.

"Then how many days can you rest at home?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Luo Fengtang thought for a moment and said: "Today is the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, so it will be about ten days!"

Yang Ruoqing thought about it and said, "There are still about ten days until the Ghost Festival on July 15th. I just have to burn incense for my ancestors at home before returning to the military camp."

Luo Fengtang nodded, "Well, that's what I originally planned."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "General Luo, can you let go of your hands now and let's go home first?"

Luo Fengtang lowered his head and looked at his hand wrapped around Yang Ruoqing's waist, and said with a low smile: "Okay, let's go home and hug her."

He leaned over to pick up the pole on the ground, put the rope back in, and easily lifted the cotton to his shoulders.

She could still free up one hand to hold Yang Ruoqing's hand: "Let's go home!" After breakfast the next day, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang brought Baby Luo, and a family of three came to Lao Mu's house carrying gifts to visit their son.

Chuan Niang.

After a few brief greetings with Mrs. Zichuan, Mu Zichuan invited Luo Fengtang to the main room to drink tea and talk.

Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, accompanied Mrs. Zichuan in the room and talked about herself, while Baby Luo played by herself.

Mother Zichuan told Liu Doukou who brought in tea: "Doukou, hurry up and take out the snacks Chuan bought from the county town two days ago for the baby to eat."

Liu Doukou smiled happily and quickly brought the snacks and placed them on the table.

"Baby, this snack is delicious. It's bought in the county. Even the children in the village can't eat it. Try it."

Liu Doukou used her fingers painted with pink nail polish to hold a piece of snack and brought it to Baby Luo.

Luo Baobao opened a pair of bright and clear eyes and glanced at Liu Doukou: "Last time I was disobedient and greedily ate a few cakes that my uncle brought back from the capital. My tooth hurt, and my mother didn't let me eat more sweets.
Chapter completed!