Mrs. Sun smiled: "Okay then, you finish the food at home first."

Then the woman turned to Yang Huaming who was on the other side of the charcoal brazier and said, "Fourth, you can bring back a handful of cabbage sprouts later."

Yang Huaming was so happy that he nodded repeatedly: "Okay, thank you third sister-in-law. In the twelfth lunar month when the door is closed due to heavy snow, if I stir-fry the leftover rice with cabbage sprouts and put some mustard seeds in it, I can eat two big bowls."

Mrs. Sun liked this kind of joy of giving and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing used to like to interfere more with her mother's 'bad taste', but now she has given up.

As long as Mom is happy, it's fine. This is her favor. As long as there are no big mistakes, that's fine.

Yang Huaming went home happily with the sprouts. Yang Huazhong couldn't wait any longer. He held an umbrella, changed into a pair of shoes, told Sun and Yang Ruoqing, and went to patrol the village.

On a snowy day, there is almost no one outside, but Yang Huazhong, an honest man, still feels uneasy and has to go out for a walk twice every day.

In the main room, Mrs. Sun and Yang Ruoqing were sitting in the fire barrel, drinking tea and chatting.

"What is the baby doing at home? Why doesn't he come over with you to visit?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing drank the familiar black tea made from old tea leaves at home and said, "She is pestering her father and listening to stories about leading soldiers to fight."

Sun narrowed her eyes, "Although this child is a girl, she doesn't care much about needlework. Instead, she likes things like dancing and dancing like a boy."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Like Tang Yazi."

Sun smiled and added: "It's good for girls to be like this. They won't be easily disadvantaged when they grow up in the future. Having said that, Tang Yazi also has a really good temper and loves children."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Mom, I originally planned to go to Xiangjia Village to see Duo'er and his wife, but it's snowing so hard that carriages and horses can't travel. It's hard for us to walk there. I'm thinking of waiting until the snow stops before going..."

Sun said: "You are the elder sister, and Duo'er is the younger sister. You and Tang Yazi have finally come back. According to etiquette, you should let your younger sister come over to see you first."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "My dear mother, what kind of etiquette is there in the relationship between Duo'er and I? Whoever is more convenient can go see whom first! Besides, I really want to see what my niece looks like.

."

Yang Ruoqing's words touched Sun's heart.

The woman caressed Yang Ruoqing's leg lovingly and patted her gently, "It's not in a hurry to go see Duo'er. You and Tang Yazi came back this time and entertained everyone, but there are two people you haven't gone to see yet."

"I know, one is my grandma, and the other is my father, right?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Sun nodded: "What are you planning?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "These matters of favors and relationships are all under my arrangement. Mom, I will go to my nursery two days later."

"As for my father's side, haha, I won't go."

After going home for three days, I heard from my fourth uncle, my parents, my aunt, my fifth aunt, my second sister-in-law and my third sister-in-law, Aunt Meier, and even my aunt Wang Cuilian...

What Yang Ruoqing heard the most was about Lao Yangtou and the Tan family, especially Lao Yangtou.

Old Yangtou's unlimited partiality and affection for his cousin Yongxian were also mixed with several sao operations of the two men, such as Old Yangtou's plan for Madam Zhang, and the failure of Yang Yongxian to give birth to a child in Changhuaizhou.

It’s like being a door-to-door son-in-law...

It was so offensive that it went beyond the scope of complaining and condemning. Yang Ruoqing didn't want to see the two grandsons, Old Yangtou and Yang Yongxian, and even saying a word to them would be considered dirty.

"With your father, wouldn't it be bad if you didn't show up at all?" Mrs. Sun asked again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled disapprovingly: "If I just got off the horse and went straight to my grandfather to say hello and give him a lot of gifts, wouldn't my grandfather be talking about my kindness and build a filial piety memorial for me?

"

Mrs. Sun was speechless when asked.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "Although I was not in the village this year in the capital, I was not able to personally experience those weird things that happened to me,"

"But even after hearing that from all of you, I can still imagine what the scene was like."

"It's a good thing that I'm not at home. If I were at home, I would probably be injured or sick with anger because of my short temper.

So, I don’t want to go see him, and he doesn’t care if he has me as his granddaughter, let alone my granddaughter who is married outside. Even if the real grandson of Da’an and Xiaoan comes back, he won’t pay attention to it, let alone care about it.

As long as I have brother Yongxian's filial piety, it will be fine."

When Mrs. Sun heard this, she felt it was reasonable, "It's okay if you don't go to see him. Then... do you want to send someone to send something over? Even a bag of food is fine. At least it won't be a problem if people in the village ask.

Say we are not at all..."

Yang Ruoqing was a little funny and interrupted Sun's words: "Mom, the father-son relationship between my father, my father, and my fourth uncle has almost been severed. When they come to my place, they are separated by a slap in the face."

"Even a pack of snacks brought back from the capital costs dozens of pennies. I would rather give the snacks to the stray dogs and cats outside to eat, at least so that they will not suffer from the cold weather.

If I can't find food and starve to death, I don't want to waste money on my father!"

Mrs. Sun murmured: "Where are the people in that village..."

"Mom? Don't always care about the opinions and opinions of the villagers. What does the villagers' opinions have to do with us? They are just a bunch of people who just watch the fun and don't take it too seriously. If they really want to see injustice like that, then why don't they deal with it?

Will my father take them home to raise them?"

After saying these words, Mr. Sun was completely speechless.

Mrs. Sun could only smile dryly: "Yes, my daughter, you are right. Your mother, I am incompetent. I have a soft ear and a thin skin. I can't bear to have others make irresponsible remarks."

"However, your words make sense. No matter what we do, we will still take care of your father's food and clothing expenses. The villagers all watch the fun with their eyes."

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curled up, and a cold light flashed across her eyes.

"Some villagers like to make irresponsible remarks. It's time to teach those talkative women a lesson."

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Mrs. Sun suddenly became nervous.

"Qing'er, what are you going to do? You can't do it. We are all fellow villagers. We have lived together for decades, so we can't fight..."

Seeing her mother's panic and cowardly look, Yang Ruoqing was really powerless.

The son is the number one scholar, serves as an errand in the Hanlin Academy, and is a highly regarded civil servant of the emperor.

The son-in-law is a general who protects the country, and the daughter is not bad either. She is as rich as the country.

As their wife, Mrs. Sun's condition is placed among the nobles in the capital. She is also an old lady from a newly wealthy family, and is destined to be favored and sought after by the noble ladies.

But in this village, she is still the same peasant woman as before, still trying hard to maintain good relations with her fellow villagers.

I am lucky!

"Mom, don't worry, I will use whatever method to treat any kind of people. I won't beat or kill them. That will make the truth known, and it will also be detrimental to Da'an and Tang Yazi. What I do will definitely make those women happy.
Chapter completed!