In the ancestral hall, there were several braziers with bright fires. The three families who had lived there before were all sitting in a corner chatting. It was really lively.

They still had bowls and chopsticks in their hands, and they were shuffling and shoving food into their mouths.

The third boy from the Changrong family also held a leek cake in his hand and ate it with gusto.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Su Yunniang coming in, everyone understood immediately, so some enthusiastic people came over to help take the things, and some asked Su Fen about the damage at home.

Sufen explained the situation in general, she shed tears, and everyone else also sighed.

"There are vegetable porridge and leek cakes here. They were sent by Qing'er's wife earlier. Come and eat." Someone among them greeted.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the hanging pot on the fire and the chive cake placed on the lid of the hanging pot, and guessed that it was her mother's craftsmanship.

Not to mention, in such an atmosphere, this chive pancake is more delicious than ever before!

…

At night, Luo Fengtang changed into pajamas and went to bed after washing up. Yang Ruoqing was lying there, flipping through a booklet.

The pamphlet was given to me secretly by Da Sun in a mysterious manner, saying that it was written by Zhang Ban and could be sold for three melons and two dates.

Yang Ruoqing casually flipped through two pages and discovered that Zhang Ban was actually writing stories. They were short stories that were very small in length and covered various aspects. It was quite interesting to read a few of them before going to bed.

Seeing Luo Fengtang getting into bed, she quickly put the pamphlet aside, knelt down and called him: "Get down, get down, I'm exhausted from the rescue today, I'll loosen your bones."

Luo Fengtang smiled and shook his head: "I'm not tired..."

"Why aren't you tired? You haven't rested in the past few days. You are the main force of the rescue team. It makes me feel bad to see you." She raised her eyebrows, and she actually had a bit of Tan's demeanor back then.

Luo Fengtang smiled and nodded, "Daughter-in-law, just give me a few pinches. I'm thick-skinned and thick-skinned, so I don't care if your fingers get sore."

Yang Ruoqing curved her lips and smiled, and a pair of white and soft hands began to work on his back.

Luo Fengtang was squinting to enjoy it, but his fingers suddenly touched something, and he looked in front of him and saw that it was a pamphlet.

"That was written by Zhang Ban." Yang Ruoqing glanced at the booklet in his hand and said.

"Oh?" Luo Fengtang became interested, so he flipped through a few pages to read.

As I looked at it, I couldn't help but turn back to the first page and read it again.

Don't disturb others when they are reading. This is Yang Ruoqing's principle.

After Luo Fengtang finished reading the first short story called "Xiang'er Mountain", he closed the booklet and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect that Zhang Ban has such a talent. A person who usually keeps quiet, writes stories like this."

But it is full of joy, anger, sorrow, and human emotions.”

Yang Ruoqing smiled calmly, "Some people are not good at words, but give them a pen and they can express their emotions with words."

"And some people spit and talk eloquently, as if they are singing in an opera, but if you ask them to write a story, they will scratch their scalps and scratch their heads."

Luo Fengtang added: "And some people are not only good at eloquence, but also first-rate in writing stories. For example, my family Qing'er, the novel you wrote back then is still very popular in the capital!"

Yang Ruoqing felt guilty. It was a copy of Cao Xueqin's masterpiece, a strange book that has been circulated for thousands of years. How could it not be popular in the capital?
Chapter completed!