Changping Village. It was early in the morning, the sun had not risen yet, and it was very cool outside.

The men took advantage of the coolness to work in the fields. In the early morning, the pond was full of women washing their clothes.

Yang Ruoqing was also there, washing vegetables and clothes, busy in an orderly manner, greeting and talking to people next to her from time to time.

"sister."

A familiar voice sounded above her head, and Yang Ruoqing saw the three girls standing in front of them holding a wooden basin, standing tall and graceful, as pure and flawless as lotus flowers in the wind.

"Come on, let's wash together. I'll move back."

Yang Ruoqing moved her things and took two steps back. The three girls were slender and could squat down with a little space.

Unlike other women by the pond, one vagina occupies most of the country...

"Four uncle went to the Taoist temple?" Yang Ruoqing took the initiative to chat with the third girl.

"Well, I went. My mother also returned to town yesterday."

The third girl spoke softly and took out the clothes one by one from the basin.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes fell on her feet, "Is your foot injury completely healed? Will squatting for too long cause any problems?"

The third girl smiled: "It's okay, I've been cured long ago."

"Oh, all right."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, and the two sisters put their heads together and bathed.

"I gave the shoes to him with my own hands." Yang Ruoqing said suddenly.

"Yeah." The third girl responded, her voice as soft as a mosquito's moan.

She didn't ask anything else, but Yang Ruoqing knew she was waiting for something else.

I really wanted to write something to her, but unfortunately, Liu Xueyun, that boring gourd, didn't say anything.

But facing the three girls who were full of expectations and a little nervous, it was impossible for Yang Ruoqing to remain silent.

"He accepted the shoes and didn't say much else. He just said that he would go back to Changle County today, and he would be back in three to five days at least." Yang Ruoqing continued.

"Yeah, I got it." The third girl responded softly again, rubbing a pair of socks over and over again, without even applying soap.

Yang Ruoqing sighed softly in her heart. The third girl was disappointed and a little distracted, so she was so out of shape washing her socks...

Yang Ruoqing didn't know what to say. Lang Youqing's concubine intentionally pulled the red thread, and she would pull it accurately.

But when she encountered Liu Xueyun's boring temperament, she was in trouble. She couldn't hold a knife to his neck and ask him to express his stance immediately, right?

So, all we can do is wait.

Wait for him to pull himself out of the horns, wait for him to figure out what he wants.

There was silence, and neither sister said a word.

The other women nearby were chatting lively about the east and west families, or they were talking about men and children. There were also some shrewd mothers-in-law who were chatting with people about their own daughter-in-law being too lazy and greedy...

Beside the pond in the early morning, there are all kinds of living things, firewood, rice, oil and salt...

Finally, the two loud-voiced women next to him finished washing and left, and the third girl finally asked Yang Ruoqing softly: "Sister, is it hot for me to shave my head and pick a new one?"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at her and understood what she was referring to.

"Then what do you think?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

The third girl thought for a while and shook her head slightly, "I think... the human heart is made of flesh, not stone. If I am hot, sooner or later his heart will be warmed."
Chapter completed!