Changping Village, Yang Huazhong's home. Yang Ruoqing avoided the short section where Xiao An was depressed and autistic, and told Yang Huazhong and Sun about everything else.

"Father, Mom, you don't have to worry about Xiao An. He can handle it. He is still staying at He Qingsong's hometown to help appease the He family's parents."

"He asked me to send you a message to tell you what to do. Don't worry about him. He will come back to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with you."

Yang Ruoqing's words were like a huge hand, directly removing the big stone that was pressing on the hearts of Yang Huazhong and Sun.

The couple breathed a sigh of relief. Yang Huazhong suddenly talked about the money Xiao An had saved. He was very surprised and very pleased.

"That guy is so careless. I thought he didn't know how to save money, but I didn't expect that he actually saved one hundred and twenty taels of silver. Not bad!"

Ms. Sun also smiled, "This money is left in our village, and our parents don't have to pay for anything like marriage. It's promising."

Yang Huazhong nodded in agreement: "It is true that he has a future, but even if his son has a future and has saved money for his wedding, we must not lose a penny from our parents' pockets. This is the rule!"

Sun naturally supports Yang Huazhong's rule.

"However, according to Xiao An, most of the 120 taels of silver he saved will be used as subsidies to the He family." Mrs. Sun added.

Yang Huazhong thought for a moment and said, "This is also appropriate. After all, our Xiaoan's life was saved by He Qingsong. Life is priceless. Well done to my son for taking responsibility!"

Sun smiled bitterly, "Hey, it would be great if that kid He Qingsong could live!"

Yang Huazhong stood up, his waist and chest straightened, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit.

"A lot of things have been wasted in the past few days. I have to get busy quickly and collect more rice to go into the warehouse so that we, Xiao An, can save money for her wedding!"

"My dear mother, don't think about this thing anymore. Just do what you have to do!"

Mrs. Sun smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Yeah."

Yang Ruoqing also stood up and said to them: "Father, mother, I will help you dry the rice."

The front yard has limited floor space, and the Yang Huazhong family has 60 to 70 acres of rice fields, so there is no way to dry it in the front yard.

Yang Ruoqing suggested moving the rice to dry in the Luo family's yard next door.

"The front yard and the back yard are combined into one, so it should be able to be dried and spread out, and the road is close, making it easy to go back and forth."

Sun said: "The idea is a good one, but I still don't want it. There are so many dryings, and it's hard for you to walk. There's no room for the baby to practice kung fu."

Just as Yang Ruoqing was about to speak, Yang Huazhong on the side shouted: "Your mother is right, listen to your mother, I will call some long-term workers over later, and send all the remaining rice to the threshing floor to dry.

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"It's a long way and it's inconvenient to go back and forth." Yang Ruoqing wanted to persuade her again.

Yang Huazhong grinned: "It's nothing. I'll carry a cool bed over there and sleep there at night."

"Is this okay?"

"What's not good? When the threshing floor arrives at night, those who don't want to take the rice back home spend the night on the threshing floor! There are many people and it's lively!"

After Yang Huazhong finished speaking, he grabbed the straw hat next to him, covered his head with it, and strode out of the house.

When Mrs. Sun saw that Yang Ruoqing was still a little worried, she smiled and said, "Qing'er, just follow your father. He likes to be lively. There are people on the threshing floor at night, so it'll be fine."

In this case, Yang Ruoqing won't say anything anymore, as long as dad is happy.
Chapter completed!