"And my aunt is only in her thirties, and thirty years later she will be in her sixties, which is a few years younger than you are now."

"If my aunt follows you and lives a hundred years, who will protect her in the next thirty years?"

"Besides, you may not be able to live to be a hundred years old. If you remarry my aunt, you will be considered great if you can support her for more than ten years. The rest of your life will be long. How do you want her to deal with it then?"

This account made Tan's whole face darken.

Yang Huamei wanted to speak out and once again emphasized that it was impossible for her to remarry, but Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to stop her.

Yang Huamei could only stand there honestly, her head hanging down as she listened to Yang Ruoqing's argument with Tan.

"...Mistress, after all this calculation, it will be a loss if you marry my aunt out! Otherwise, we'd better not get married and let my aunt continue to live with Uncle Shuanzi!"

Tan's face was dark, her mouth was pursed, and she said nothing.

Yang Ruoqing knew that it was done, and the old lady no longer insisted that Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi reconcile.

Yang Ruoqing raised an eyebrow at Yang Huamei, and Yang Huamei also breathed a sigh of relief and smiled gratefully at Yang Ruoqing.

Liao Meiying was even more impressed by Yang Ruoqing's clever words.

Yang Huamei, prompted by Yang Ruoqing's eyes, moved closer to the bed and started talking softly and flatteringly to Mrs. Tan.

Yang Ruoqing and Liao Meiying acted as mediators, and the mother and daughter finally reconciled.

Mrs. Tan handed the remaining half bowl of dumplings to Yang Huamei: "Eat quickly, pack up and go back to Lao Wang's house. When you get there, you won't be able to eat anything good."

The same caring and considerate words came out of Tan's mouth as if they had been distorted by a time and space tunnel, making people feel uncomfortable all over.

But fortunately, everyone in the room was well aware of Tan's temper and knew that she felt sorry for Yang Huamei.

Especially Yang Huamei, her eyes were red and her nose was sore. She cried out "Mother" in her voice and fell into Tan's arms.

Mrs. Tan was stunned for a moment, and originally wanted to push her away in a pretentious manner.

As soon as she raised her hand, she finally sighed softly and hugged Yang Huamei's back tightly.

"My dear Mei'er, all the benefits of my life have been spent in my mother's family for more than ten years. Now that my stepmother is gone, what will you do if you are wronged..."

The atmosphere in the room was no longer suitable for anyone other than mother and daughter to be around.

Yang Ruoqing and Liao Meiying were very sensible and left the east room quietly. Before leaving, they did not forget to close the door of the east room so that the mother and daughter could say some thoughtful words.

"Qing'er, the dumplings have been delivered. Now it's time to sit in my room for a while and drink tea?" When they arrived in the yard, Liao Meiying sincerely invited her again.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to refuse, but seeing that Liao Meiying had been hanging around with her for a long time, she nodded readily: "Okay, let's go sit down for a while. My mouth is really dry after talking so much before."

Liao Meiying covered her mouth and smiled, and the two returned to the front yard together.

The rain stopped, and Mother Liao took Zhen'er outside for a walk.

Everyone who has children knows this very well. They cannot contain little creatures like children at home and they like to run outside.

Especially on rainy days, when the house is hot and humid, he wants to play outside even more.

Especially since it has just rained recently, the air outside is very fresh and cool, so it is good to take the children out for a walk.

In the room, Liao Meiying made tea for Yang Ruoqing, and the two of them sat down next to the table.

Yang Ruoqing looked around and found that everything belonging to Yang Yongxian was gone. The traces of his life in this house had basically been wiped away.

Liao Meiying saw Yang Ruoqing's appraising gaze and the slight flash of surprise in her eyes, and she immediately guessed what Yang Ruoqing was thinking.

She smiled faintly and explained frankly: "I packed up all your brother's things in the room opposite."

"I have not thrown away any of the books he has read, articles he has written, and pens, inks, paper and inkstones he has used over the years. I have packed them all in the box."

"When Zhen'er grows up and goes to school in the future, maybe it will come in handy."

After hearing Liao Meiying's plan, Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Sister-in-law, you have arranged it well."

This is called the legendary waste utilization.

The aunt and sister-in-law talked for a while in the room, and then the third girl came over.

"Sister Qing'er, you are really in my sister-in-law's room."

Today, the third girl is wearing an autumn-colored dress with small white leaves, and a goose-yellow short coat. The waist is tied up and is so thin that it can be held with one hand.

Her black hair was casually pulled into a bun on the side of her head, and all the bangs in front of her forehead were combed up, revealing a full and smooth forehead, and her facial features became more and more prominent.

Because I was walking in a hurry, two strands of hair fell down by my ears and stuck to my cheeks. When I spoke, my eyes were bright and my dimples were deep and charming.

If you are beautiful, you can wear whatever you want and how you dress up to look good!

Yang Ruoqing sighed in her heart, looked at the three girls who came up to her with a smile and said, "How did you find her?"

The third girl raised her hand, wiped the sweat from her white neck with the back of her hand, and said with a smile: "I went to the vegetable garden earlier, and when I came back I saw the dumplings in the pot, so I went to the east room to ask my grandmother and aunt.

They said you left with your sister-in-law, so I came over to try my luck."

Yang Ruoqing joked: "I didn't expect to be so lucky. I'm really still here, right? Haha..."

The third girl nodded vigorously and thanked Yang Ruoqing for the bowl of dumplings.

Yang Ruoqing waved her hand, "It's just a bowl of dumplings. You guys can have fun eating them."

The third girl nodded again, and Liao Meiying asked her to sit down. She shook her head, "I came back from hunting pigweed, and I have to rush to chop it up and feed it to the chickens. Sister-in-law, Sister Qing'er, you guys can chat first."

"Okay, then you can go about your business."

After the three girls left, Liao Meiying couldn't help but sigh: "Girls of this age are so enviable. Look at her complexion, how good she is!"

Unlike myself, who is so old and aged, her whole person seems to have lost its luster. Although she is not very old, she is as dry as an old lady.

Yang Ruoqing had no time to pay attention to Liao Meiying's self-pity. Her attention was entirely focused on other aspects.

The third girl's face was rosy, her eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars, and her lips were as red and bright as petals.

The whole person is standing there, so bright and charming that people can't take their eyes away.

It's much better than the previous period, which was also beautiful, but it feels a bit withered.

Could it be that it was because that boy Liu Xueyun came to her for a date last night and was nourished by love that the flower instantly cheered up and bloomed beautifully?

Well, nine times out of ten that's the case.

The magic of love is so powerful.

Yang Ruoqing stood up and was about to leave. As soon as she left the house, there was the sound of footsteps behind her.

The third girl ran over again.

"Sister Qing'er, these are the corn cobs I broke in the vegetable garden. You can take some back to give to the baby and the third uncle and the third mother to try."
Chapter completed!