Several women present were stunned.

At first glance, it seemed that Mrs. Tan was picking on Bao Suyun again, but when Mr. Tan left, they looked back and realized that Mrs. Tan had just taught Bao Suyun the way of "controlling a daughter-in-law"!

"Did I hear you correctly? The old lady's implicit meaning is that she is still afraid that Suyun will be bullied by her daughter-in-law in the future?"

Mr. Sun was an outspoken person and immediately expressed his suspicions.

Her guess was also what others were thinking. Suddenly, all eyes fell on Bao Suyun.

Bao Suyun was still squatting in front of the stove, shaking the fan a beat too slowly.

"My mother-in-law means well, but I believe Guiling is not that kind of child." Bao Suyun smiled softly, and then shook her fan.

Mrs. Sun was standing in front of Bao Suyun. She leaned over and patted Bao Suyun's shoulder gently and said in a low voice: "Regardless of whether Guiling is that kind of child, at least what the old lady said shows that she still has your best interests in mind.

, I’m worried that you will suffer losses in the future!”

Bao Suyun smiled sheepishly. It was really rare to get the care from her mother-in-law.

Mrs. Sun came out to smooth things over and said: "People's hearts change people's hearts. Our sister-in-law treats her mother-in-law sincerely. Even though her mother-in-law cannot see with her eyes, she must understand in her heart. The fact that she left the fruit corn that the third girl gave her to my house last time shows this.

."

Everyone else nodded.

Mrs. Sun said: "However, my mother-in-law has her own way of speaking. Even if she expresses concern, most people, especially those who don't understand her, will not understand her."

Mrs. Sun laughed loudly and said: "Anyway, we understand that Qing'er's grandmother has a temperament that is unique in every village."

"Well, in Qing'er's words, this is called having personality." Wang Cuilian also came to the kitchen door, holding on to the door frame and talking with a smile.

"Ms. Qing'er, the rice in the pot is boiling, what's next?" Wang Cuilian asked again.

Mrs. Sun was suddenly enlightened and patted her thigh, "Oh, look at my memory. I have to cook sweet potato steamed rice quickly."

Everything is back on track, and Bao Suyun no longer feels awkward when Tan is in the front yard.

Although she didn't believe that what Tan said came true, she firmly believed that Guiling would be a filial and good wife. She didn't believe it, but Bao Suyun still felt like a warm current had been injected into her heart.

After dinner, the men gathered in the main room to smoke, drink tea, and discuss the upcoming Mid-Autumn Festival for Tan's 70th birthday.

The women were clearing away the dishes in the backyard. While they were clearing away the dishes, Mrs. Sun, Bao Suyun and the others were also discussing in private the matter of Mrs. Tan's birthday.

Now Yang Huazhong is the eldest of the second generation of the old Yang family, so Yang Huazhong should take the lead in celebrating the old lady's birthday. Yang Huazhong himself is also bound to do so.

Planning a birthday is easy and simple. It is nothing more than sending invitations to relatives and friends in advance. On the invitations, write down the reason, time and place of the banquet.

Then we prepare a banquet to entertain relatives and friends. After that, the daughters-in-law, granddaughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, and granddaughters prepare some gifts for the old lady.

The gifts are nothing more than clothes, shoes, socks and hats, just to express your feelings. Of course, if you have good conditions, you can also give the old lady a red envelope in private.

But this red seal is best done in private, because apparently everyone in the room has agreed on gifts of similar specifications. This is a rule and a tacit understanding. If you break this rule and tacit understanding, it will be detrimental to everyone's face.

Not good, so it’s best to do it privately.

When Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun passed the Qi here, the kitchen was also tidy and tidy.

"You're exhausted today. Come on, let's go to the front yard for a tea break."

Mrs. Sun closed the kitchen door, took Bao Suyun's arm and went to the front hall together.

In the main room in the front yard, the three brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou were sitting on one side. Mr. Tan sat upright on a wicker chair by the window with his hands in front of his body. The others had dispersed.

"Qing'er is leaving too? I thought she wanted to stay and talk for a while!"

Sun looked around and asked with a smile.

Yang Huazhong raised his eyes and glanced at Sun, "Qing'er is busy right now, otherwise she would definitely be here."

Sun understood and immediately stopped asking.

Others don't know what Qing'er is busy with, but the insiders know in their hearts that they really don't have the energy to stay here and listen to gossip.

…

Whenever she had time, Yang Ruoqing would definitely stay and listen to her father, fourth and fifth uncles discuss birthday matters.

Not for anything else, because a seventieth birthday is a rare event for the elderly and younger generations in this era.

Due to the limitations of material conditions and medical standards, the average life span of people in this era is generally lower than in modern times. Looking around the village, in a large village with two hundred households and a population of thousands, there are no more than thirty elderly people over the age of sixty.

Even those who are seventy years old can be counted on one hand.

(Lao Yangtou has firmly occupied a spot.)

Mr. Tan is sixty-nine this year. In a real sense, he will not turn seventy until this time next year.

But the custom in this area is that birthdays like this must be done a year in advance for good luck.

Many years ago, Lao Yangtou and Tan's sixtieth birthday were organized in a decent way.

But there was no arrangement for Lao Yangtou's seventieth birthday a few years ago.

It's not that Yang Huazhong and his sons and grandsons are unfilial, but that when old Yang got into trouble, they probably weren't allowed to handle it. They had nothing to do, because the old man's temperament changed drastically from that time on, and people didn't dare to disobey him.

Now that Tan's 70th birthday is celebrated, Yang Huazhong and the others naturally have to take care of it, and by the way, they can make up for the regret of old Yangtou's birthday a few years ago.

"Sister, I'm keeping an eye on this place. Why don't you go back first? The third uncle and the fifth uncle should still be discussing birthday matters. You go and listen."

Liu Xueyun's deep voice came from behind the leafy treetops beside him.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing was lying lazily on a treetop like Xiao Longnu, a descendant of the Ancient Tomb Sect, with her head raised and her mind wandering as she gazed at the starry sky above her head.

"No, you can ask tomorrow during the day." She said softly.

He sat up calmly, his sharp eyes locked on the lonely little dark room in the mountains ahead through the treetops in the night.

The news has been released, it’s time for the fish to take the bait, right?

…

It was dawn, and a red sun struggled to poke its head out from the eastern hillside. The treetops and the grass were filled with red glow.

"It's done, let's go home!"

Yang Ruoqing gently shook the treetop, and soon Liu Xueyun's movement was heard from the big tree next to her.

"The fish didn't take the bait," he said solemnly.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "Don't worry, we are competing for patience. Let's continue tonight."
Chapter completed!