She looked at him expectantly and blinked.

Luo Fengtang also didn't want her to go to the ancestral hall.

There are many people in the ancestral hall. When the firecrackers are set off, people will push and squeeze people. What should we do if there are bumps?

"Tangyaozi, don't worry about bumping into each other, I'm very agile." She added.

Luo Fengtang couldn't bear to refuse, so he nodded, "That's fine, but you must follow me and don't run around."

"Okay, okay, promise not to run around."

Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian quietly exchanged glances, and both of them smiled heartily.

The ancestral hall was already crowded with people, and even if it rained it could not dampen everyone's enthusiasm for the Qingming Festival.

Luo Fengtang held something for burning incense in one hand, and held Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly with the other.

The couple is ready to shuttle among the crowd...

However, whoever took the lead, the crowd gave way, and the men enthusiastically rushed to greet Luo Fengtang.

There is no way, who makes Luo Fengtang a big shot!

These villagers are quite interesting to think about sometimes.

I remember when Luo Fengtang was a poor young hunter, they looked down upon him and shook their heads with disdain when they talked about him.

And when he gradually showed his prowess, he had not yet widened the gap between him and them. Although they did not dare to look down upon him, there was always jealousy and slander behind his back.

But one day when he became a dragon and jumped out of the sea, compared with him, they became those stinky fish and shrimps.

At this time, what contempt, contempt, slander...

All disappeared.

The gap between them is like a chasm, which makes them unable to catch up. They don't even have the right to be jealous or jealous.

So in the end, the pushing and pushing things that Luo Fengtang was worried about didn't happen at all.

He and Yang Ruoqing stood next to Li Zheng and several village elders, as if they were having a meeting. They were on the rostrum, separated from the villagers below by a patio and an iron fence half a person's height.

As more and more people came, they would burn straw paper in the big three-legged bronze cauldron in front of them.

The smell of smoke is getting stronger and stronger. There are side doors on both sides of the ancestral hall for ventilation, and there are openings above the patio for ventilation. Even so, as more villagers come to burn incense, the smell becomes more pungent.

Yang Ruoqing dug in her pocket and found that she had been careless.

I forgot to bring a mask when I came here.

She has made many types of masks for use at home. Some are thick and warm in winter, and some are ventilated and breathable in other seasons, but can also block dust.

"Here, put this on."

A mask that was breathable but could isolate dust was stuffed into her hand.

But it was Luo Fengtang. He was being pulled to talk by a village elder earlier, and now he took the time out of his busy schedule to follow her and hand her a mask.

Unexpectedly, he thought of this in advance. He is truly the most attentive man in the world.

If he said this, others would probably not believe it. But in fact, he really did it.

"Do you want me to help you put it on?" Seeing that she didn't reach out to take it immediately, he raised his eyebrows and already made some moves in his hand.

“I can just wear it myself!”

Yang Ruoqing quickly took over the mask and responded shyly and sweetly.

She absolutely believed that he could wear a mask for her in front of others.

Because in his eyes, caring for his wife is what a man should do, just like dressing, eating and drinking.

However, Yang Ruoqing is sorry.

If she had been younger, she would have done nothing. She just wore a mask. She didn't mean to show affection.

However, in this crowded occasion and such a formal festival as Qingming Festival, it is better to be more solemn.

Of course, when she was young, she also did things like show affection in public.

But now the children are almost 14 or 15 years old. In a few years, she may become a mother-in-law. She can show some affection at home behind closed doors. In front of others, she should be a little more stable.

It's a coincidence that some people do things that she and Luo Fengtang have no scruples about.

Next to a pillar at the bottom, Dabai was holding Hongmei and looking at burning paper.

Changping Village is a little different from other villages. Other villages do not allow women to enter the ancestral hall during such festivals, but Changping Village does.

To be precise, the social status of women in Changping Village is relatively higher than that of other villages.

So on a day like today, many women came in to watch the fun.

However, during Qingming Festival, when children go to the family tree to have a banquet, women are still not allowed to have a banquet.

And it is located inside Changping Village. Although the status of women has increased in the general atmosphere, it is still different in each household.

Take the old Yang family as an example. Women have a very high status. Men like Yang Huazhong respect their wives and love their daughters.

In some other families, wives and daughters have no right to speak.

Okay, let’s not go too far. At this moment, Yang Ruoqing’s eyes swept across the crowd below, and then she found Dabai and Hongmei in the crowd.

Hongmei stood with a big belly, her back against the wall, and a pillar in front of her. Dabai stood beside her, stretching out his arms to wrap around her, protecting her between him, the pillar, and the wall.

.

Dabai, this guy, doesn't have any humanity towards others, but he is really considerate towards Hongmei.

Yang Ruoqing was thinking to herself, then saw Dabai take something out of his pocket and hand it to Hongmei.

It's a handkerchief. It seems that Hongmei can't stand the smell of smoke here either.

But she didn't take over the hand. Instead, she frowned and shook her head.

Dabai Bian freed up a hand to put a handkerchief over her mouth and nose.

Oh my god, is this woman really lazy, or is she deliberately acting coquettishly in public?

After a while, I wonder what Hongmei and Dabai said.

Dabai took out another piece of candy from his other pocket.

Peeling off the paper shell, stuffing the candy into Hongmei's mouth, the two of them looked at each other and smiled as if no one was watching.

Yang Ruoqing secretly shook her head as this dog food was spread.

It would be fine if they were similar in age, but Hongmei is ten years older than Dabai. This scene is not very harmful, but it is extremely shameful.

Moreover, the crowd nearby had already noticed them when Dabai held a handkerchief to Hongmei, and now the candy peeling did not escape their eyes.

Suddenly, many people stopped looking at the paper burning here and looked over at them.

Especially those old bachelors in the village who have not yet married a wife, or men like Yang Yongqing who once had a wife but became a bachelor again for various reasons, they all looked at Hongmei and Dabai with their yellow teeth grinning.

, some people are even still making noises.

Hongmei seemed to blush with embarrassment, turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall.

Dabai straightened his back and followed her with dignity, like a bodyguard.

Suddenly, someone played a prank and pushed the person next to him. Everyone was crowded and hit each other. The domino effect happened. Dabai, the lame man, was knocked down and jumped directly onto Hongmei. Hongmei screamed and fell head-on.
Chapter completed!