"Qing'er, you, please wait a moment."

He suddenly stood up and rushed into the bathroom. He came out after a while with a washboard in his hand.

The washboard was thrown at her feet, and he knelt on the washboard with a thud, his head hanging down, looking at her pitifully.

This series of operations shocked Yang Ruoqing.

She quickly stood up and came over to pull his shoulders, "What are you doing? There is gold under the man's knees. Who told you to kneel down? Get up quickly!"

"I made a mistake and I deserve to be punished!"

As long as he didn't have the intention to get up, Yang Ruoqing wouldn't be able to pull him up even if she broke her arm.

"If you have anything to say, speak up. I won't allow you to kneel down, and we don't punish you corporally."

"Get up, get up!"

"I can't get up. I was careless and someone stuffed something into my baggage. I can't forgive my wife, I can't forgive my son and daughter, and I can't forgive the person in your belly. I feel guilty.

I deserve punishment..."

His stubborn son came forward, knelt on the ground to repent, and even raised his hand to slap himself.

Now it was Yang Ruoqing who was really anxious. This bastard was so stubborn that he couldn't pull ten cows away.

However, she still has a way.

"Ouch!"

She suddenly covered her stomach and bent over.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?" He reacted immediately.

"My stomach hurts a little. Maybe I pulled you too hard just now..."

"Ah? Come on, I'll help you lie down on the bed."

He immediately got up from the ground, picked her up and rushed to the bed, and then gently put her on the bed.

He pulled his hands away from her body, but her arms were still tightly wrapped around his neck.

"Are you still going to kneel down and atone for your sins?"

She looked at him and asked softly.

"Fool, I was joking with you earlier. I wasn't really angry. How could I not believe you!"

Luo Fengtang lowered his gaze and gently pinched her face with his fingers, his eyes filled with guilt.

"It is precisely because you trust me that I feel even sadder."

"It was my fault and negligence that allowed those nasty things to sneak in and affect your mood."

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Actually, it's okay. It doesn't have any impact. I just find it interesting. It seems that I have really good taste. My man is noticed by women outside. This shows that my man is attractive. I

I'm proud of myself."

Luo Fengtang was dumbfounded by her words.

"What is charming or not? I am already in my thirties. In a few years, when Zhi'er and Chen'er get married, I will be promoted to grandpa's man. Qing'er, please stop making those jokes for me. I'm all over the place."

Diaphragm response."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

Grandpa who is nearly forty years old, is he too young?

A man has forty-one flowers. A man at the age of forty is the time when his maturity and charm explode!

"It doesn't matter whether you are interested or not, the fact is that you are indeed remembered, and those socks are the best proof."

Yang Ruoqing hooked his neck and joked with a smile.

Luo Fengtang's head is covered with black lines.

"Qing'er, let's throw these socks away. They're far away. Maybe they stuffed them wrong. In short, we won't mention this matter anymore, okay?"

He held her in his arms and begged softly.

If the lieutenants and soldiers under him saw the "humble" look of the general, their eyes would probably fall to the ground in shock.

"Well, let's not mention it."

"But don't throw away those socks either."

"Why?" His brows that had just relaxed were knitted together again.

But Yang Ruoqing pushed him away and stood up. She walked over to pick up the pair of socks, patted the dust on them and said, "These socks are well made. You can see that they have been put into it. Wearing them this season can keep your feet warm and ventilate. Throw them away."

What a pity? I'll take it to my uncle to wear."

"Uncle? Can he wear it? I'll ask who did it then..."

"Don't worry, uncle won't ask so many questions. He will definitely wear it. His feet are just this big."

If the uncle doesn't wear it, then take it back to your parents' house and give it to your father, Yang Huazhong.

If dad also thinks that the camellia on it is inappropriate for his age, then he can give it to his fourth uncle.

My fourth uncle definitely likes her, so it’s not a waste of money. In short, we can’t accept that woman’s affection, but the socks are fine, so don’t give them up for free.

Yang Ruoqing was really right. When Blacksmith Luo received the socks, he happily accepted them without asking any questions.

This made Luo Fengtang, who went to deliver socks, a little stunned.

After all, he got rid of the pair of socks. On the way to the backyard, he looked at the green ginkgo trees on the roadside. The sunlight filtered through the leaves and fell on the flower bed, like broken gold that fell to the ground, shining brightly.

He took a deep breath of the fresh air and felt like he was surviving a disaster.

Fortunately, fortunately Qing'er believes in me.

Otherwise, even if you jump into the Yellow River, you won’t be able to clean yourself!

As for who stuffed the socks into his baggage roll, he actually had a suspicion in his mind, but he was not sure.

That day after he left his daughter's place, he went to the tea garden and was busy sorting tea leaves with the others.

Because it was tea that was to be sent to the capital for his son, Luo Fengtang was particularly concerned about it.

I was so busy during the day that I was sweating all over, so at night I went with a few men to take a bath in the stream behind the teahouse.

Everyone eats and sleeps in the teahouse, and Xu Yuanming's mother-in-law Zhang and his daughter Qiaohong are doing the dirty laundry.

Luo Fengtang had two suspicions. First, the pair of brand-new socks were actually made by Zhang or Qiaohong for Xu Yuanming or Xu Yuanming's two sons. They just accidentally put them in the wrong place, leading to such a misunderstanding.

Those socks were unlikely to belong to the other men picking tea, because he had seen that they almost didn't wear socks.

There is a second possibility, which is what he doesn't want to see.

He has a family, and he already has someone in his heart, and he has no interest in getting involved in such trivial matters with other women.

Even thinking about it gives me a headache.

As for Yang Ruoqing, to be honest, she also has a doubtful candidate in her mind.

It's probably Xu Yuanming's fifteen or sixteen-year-old daughter Qiaohong.

Why do I say that? Because of camellias.

That girl must like camellias very much. The last time she went to the teahouse for dinner, she wore a camellia in her braid.

In addition, Yang Ruoqing also saw camellias embroidered on her handkerchief.

However, it was really reckless to blatantly stuff it into Luo Fengtang's clothes.

Did she think that a married man would pack his own clothes?

Regardless of whether he is going out or coming home, a man does not worry about that; his wife takes care of everything for him.

You said you were being stupid by tucking your socks into your clothes? Or was it a provocation to his wife?

Provocative, Yang Ruoqing felt that no matter how stupid Qiaohong was, she would not have the guts to do so.

She must be stupid. If she really had that intention, she should have given it to Luo Fengtang in private.

Of course, the result will definitely be rejection, but at least his wife won’t see it!

What a silly and wishful girl.

If it were ten years ago, Yang Ruoqing would not be able to tolerate a grain of sand in her eyes.
Chapter completed!