Luo Fengtang supported her and said at the same time: "This is different. When Mianmian becomes pregnant, I promise to give him a year's leave."

"Huh? This paid maternity leave is long enough!" Yang Ruoqing was happy.

Luo Fengtang added: "It's useless to have that boy Ye Yi. Even if I don't send him to escort my father-in-law and the others to Qing'an County, he won't be able to do anything good if he stays in the village."

"There are obstacles ahead, Qing'er, watch your steps."

The two of them passed the hurdle and continued to move forward. He continued to scold Ye Yi: "I have been engaged to Mianmian for some time. Can you tell that he took the initiative to find Mianmian?"

Yang Ruoqing thought about it carefully, "Compared to Li Wei, who is the most diligent and attentive, Ye Yi's son-in-law is really too passive, and he is even shyer than his new wife."

That Li Wei, except for those days when the farming season is busy, relatively few people come here. As soon as the farming season is over, he immediately runs to Xiuxiu's house.

First, he picked up a load of dried rice and said it was for the mother-in-law and her family to try.

The rice is in the shell. After arriving here, he will go to pound the rice. He rolls up his sleeves to pound the rice, and embroiders his hands on the edge. The young man and woman are talking and laughing.

Look, if this had been pounded at home in advance and delivered directly, there would have been no chance of being alone with Xiuxiu.

This is really a two-pronged approach. It not only allows his mother-in-law's family to see his hard work and ability, but also brings Xiuxiu closer to him again.

If it were another night, I would probably just send a bucket of cooked rice there, and then the person would turn around and leave.

Li Wei is smart and knows how to squeeze out the value of a load of rice. In this regard, his emotional intelligence is world-class.

"That boy Ye Yi, I almost regret letting Mianmian marry him." Luo Fengtang said suddenly.

"Why do you say that?" Yang Ruoqing raised her head and asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "That boy Ye Yi is too boring and his mind is thicker than mine. I'm worried that he will feel wronged."

If nothing else, let’s just say that I went to Wanghai County to do some business. On the way back, I saw an old man selling oranges on the roadside.

The oranges were big. They said they were grown by the old man in his own garden. They were big and meaty. Naturally, he got off his horse and brought some oranges to his wife at home for her to cut into her teeth.

But Ye Yi, that boy, was standing there like a pillar, watching, and didn't know how to order some oranges for Mianmian. It was because of him that he kicked him, and after being warned, the boy suddenly realized that he came up.

I bought oranges.

"Anyway, I was just dazed. I bought the oranges I brought back as a reminder." Luo Fengtang was a little annoyed.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, so this is how the oranges that Ye Yi sent to the fifth room came from?

She covered her mouth and smiled.

"It can't be said that it's just a night. Isn't this the first time we're talking about marriage? Not to mention being courteous to the girl before, I probably haven't even spoken to her!"

Luo Fengtang thought for a moment and nodded: "That's true. He just hasn't shaved his head. If he does, he's almost like that monk!"

Yang Ruoqing was amused again by Luo Fengtang's words.

But she didn't think there was anything bad about this marriage. On the contrary, she felt that this marriage was just like a key and a lock, and they naturally had their place in it.

"A hundred sons-in-law have a hundred ways of doing things. Li Wei is Li Wei, and Ye Yi is Ye Yi. If Li Wei's way of doing things is applied to Mianmian, it may not work."

"Anyway, speaking from my heart, if I were asked to choose, I would rather choose Ye Yi than Li Wei..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone domineeringly: "No one is allowed to choose, you have to choose me, and you can only choose me!"

…

Yang Ruoqing found several kinds of ointments, stewed rock sugar and snow pears, and asked Luo Fengtang to accompany her to the little old Yangtou's house in the south of the village.

Seeing the two couples coming together, little old Yangtou, who was weaving bamboo baskets in the yard, was very happy and quickly put down his work and came over to welcome them.

He was carrying stools and pouring tea. He was busy going in and out.

Yang Ruoqing grabbed little old Yang's head and said, "Little grandpa, don't be too busy greeting us. We are not outsiders. We just came to see you."

Little old Yangtou smiled kindly and nodded gently as he stood there, "Come and see me. I'm happy. I don't need to take anything."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the things in Luo Fengtang's hands, and then said to little old Yangtou: "It's not a good thing. I brought some ointment for little grandpa, and also put a bowl of rock sugar snow pears. I hope it's good for you if you get angry.

It’s good for sores.”

"well!"

"Little grandpa, how are your sores? Do you want me to look at them for you?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Little old Yang waved his hands hurriedly and took two steps to the side.

"It's much better than before, don't look at it, don't look at it, it will blind your eyes."

Yang Ruoqing stopped forcing it. I guess the little grandpa was shy. I heard from my father that the little grandpa had sores on his shoulders, back, and waist...

"Little grandpa, these baskets are really well made. Are you going to sell them? Or keep them for yourself?" After Luo Fengtang handed the things he brought to Yang Ruoqing, his eyes were attracted by the bamboo baskets on the ground in the yard.

.

Some of them have been finished, and some are still half-finished. There is a pile of picked reeds on the ground.

"Hey, if you have nothing to do, you can make some for yourself and sell the rest," said little old Yangtou.

Seeing Luo Fengtang holding the basket and looking around in his hands, little old Yangtou quickly picked up two baskets and said: "If you like them, take two home to pack things."

Luo Fengtang was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that his few words of praise would attract so many people.

His original intention was to find a topic to praise the little grandpa and make him happy.

On the side, Yang Ruoqing smiled and joked: "Little grandpa, it's not too late for me to like this basket. But if we take it, won't you sell a few less, and you will lose money?"

Little old Yangtou also smiled, "You little grandpa, I'm not short of those three melons and two dates. If you like it, take it. I have plenty here."

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the one in Luo Fengtang's hand and said, "Just take that one, take it back so I can pack my things."

Put it on the wooden shelf in the bathroom, where the dirty clothes you changed will just fit in.

"Okay, very good!" Little old Yangtou was very happy.

These nephews and nieces have always been very filial to him. They send food, clothing and money during holidays and festivals, and they often send food here.

Not to mention a basket, even if they were interested in other things in the house, he would be happy to give them to them!

"Little grandpa, let's go into the house first. You have to eat the pears in front of us. I'll make the empty bowl and take it back."

Yang Ruoqing came over to support little old Yang's head, Luo Fengtang picked up the things again, and the three of them entered the main room.

Little old Yangtou was sitting at the table eating pear stewed with rock sugar. Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing were accompanying him, and from time to time they would chat about family matters.

Little Old Yangtou doesn't need to ask about Old Yangtou's situation, because Old Yangtou comes here every day, just like punching in.
Chapter completed!