The other party smiled and nodded, "Okay, hurry up and go there. Don't keep your Tangya son waiting."

"Okay, Auntie has time to go and play with my mother. My mother has been to Qing'an County these days."

"No wonder I didn't see her going to the shower. Was she going to visit relatives?"

"Well, I'm going to my little sister-in-law's house to give her a Mid-Autumn Festival gift!"

…

When Yang Huazhong and Sun went to Qing'an County, it would definitely not work if there was no one to take care of the front and back houses.

And Sun's most treasured thing is the chickens, ducks and geese she raises in her backyard.

Instead of running around to take care of her, it was better to live here directly, so Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang rested at Yang Huazhong's house at night.

Halfway through the night, there was a sudden thunder and lightning outside.

Yang Ruoqing tossed and turned, feeling a little irritable.

Luo Fengtang got up and turned on the light, poured a bowl of warm water for her, brought it to the bedside, and helped her sit up.

Yang Ruoqing took a sip of warm water and looked at the lightning that flashed from time to time outside the window, "Tangyaozi, I always feel uneasy, and I can't explain why. Anyway, I just feel like something bad is about to happen."

Luo Fengtang gently stroked her back, "It won't flood, and the house won't collapse. Don't think too much."

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Ever since the last flood, a little shadow has been left in her heart.

As long as it rains continuously, or there is a sudden thunderstorm and lightning, she is worried that the water level in the river behind the village will rise sharply, and that the water upstream will rise, and then this area will become a flood discharge area...

"This autumn rain probably won't make a difference." Yang Ruoqing said, "I always feel that something is going to happen, and I feel panicked. I don't know if it was because I lay on my left side while sleeping and pressed my heart."

"It probably has something to do with your sleeping position. Will you sleep in another direction later?" Luo Fengtang asked softly.

"I read in some books that at this month, the fetus will be head down and feet up. If I go to the right, the children will have to go to the left. Forget it, they can still press me."

As she spoke, her face softened little by little, and she gently stroked her belly.

Luo Fengtang looked at this scene tenderly, filled with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, my parents-in-law will be taken care of by Xiaoan and Yeyi in Qing'an County. They will be fine."

"Yeah," she nodded slightly.

"Does your stomach hurt? Do you feel anything strange?" Luo Fengtang looked at her face carefully and asked cautiously.

Yang Ruoqing's originally drooped eyelashes trembled slightly and smiled softly at him.

"What? Are you worried that I will give birth prematurely?"

Luo Fengtang looked straight at her, with unconcealed worry in his eyes.

If that's the case, there would be some trouble. It's only been nearly eight months, and premature birth is not a good thing for adults or children...

But if there were any signs of that, he would have to find Wen Po and the doctor to protect him.

Luo Fengtang's eyes had already turned to the coat hanging on the wooden frame at the end of the bed, and a soft, boneless hand gently stroked his face.

"Don't worry, your two children are safe. If we set off firecrackers to chase them away, they probably won't even come out."

Luo Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Drink some water, I'll help you go to the bathroom, and then go back to sleep when you come back."

In the middle of the night, Yang Ruoqing lay flat on his arm, listening to him talk about things in the military camp. The lightning and thunder outside gradually blurred, and her world was peaceful and warm...

However, when she woke up the next day, a piece of bad news reached her ears. This bad news was comparable to the lightning and thunder last night, catching Yang Ruoqing off guard.

If Luo Fengtang hadn't been holding her by her side, she would have really doubted whether she had woken up. She wished she could go back to bed and lie down, maybe she would realize it was a dream when she opened her eyes!

Young old Yangtou's house in the south of the village.

It rained all night and the ground was muddy, making the road difficult to walk, but Yang Ruoqing still insisted on going there.

When they arrived, the main room and the side rooms were all full of people.

Yang Huaming, Blacksmith Luo, and Lao Suntou are all here.

"Where's the little grandpa? I want to see the little grandpa!"

Yang Ruoqing pushed through the crowd and entered the room. At a glance, she saw little old Yang lying flat on the bed with his face calm and his hands clasped on his chest. He looked as if he was asleep.

However, the pillow under his head has been removed and the curtain has been taken down.

"Little grandpa!"

Yang Ruoqing shouted, and quickly stepped forward to the bedside. She raised her hand to feel the breathing and pulse of little old Yang's head, but Luo Fengtang pinched her wrist.

"I'll do it." He said in a deep voice, and stepped forward to check the pulse and breathing of little old Yangtou.

Then, he gently shook his head towards Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing's tears immediately welled up and she knelt down with a thud.

After a while, Yang Ruoqing was helped into the main room by Mrs. Sun, Mrs. Liu and others.

Luo Fengtang stayed in the wing room to discuss the funeral arrangements of little old Yangtou with Yang Huaming and others.

He couldn't worry about Yang Ruoqing, so he took a chance to come out and take a look. Seeing that Mrs. Sun and the others were with her, he was a little relieved and turned back to the side room to help.

In the hall, Yang Ruoqing suppressed the grief in her heart and asked Mrs. Liu about their specific situation.

Judging from the pulse condition previously, the little grandpa probably stopped breathing in his sleep and passed away just like that.

Pain should be painless, because pain is reserved for the living.

Mrs. Sun and Ms. Liu were very sad, but when asked by Yang Ruoqing, Mrs. Liu suppressed her sadness and raised her head to tell her what happened.

"...The first person to discover that your little grandpa was not good was your father."

"Your father and Yu Xingkui came over this morning. No one answered the knock on the door. Your father felt something was wrong, so he asked Yu Xingkui to knock on the door."

"When I came to the wing, I saw your little grandpa lying on the bed. I thought he was asleep, but I couldn't wake him up no matter how I screamed."

"Your father quickly called all of us here, and also invited Uncle Fu and Wangsheng. Uncle Fu and the others had just left before you came. They checked carefully and said they had fallen asleep..."

Mrs. Sun was also wiping her tears beside her, "I came to see our dad a few days ago. My uncle was talking and laughing, and his face was glowing. Why, how can you sleep without sleeping?"

Mrs. Liu lowered her voice and said, "It's really scary, and I don't even dare to sleep..."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mr. Liu and said in a rustling voice: "Yesterday Tang Yazi and I came over to visit my little grandpa. He was still weaving baskets in the yard. I never dreamed that we would say goodbye forever..."

"Yongbai and his cousins ​​have sent your third brother to look for him. Your little grandpa is so pitiful. There was no one around him before he died. He couldn't hear a cry. I'm afraid he will be mute in his next life..." Liu Shiman

With a sad face, he said again.

Everyone around was wiping away tears, and even Yang Ruoqing had no intention of refuting Liu.

Mrs. Liu did not curse little old Yangtou on purpose, but because this saying was spread in the Mianniu Mountain area.

It is said that when a person is dying, there must be relatives around him who cry and mourn, and bid farewell to this world amidst the cries of mourning.
Chapter completed!