"Oh, this won't work. I haven't even had time to tell your fourth uncle. I'll ask your fourth uncle to tell your father, and your father will tell Yong Bai..."

Yang Ruoqing pinched her eyebrows. Her fourth aunt's words were like dominoes, and her head ached.

"Forget it, forget it, everyone is back, let's go find this person and talk to that person, and wait until the day lily is cold when we pass it to Yongbai," Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Liu said: "What can we do?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "What else can we do? Let's eat it cold. Who would have thought that these two couples would come back by such a coincidence!"

In the final analysis, this is a matter between cousins ​​Yongsong and Yongbai, so they shouldn't worry too much.

Yang Ruoqing didn't ask where Mrs. Liu was going next, and yawned and went home to take a nap.

It was just after the Mid-Autumn Festival and it was mid to late August.

The sweet-scented osmanthus in the backyard is blooming just right, and its faint fragrance will always touch your heartstrings inadvertently.

Wang Cuilian and Blacksmith Luo were picking osmanthus flowers in the backyard. Blacksmith Luo stood on a stool and pulled the leafy branches, passing the broken branches to Wang Cuilian who was holding a big bamboo sieve underneath.

Seeing the two of them like this, Yang Ruoqing was very surprised and hurried forward to ask.

Isn't it good that these beautiful flowers bloom on the tree, continuously absorbing energy from the branches and branches, maintaining their vitality so that the flowering period lasts longer?

Why should I take it off?

"It's the baby who sent me a message, saying he wants to eat sweet-scented osmanthus red bean stuffed rice and sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Wang Cuilian said with a smile.

Blacksmith Luo was still climbing high up.

Seeing the busy scene of the two elders, Yang Ruoqing felt helpless and wanted to laugh.

Just because of the granddaughter's words, the old couple became so busy.

Being married across generations is really not just talk.

"Uncle, aunt, I think we've almost picked the sweet-scented osmanthus. That girl, if she's greedy and wants to satisfy her cravings, we're almost done."

It's a pity to pick all the flowers and make them edible.

Let’s save some for viewing!

Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian listened to Yang Ruoqing's suggestion and stopped climbing. The old couple carried stools and sieves and happily rushed back to the backyard to sort the petals.

On the way back to the house, Yang Ruoqing took a look at the study.

From a distance, I could see the door of the study room was ajar, and the sound of Luo Fengtang talking to his subordinates could be heard faintly inside.

Since Ye Yi was injured and unable to handle official duties, Luo Fengtang's tasks have become much heavier. He spends most of his time in the study from morning to night every day handling military affairs.

Not only does he have to handle his own part of the military affairs, he also often helps Yang Ruoqing handle the affairs of the restaurant.

Part of the business in the capital was handed over to the confidants who stayed there, and part of it was supervised by Chen'er.

The affairs of the restaurant at home naturally fell on Luo Fengtang's shoulders for the time being.

In the early days of starting her own business, she was a business owner who was fighting all over the world. She kept expanding her territory, making her business grow like a towering tree with luxuriant leaves.

But as the business grew bigger and bigger, starting from catering and taking the lead in transportation, and then extending and crossing borders on this basis, it became bigger and bigger like the tentacles of an octopus.

In her early years, she was solely focused on making money, and she never felt tired. Even if she was tired, she enjoyed the hardships and was so tired that she felt motivated.

When wealth is accumulated to a certain level, social status reaches a high level, and one has experienced many ups and downs in life.

Her yearning for money suddenly wasn't what it was before.

This sentence may sound unflattering, but who would think it’s too much money?

However, Yang Ruoqing really wanted to say that she did not want to become a slave to money in this life.

She likes to eat 70% full when eating, and she also likes to have some thoughts about her life and work.

So over the years, relatives and friends at home only knew that she had made money from her business, but they did not know the specific figures.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she would rather start some industry and provide money-making channels and errands for her relatives, friends and fellow villagers at home, than take out her banknotes and slap them in the hands of her uncles and brothers at home and say: I will support you.

lifetime!

That is the most meaningless thing and the stupidest behavior. Doing that not only makes you vulgar, but also deprives others of the joy of being a human being, striving for ideals and goals!

Yang Ruoqing was thinking a lot in her mind, and her feet and hands were not idle either.

I went back to the kitchen and peeled two large pears, soaked the white fungus, grabbed a handful of wolfberries and two pieces of rock sugar, put them in an earthen pot and put them on the clay stove to stew over low heat.

In autumn, I give my family more rock sugar, snow pear and tremella soup. Blacksmith Luo smokes too much dry cigarettes and his throat is dry, so this is suitable.

Luo Fengtang consumes energy in handling military affairs, but he can make up for it.

Also for aunt and mother-in-law, it nourishes yin and moisturizes the lungs.

This is what she, a pregnant lady who is protected by the whole family, can do for her family now.

There was no alarm clock, and she was afraid that if she overslept later, the things on the small stove would dry out, so Yang Ruoqing simply put up a small stool and stood in the kitchen, playing with it.

After a while, Wang Cuilian came over from the backyard and was really surprised to see Yang Ruoqing like this.

"My little ancestor, you have to make soup and tell me. It's so tiring to stay here with such a big belly!"

Yang Ruoqing yawned and stood up, "It's okay, I'm very fine."

But I said in my heart, seeing that all of you are busy and doing things for this family, I also want to do something for you!

Wang Cuilian opened the lid of the earthen pot and took a look, then took a wooden spoon and stirred it a few times.

He closed the lid again and said to Yang Ruoqing: "The glue hasn't come out yet. It's early. You go back to the house and rest. Leave this place to me."

"Auntie, it would be just as good for me to sit here and take a nap."

"How do you do that? Lying down with your hands and feet flat will make the babies comfortable."

"Go, go, listen to auntie, I'm going to fish for sweet-scented osmanthus later, so I can just keep an eye on the stove."

In this case, Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to put down the cattail leaf fan against the stove, yawned and left.

When he woke up, Luo Fengtang was still not in the room, but there was a note he left pressed with an inkstone on the table.

There was a plate of large oranges that he had peeled for her. Yang Ruoqing took a bite of an orange and scanned the contents on the paper.

He received a temporary mission and went to Wanghai County. He couldn't come back tonight.

He said that he would try his best to come back the day after tomorrow when the little grandpa is in the first seven days.

Yang Ruoqing put the note in a wooden box in the drawer that was specially used to store letters between the two.

There is already a thick stack of letters in the box, tied with a red rope.

These things are the words they exchanged when they were separated in these years. They are the most precious memories and information. Keep them properly and save them for later when the two of them are gray-haired and basking in the sun in the yard.
Chapter completed!