Changping Village.

Back at Luo's house, Wang Cuilian took the children to the backyard bedroom to rest.

Mrs. Sun and Yang Huazhong stayed in the hall and had a conversation. Mrs. Sun was talking to Yang Huazhong about the second wife of the Jiang family.

"Xianjun and Xiaoqin are really good couples. Talking about the trouble of the children running around, starting from tomorrow, I will ask Jiang Xianjun to bring a bowl to the children in the morning, noon and evening."

"I told you not to be anxious, and not to look for help outside. Let the nanny come and help feed you before she comes home. She has a lot of food and can feed her here."

When Yang Huazhong heard these words, he felt much more at ease.

"With their words, the children won't have to go hungry these days... It's really hard for them," he said.

Mrs. Sun nodded, "Isn't that right? I thought, this kind of kindness cannot be repaid with food."

Yang Huazhong: "What do you mean?"

Sun: "I have an idea in my mind."

"What do you think?" Yang Huazhong was inexplicably nervous.

Could it be that she wasn't thinking about him at all?

"Qing'er is not at home, and I didn't have her to say hello to this matter. I'm afraid the county government won't agree." Yang Huazhong was very confused.

"What's more, Xianjun Niang was brought to justice because she accidentally killed Jiang Er, and we insisted on our principles and sent him there. Now we ourselves... This seems to be playing house, and we are also flouting Daqi's laws, which is not good.

Bar?"

Mrs. Sun stared blankly at Yang Huazhong, her mouth wide open and her eyes full of surprise.

Yang Huazhong was talking to himself and was too immersed in what he said. After he finished speaking, he realized from Sun's reaction that he and she didn't seem to be thinking about the same thing.

"My dear, what did you think of?"

After Yang Huazhong asked this question, Sun suddenly came back to her senses.

She leaned forward slightly, got closer to Yang Huazhong, and lowered her voice and asked: "What? You actually thought of that way to repay your kindness? Not to mention, your method of repaying your kindness may be more useful to Jiang Xianjun, he is a filial son..."

Moreover, in the past two days when the children passed by, although he behaved well, Mrs. Sun could clearly feel that there was an invisible wall between them.

That wall is Jiang Xianjun's mother.

"If Xianjun's mother is really brought out, Xianjun is probably really happy from the bottom of his heart. Dad, tell me..."

Seeing that Mr. Sun actually had a thought about this matter, and that once the thought came up, he could not suppress it, Yang Huazhong really wanted to slap himself twice in the mouth.

"I didn't say it before, this method of repaying gratitude won't work... it won't work, don't mention it again!"

Yang Huazhong waved his hand, not wanting to get entangled in this matter.

"By the way, what were you thinking about earlier?" He asked Sun in turn.

Mrs. Sun was stunned for a moment, sat back, and said a little embarrassedly: "...I, sister-in-law Cuilian and I have discussed in private that we want the two children to have Zheng Xiaoqin as their godmother."

Godmother?

This time, Yang Huazhong was shocked.

The godmother is no different from her biological mother. Qing'er worshiped Muzichuan's mother as her godmother. When the godmother was alive, Qing'er would visit her during every year and festival. After the godmother passed away, Qing'er was still a mortal.

In the village, Qing'er would personally go to the mountain to burn incense and worship on the occasion of Qingming Festival, Zhongyuan Festival, New Year's Day and the anniversary of her godmother's death.

Even if she is busy with other things outside and cannot come back in time, she will definitely tell her family to help her burn incense and worship.

If the two grandsons really worship Zheng Xiaoqin as their godmother, then the two children will definitely take on Zheng Xiaoqin's affairs in the future, support Zheng Xiaoqin like real sons, and fulfill their filial piety.

"How dare you think about it!" Yang Huazhong said.

"What? Fortunately, our two babies have someone to feed them, otherwise we don't know what they would be like these days!" Mrs. Sun said.

"It's just that we can't make the final decision on this matter. We have to ask Qing'er to nod. But Qing'er doesn't know when she will come back, hey..."

Yang Huazhong waved his hand: "Let's not mention this matter for now. The nanny will be here in a few days."

Rather than worshiping his godmother and having the two children who had eaten Zheng Xiaoqin's nai for a few days tied to the second wife of the Jiang family for the rest of their lives, Yang Huazhong preferred the way of repaying his kindness by releasing Xian Jun's mother.

But no matter which one it is, grandparents and grandma-in-law can’t make the decision. So, let’s not discuss this for the time being.

The next day, during breakfast, the two kids were already drinking happily in the backyard.

Sun told Yang Huazhong: "Xianjun said that Xiaoqin drank a lot of chicken soup in the past two days, and brought a full bowl to the children. The two children could only drink half of the meal, and there was still half.

Keep it for now and give it to them again at noon."

After noon, Jiang Xianjun had to deliver the food again. The children had six to seven meals a day, and it was okay to eat and drink enough every time.

Yang Huazhong squinted his eyes with satisfaction, "I won't worry about this at home. After breakfast, the blacksmith brother and I will go to the mountain camp and come back in the evening."

Mrs. Sun knew what they were going to the camp for, "Okay, we should have gone a long time ago. I've been looking after the two little ones these past two days, and I don't know what's going on over there at Qing'er. You might as well go and have a look."

Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo finished their meal quickly and were about to leave when Dabai came over and knocked on the door.

He shouted inside: "Uncle Luo, please open the door. The small side door cannot let the carriage into the yard."

Several people in the main room looked at each other, and Mrs. Sun couldn't believe it. "It's Dabai and Hongmei who are coming? I didn't expect them to really come?"

Blacksmith Luo said nothing and only looked at Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong slammed his chopsticks on the table, got up and walked out with a dark face.

Mrs. Sun went to see Blacksmith Luo again, with worry in her eyes.

Blacksmith Luo immediately put down his bowls and chopsticks, stood up and walked out, "Let's take a look!"

At the side entrance of the yard, Dabai was still standing there, with a carriage parked on the roadside behind him.

Dabai looked into the yard and turned to speak to Hongmei in the carriage. His words were comforting, as if telling her not to worry, someone would open the door soon and the carriage could enter the yard.

Then, Dabai heard the footsteps behind him, turned around and saw Yang Huazhong hurriedly coming this way.

A light flashed in Dabai's eyes, and he greeted Hongmei in the carriage again, and came excitedly to Yang Huazhong.

"Third uncle, we're here! I'm so ashamed. I originally promised that yesterday..."

Yang Huazhong waved his hand and directly interrupted Dabai's words. His face was calm, as usual, without any sign of anger.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't be ashamed, don't be ashamed."

"ah?"

Dabai was a little confused. He had prepared a lot of explanations for Yang Huazhong.

But Yang Huazhong's attitude caught him off guard for a moment, and his thoughts were completely confused.
Chapter completed!