Wanghai County, Changping Village.

As noon approached, there were noisy sounds outside the yard.

At this time, Zheng Xiaoqin had already gone back, changed into red sleeves and was helping Yang Ruoqing hold the baby in the room.

"Listen to this noise, it should be uncle and the others who are back." Hongxiu said softly, holding Tuantuan in her arms and pacing in front of the bed.

Yang Ruoqing is wiping Yuanyuan's chin. This younger brother has recently learned to blow bubbles. Except when he is sleeping, his little mouth never stops. His chin is basically sticky, which is very expensive for his bib.

After hearing Hongxiu's words, Yang Ruoqing continued to be busy with her hands and said: "Calculating the time, it's almost time to come back. By the way, you come over and help me take care of the baby. What's going on in the kitchen?"

Hongxiu pursed her lips and smiled, "My godmother sent me here to help you take care of the baby. No, Yao Ying is still staying in the kitchen. She is better at serving food than me."

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then smiled.

What did Hongxiu think of? She turned to Yang Ruoqing with her arms in her arms and asked in a low voice: "Sister, do these four girls want to marry me, Dazhi?"

Yang Ruoqing: "Hey, you can see all this."

Hongxiu said: "A woman understands a woman, what can't be seen? It's written on her face in every move she makes."

Yang Ruoqing hesitated for a moment, "The other three are obvious. As for Yao Yue... no way, she is only twelve or thirteen years old, even younger than my baby Luo."

Hong Xiu smiled, "Don't underestimate the little thoughts of these girls. It's okay for farmers to be busy digging in the soil to fill their bellies. It's like those small families in towns who have no worries about food and clothing, or...

In an official's house, there is a lot of water in the back house. Let me talk about it. What I saw most when I was a child was the overt and covert fights between my mother and my father's gang of concubines."

"Those sisters born from concubines haven't learned to walk yet, so they are taught by their biological mothers how to choose a husband and how to compete for favors when they grow up. When a person has been exposed to these ghosts and tricks the most since he was a child, let alone

At twelve or thirteen years old, even six or seven years old, she probably speaks and acts with purpose."

Yang Ruoqing hugged Yuanyuan, gently caressed his back and asked him to lie on her shoulder to eat while looking at Hongxiu.

"Listening to what you said, is it possible that Yao Yue is the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind him?"

First, let her cousin Yao Ying fight with Huang Guier. She did not participate, but only helped Yao Ying fight back against Huang Guier at the appropriate time, showing her generosity and deep sisterly love.

Hong Xiu said: "Everything is possible."

Yang Ruoqing filtered through the four girls who coveted her son next to Shun'er in her mind, and finally smiled with relief.

"I think this kind of thing ultimately depends on 'fate'. Without fate, there is no point in fighting over it. Without fate, even if we look at each other, it won't work."

"Sister, your future mother-in-law is really big-hearted, why don't you get involved?"

"I'm a mess. It's not me who chooses to sleep with me. It's Dazhi. When he grows up, let him make his own choice. I'm only responsible for providing reference opinions. As long as he makes up his mind, even if it's a crooked one.

For melon split dates, I also actively helped him prepare betrothal gifts!"

What Yang Ruoqing said was true. Even if it was a sick child like Xiao Qiao who had a difficult time having heirs, basically 99% of the mothers-in-law would not like it or accept it.

But Yang Ruoqing is different. If Dazhi still insists on marrying Xiao Qiao after understanding the stakes, then she will not hesitate to stand behind him and support him.

Life can be said to be long or short, the important thing is the experience in the process.

Compared with the interest rate of fame and the continuation of incense, if you have a confidant by your side who can empathize with you and advance and retreat together, that is also a kind of happiness.

People cannot place their happiness in a single aspect. Sometimes spiritual satisfaction is more important than material things.

At the door, brother and sister Dazhi and Luo Baobao originally came to the backyard bedroom to meet Yang Ruoqing, but halfway there, Luo Baobao smelled the fragrance wafting from the kitchen, and suddenly became distraught.

I gave up my ambition and ran to the kitchen by myself.

Dazhi entered the bedroom alone. As soon as he reached the window, he heard the conversation between Yang Ruoqing and Hong Xiu.

Especially Yang Ruoqing's last words clearly stated her views on his marriage, which made Dazhi feel very uncomfortable.

Unspeakably touched and grateful.

But at the same time, I felt a deep sense of guilt and self-blame.

He didn't have the courage to go in and see his mother at this time, so he quietly turned around and left the bedroom, heading towards his study.

Along the way, he was thinking about the question he had been thinking about for the past few days.

That is, I am still so young, only sixteen years old after the Chinese New Year, so marriage is not very urgent.

What's more, is a real man satisfied with just being a civil servant?

Although my mother said that rather than pursuing fame and interest rates, she cared more about whether his family was happy and whether there were common topics between the couple.

He admitted that Xiao Qiao was indeed his confidante, and they seemed to have endless topics to talk about together.

However, he is a man, and a man's responsibilities are not only his wife and lover, but also his parents, brothers and sisters.

The ambition is moving faster and faster, and the fists in the hands are clenched tighter and tighter.

That decision is already firm in my heart!

He pushed open the door of the study room, sat down in front of the desk, spread out the snow-white paper, and dipped the tip of his pen in ink.

After pondering for a while, he wrote down what he wanted to say to Xiao Qiao on the paper in front of him, hoping that Xiao Qiao would understand!

If she were my close friend, she would definitely understand my difficulties.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know that her previous words had invisibly helped Dazhi strengthen his determination and make new and different decisions.

At this time, Tuan Yuan Yuan was already sleepy, and she and Hong Xiu were busy putting the two little ones into the cradle.

Try not to take your children outside during this season. The temperature outside is too low, and children have weak immune systems and are prone to catching colds.

Moreover, there are no vaccines for children in this era. Smallpox, chickenpox and other things that would be nothing in later generations may destroy a child in this era.

In Changping Village, many people are nicknamed Mazi.

Most people who are called Mazi have the sequelae of smallpox or chickenpox when they were children.

There are quite a few people called Legghead.

Sores on the head, that kind of herpes zoster, etc. In short, small problems that can be solved with a bottle of ointment in later generations are all difficulties that medicine has not overcome in this era.

Although Yang Ruoqing is a time traveler, her abilities are limited. It would be great if she could use the knowledge of later generations to tinker with common typhoid medicines, sore medicines, and daily care items to make money.
Chapter completed!