"Mom, where are your and dad's clothes? Why aren't there any of them?"

Yang Ruoqing closed the cabinet door and turned around to ask Sun.

Mrs. Sun smiled bitterly and looked at the sky outside: "It hasn't been sunny for several days. Some clothes haven't been dried yet, and some haven't been washed."

Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized.

She remembered that when summer came, she brought two pieces of cloth back from the town and asked her mother to make clothes for the whole family.

In the middle of the summer, she brought back two pieces of flower-liang silk.

Thinking of this, she opened the grid under the cabinet.

Sure enough, both pieces of flower-liang silk are there.

"Mom, it's not like we don't have any cloth at home, why don't you make clothes? Look, there aren't enough clothes now, right?"

There was a hint of blame in her tone.

But Sun just laughed.

"Old lady Sun on the side explained: "This flower silk is a rare fabric that cannot be bought in our area. Your mother is reluctant to touch it, saying that she wants to keep it for you as a dowry in the future..."

"Mom, why are you telling Qing'er this?"

Ms. Sun quickly intercepted what Mrs. Sun said.

When the word dowry is mentioned, the woman is both sweet and sad, with a tangled look on her face.

Seeing Ga Po and Niang like this, Yang Ruoqing understood.

She closed the cabinet door and walked over, with a gentle curve on her face.

"Mom, please continue wiping. If you don't have any clothes, don't worry. I brought back a lot of ready-made clothes. I'll get them for you right now!"

After saying that, she left the house, walked through the corridor under the corridor and went straight to her house opposite.

In the room, Xiao An and Xiao Jie were standing at the table picking food, both of them were laughing with joy.

Yang Ruoqing came over and touched their heads, then turned around and took out a wooden box she had brought back.

Opened it.

"Sister, what's in this box?" Xiaojie came over and asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "They are all clothes."

The lid of the box was opened, revealing a set of neatly folded clothes inside. Xiaojie's eyes lit up.

He didn't bother to eat what he was holding, "Sister, do you have mine?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and pointed to one of the most colorful floral skirts: "Here, this most beautiful skirt was bought by my sister for Xiaojie."

Xiaojie looked at the floral skirt in her hand, and she was so happy that she turned around and ran out of the house to tell Mrs. Sun the good news.

Looking at the back of her cousin running away, Yang Ruoqing smiled.

Before coming back, she made a special trip to a clothing store in Rustwater Town.

The fabrics there bring together styles and materials from the east, west, north, and south.

There are also many with ethnic minority customs.

In addition to fabrics, there are also many ready-made clothes for adults and children.

Yang Ruoqing brought some back to the women at home.

At that moment, she took out the two sets of clothes she had prepared for Mr. Sun, one set of light and breathable clothes and pants, and a top with an underskirt, and then quickly went to Mr. Sun's room.

In Sun's house, Xiaojie couldn't wait for Mrs. Sun to help her put it on and try it on.

Yang Ruoqing came into the room and said to Xiaojie: "If you try it now, it might get dirty. You can wear it after you take a shower at night!"

Xiaojie then gave up and happily ran to Da Sun to tell the good news with her floral skirt in hand.

Old Mrs. Sun said: "I run around holding my skirt. My skirt will be dirty when I don't take a shower at night."

Yang Ruoqing and Sun both laughed.

Then Yang Ruoqing took out Sun's clothes and asked her to change.

Mrs. Sun touched the material of the clothes and knew it was good material as soon as she touched it.

"Qing'er, did you spend a lot of money to buy these clothes?" Mrs. Sun asked distressedly while changing.

Yang Ruoqing was helping on the side, and she pursed her lips and smiled when she heard this: "Compared to the money my daughter earns, these are nothing."

Mrs. Sun was filled with emotion.

Thinking of something, she asked Yang Ruoqing: "Is Tang Yazi okay over there? When will he have time to come back?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Whether he is good or not, I will judge for myself when my mother sees him."

"What do you mean? Tangyazi is back too?" asked Sun in shock.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded.

Sun's face suddenly showed joy.

As soon as he changed his pants, he rushed out: "I'm going to kill the chicken and call Tang Yazi over for dinner at noon!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and held her back: "It's still early for lunch, so there's no rush."

Sun said: "Then I'll wash the clothes first. When I get back from washing, I'll be ready to kill the chicken!"

Yang Ruoqing stopped again.

"Mom, please take a rest at home. I will finish washing your clothes in a moment."

"No, no, you have just arrived home and you are exhausted. How can I ask you to do laundry?"

"I'm not tired, I'm full of energy!"

Sun finally failed to defeat Yang Ruoqing.

He personally gave Yang Ruoqing a raincoat, put on a bamboo hat, and watched her leave the courtyard.

Then, Mrs. Sun quickly went back to the backyard and picked out the biggest old hen...

When Yang Ruoqing came to the pond, Aunt Guihua had already finished washing her own clothes and was washing the dirty clothes left by Mrs. Sun.

"Auntie, why should I ask you to wash it? I'll do it myself!"

Yang Ruoqing quickly squatted down.

Osmanthus asked with a smile: "You are here to do the laundry. Is your mother at home serving the noon dishes?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "I was just saying that I was going to kill the chicken."

Osmanthus laughed.

"Your mother, I've been talking about this so much that I'm hoping you can come back."

Yang Ruoqing was immersed in washing clothes, talking to Aunt Guihua about Xiaoyu's affairs in the south, and listening to Guihua talk about things in the village.

The dirty clothes were washed before you knew it.

Osmanthus stood up and said, "I'll go home to dry my clothes first, and then I'll go to your home to see your Uncle Chang Geng later."

"Good."

Yang Ruoqing responded and watched Aunt Guihua leave.

When she was about to stand up after washing the last piece of clothing, a familiar figure walked over the pond.

It's Luo Fengtang.

He carried the load behind him with one hand and held an umbrella with the other.

He walked towards this direction with steady but vigorous steps.

Raindrops flew past him, and he had been baptized by war and blood.

His original youthfulness has long since faded away, and he has completely transformed into a stern young man.

When he appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of countless young ladies and young wives by the pond.

Without squinting his eyes, he walked straight towards the end of the pond and dam, on the side of the road, to her family's compound.

Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to wave to him.

As soon as his eyes changed, he became more playful.

She squatted on the spot and pushed down the edge of the bamboo hat to prevent him from seeing her face.

Hehe, wait until he enters her house and let him get nothing.

She didn't dare to turn around, thinking that he was about to enter the courtyard, so she planned to get up.

He reached for the bamboo basket containing clean clothes behind him and found it empty.

What's going on?

She turned her head.

What caught his eye was a pair of men's shoes, pointing up to his slender legs.

Big hands carrying baskets full of clothes,

Then, she ran into a pair of smiling eyes.

Tang Yazi?

"Ah, how did you know it was me squatting here?"

She asked in surprise, then stood up.

He took one look at her fully armed appearance and chuckled.

"Young man, do you think I can't recognize you when you're dressed like this?" he said.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes: "You have really sharp eyes. It's not fun. Go home!"
Chapter completed!