"Qing'er, this Double Ninth Festival, it's time for your little nephew to go to the Nine Dynasties, right?"

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law continued to tidy up the chrysanthemums in their hands, and suddenly asked again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Yes, it's the Nine Dynasties today. The full moon will be at the end of the month, and the days go by so fast."

Indeed, life flies by quickly.

Previously, I was lamenting that all the elders had gray hair, but in a blink of an eye, a new little life was added to the family.

Sun and Yang Huazhong arrived in Qing'an County at the end of August. On the night of the last day of August, Lian'er finally felt her fetus.

According to the letter Xiao An sent home yesterday, the baby was a bit big, and Lian'er was her first child, so it was difficult to give birth.

From the birth at night to noon of the next day, the three stable mothers were helpless, and Mrs. Sun and Mother He almost collapsed.

In the end, the three men, Xiao An, Yang Huazhong and Father He, jointly decided that they could no longer give birth at home. If they continued to give birth like this, they would die!

"Our little An is quite courageous. He was able to convince my father and his father-in-law to take Lian'er to the hospital to have a baby."

Yang Ruoqing put the clean chrysanthemums into a basket, shook them vigorously a few times, and put them aside.

Then he said: "According to our usual thinking, a woman must give birth at home. She must not go out to give birth in public, let alone let a strange man see her."

"But the birth of a baby is a matter of life and death, so we can't care so much. Fortunately, Xiao An showed courage at the critical moment, otherwise..."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head. Although she received the letter the day before yesterday, when she received the letter, Lian'er had already stopped giving birth to a child, and both mother and son were in danger.

And after two more days of observation at the hospital, the family finally returned to their home. Only then, five or six days after the birth of the child, did Xiao An free up his hands to write a letter to Yang Ruoqing to report that he was safe...

But when Yang Ruoqing read the letter, she was still frightened!

Fortunately, Bodhisattva blessed us, and Lian'er and her child were lucky, and the danger was finally averted.

"Then Lian'er is really suffering this time." Wang Cuilian said, "It will be better to wait until the second child is born. Lian'er's frame is slender, and it is easy to suffer when the first child is born. It will be better after the frame is loosened."

Yang Ruoqing nodded. It's like wearing shoes. New shoes are always a little tight on the feet. If you wear them more, they will loosen up.

But for women, having children is becoming more and more relaxed, which is both a good thing and a bad thing.

Everyone who understands understands, and those who don’t understand will also understand in the future.

It’s not appropriate to go into too much detail. It’s too detailed for Li Yihe, ha.

"Qing'er, are you having a full moon party at the end of that month?" Wang Cuilian asked again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "That's what Xiao An said in the letter. He will host two tables in the restaurant, mainly to entertain Xiao An's colleagues from the Ministry of War and relatives from the He family."

Wang Cuilian asked again: "Are you going then?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while: "I will write a letter to ask Xiao An about the follow-up arrangements."

"If I bring Lian'er and her son back within the year, then I won't go."

"If I come back in the first month of next year, I will definitely make time to go there at the end of the month."

Wang Cuilian smiled and said: "Yes, let's write and ask first."

"Although Lian'er suffered a lot this time, she was reincarnated and gave birth to a big fat boy. Your parents and her parents are probably very happy!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "My parents will definitely be happy, they are all interested in it, regardless of whether they are men or women."

"However, for Uncle He and Aunt He, they are probably happier that this first born is their eldest grandson!"

The He family was in a special situation. Their only son, He Qingsong, died young. It was He Lian'er and Xiao An who supported the family.

It was agreed upon before the marriage that the first child would be male or female and the woman's surname would be the same, while the second child would follow the old Yang family.

Therefore, for the parents of the He family, this first born is the eldest grandson, which definitely makes them more excited, expectant and gratified than the eldest granddaughter.

"I feel that I will still go to Qing'an County at the end of the month. If nothing goes wrong, the young couple will not return to Changping Village within the year."

Yang Ruoqing then analyzed this with Wang Cuilian.

"Why?" Wang Cuilian was puzzled.

"Is it because the child is too young and suffers from bumpy roads?" Wang Cuilian asked again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "That's almost the reason."

But the main reason should be who the father is and who the mother is.

As for the reason, Yang Ruoqing didn't want to say it, but she wouldn't blame her father or mother because it was human nature.

"Auntie, the petals for making chrysanthemum cakes are almost finished. I'm going to wash and dry them first. I'll come back later to trim the chrysanthemums."

"Okay, you go."

At noon, on the Luo family's dinner table, there were not only chicken, duck, fish, meat and prawns, but also chrysanthemum cakes made by Yang Ruoqing.

It's lightly sweet, made into the shape of a chrysanthemum, and wrapped with honey coconut filling.

Yang Ruoqing brought Lao Yangtou and Tan to the Luo family to celebrate the Double Ninth Festival together.

It won't work if I don't take it over. My fourth uncle is at the Taoist temple and didn't come back during the festival. He only came back for dinner.

Uncle Wu didn't come back.

Of the cousins ​​in the big room, only the third cousin and the younger cousin are at home.

The third cousin also works in the Taoist temple, and the younger cousin cannot count on him.

During the period when Yang Huazhong and Sun were away, Yu Xingkui cooked three meals a day for Old Yangtou.

For Mr. Tan, the fourth room comes to deliver meals and groceries.

Therefore, as the married daughter of the third wife, Yang Ruoqing naturally took over the responsibilities of her father Yang Huazhong and gave Yu Xingkui a holiday on the Double Ninth Festival and asked him to return to Yujiacun to spend the festival with his family.

The old man and the old lady were taken to the Luo family for a festive meal.

At the dinner table, Blacksmith Luo and Old Yangtou were chatting there.

"Old Uncle Yang, I still can't give you this wine today. You are currently on the third course of treatment. After these three courses of treatment and you have recovered, I will definitely drink with you to your heart's content!"

Old Yangtou nodded repeatedly: "My fourth child said that he will accompany me to the county town tomorrow to start the third course of treatment. When the third course of treatment is over and the Chinese New Year comes, we will drink it every day!"

On the other side of the table, Wang Cuilian was inviting Mr. Tan to eat vegetables and chrysanthemum cakes.

Mrs. Tan looked at the plate of chrysanthemum cakes with admiration in her eyes.

"The cake looks beautiful and tastes good, sweet but not greasy." The old lady took two bites and praised it without hesitation.

The old lady's compliment was really surprising and unexpected.

Because this old lady is notoriously picky.

"Qing'er, you must have made a lot of chrysanthemum cakes today, right? There should be more than one plate on this table, right?" Tan suddenly asked Yang Ruoqing again.

Yang Ruoqing was peeling shrimp shells for the two children when she suddenly heard Tan's words and was stunned for a moment.

Then he said with a smile: "Grandma, just eat it with all your heart. No matter how much, it will definitely satisfy you!"

But Mrs. Tan waved her hand: "No, no, I didn't mean that. I have a small appetite."

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, what does that mean?

Could it be that you want to...?

Sure enough, in the next moment, Mrs. Tan got straight to the point and said: "Well, if there are extra pancakes, can you pick up a few and wrap them up? Your father will go to the county town tomorrow and ask him to take them to your aunt so that she can try them too.
Chapter completed!