Hearing Sun's words, Yang Ruoqing frowned slightly.

"Whether Li Xiuxin can be allowed to come in early is up to grandma and grandma, and none of us have any say," she said.

"What's more, when we discussed the marriage with Liao and Li, we had agreed that the Liao girl would be the first wife to enter the house first, and Li Xiuxin would come after giving birth to the baby. If the baby wants to be born in advance, then she should be born in advance.

Come on, this doesn’t conflict with the date of entry, so there’s no need to enter early!”

Over there, Xiaohua couldn't help but interjected, "I really got in early. I deliberately wanted to overwhelm the Liao family."

"Then when the hall sister-in-law comes in, Li Xiu's heart will always press against the hall sister-in-law, and the whole house will be restless, which is not good for anyone." Xiaohua added.

"This Li Xiuxin is becoming less and less of a thing. Just because she got pregnant with our Yongxian baby first," Mrs. Liu continued to denounce,

"It's as if no one can give birth to a baby. Don't you think about the fact that you didn't even lay an egg for two years after entering Lao Yang's house?"

"Let me say something harsh again. Whether that baby is our Yongxian's son or not is another question. I think Li Xiuxin was conceived in her mother's home..."

"Fourth siblings!"

Mrs. Sun drank lightly and stopped Mrs. Liu.

"Fourth brother and sister, there are some things you shouldn't say nonsense." Mrs. Sun's face relaxed and she said seriously.

"If these words are heard by outsiders, or by Qing'er's grandma, it will be terrible!" Ms. Sun warned again.

Mrs. Liu curled her lips and her eyes flashed.

The speaker has no intention of listening, but the listener has the intention. Yang Ruoqing and Xiaohua looked at each other, and their minds were moved.

After Mrs. Liu had finished eating and drinking with a bag of snacks and left, Xiaohua closed the courtyard door and came back. She said to Yang Ruoqing, "Although the fourth aunt has a big mouth, she can't say anything without thinking. But what she said before seems...

A little bit..."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Xiaohua and muttered, "Nothing is absolute. After Li Xiuxin left our first cousin, she did leave another family in the middle."

"And when I did the wedding ceremony with my eldest brother, I made him drunk, so it happened in a daze."

"My eldest brother is a scholar. I am relatively reserved and restrained. I am even more ashamed to talk about that..."

"So he only talked about the situation at that time vaguely, and didn't go into details. So this child... I hope the eldest brother doesn't want to be a father!"

"Sister, what does it mean to be a father?" Xiaohua asked a little confused.

Mr. Sun next to him looked obviously a little confused about this word.

Because "happy to be a father" is considered auspicious words to them, but Qing'er used it in this place, with a teasing tone, so Sun and Xiaohua were a little confused.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Happiness to be a father literally means congratulations, but after being twisted, it means that the child is not his. He married a wife and picked up a cheap child, so he is happy to be a father."

If that was the case, Sun and Xiaohua smiled awkwardly.

Sun said to Yang Ruoqing, "Qing'er, when you came back from Qing'an County, did you bring anything for your grandparents?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Of course I brought it with me, and I even drew lots for everyone!"

"Draw lots?" Sun and Xiaohua were both interested.

The villagers believe in this. Every year in the first month of the year, they go to the temple to burn incense and pray, and they draw lots.

"Well, I drew many kinds of fortunes, fortunes, peace, marriage, and so on. There are all kinds of them."

As Yang Ruoqing spoke, she took off a bulging purse hanging from her waist, took out a large roll of signatures folded together, and placed it on the table.

"Everyone has one except Feng'er. I wrote their names on everyone's signatures." Yang Ruoqing added.

Children begin to have fortunes after they are five years old and have their own destiny. Before that, children's fortunes and other things follow the fortunes of their parents.

That's why Yang Ruoqing didn't draw lots for Feng'er.

"Mom, Xiaohua, please take your time and watch. I went to the old house to deliver the things I bought for my grandparents. There is a pound of fermented rice cake. I have to eat it while it is hot at night, otherwise it may taste bad tomorrow.

"

Yang Ruoqing said to Sun.

I went to deliver something to Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan. Since they were my grandparents, I didn’t have to worry about whether I could deliver them in the morning or visit them in the afternoon. I didn’t have to worry about going there at night.

Sun said, "Okay, you go ahead and I'll ask Xiaohua and Xiaoduo to read the signature to me."

Yang Ruoqing knew that my mother's thoughts were all focused on the signature and she must not care about anything else, so she said hello to Luo Baobao and left.

Old Yang's old house.

Yang Ruoqing saw that her third cousin Yang Yongzhi and several craftsmen were busy renovating the three rooms of her first cousin Yang Yongxian.

Yang Ruoqing said hello to Yang Yongzhi and walked straight in.

As soon as he stepped into the small side door of the backyard, he saw Ms. Liu standing at the door of the west room, looking towards the east room opposite, her eyes brighter than a lantern.

In the east room, the voices of Tan and Lao Yangtou were heard talking. Tan's mood was obviously a little excited, and the decibel level suddenly increased uncontrollably. Then he realized something and lowered his voice again.

Go down.

"Qing'er, come, come, come here!"

Mrs. Liu whispered to Yang Ruoqing like a secret agent and waved.

Yang Ruoqing came to the door of the West House and asked, "What are grandma and grandma doing?"

Ms. Liu curled her lips excitedly and said, "You came just in time. Your grandparents are quarreling about Yongxian and Li Xiuxin."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, turned around and left, but was pulled back by Mrs. Liu again.

"Qing'er, what do you have in this basket?" she asked again.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mrs. Liu and said, "Rice cake."

Then he pulled Mrs. Liu's hand away from the basket, turned around and walked straight towards the east room.

"Qing'er, wait for me." Ms. Liu shouted in a low voice and quickly ran after her.

"Qing'er, take me in with you." He took Yang Ruoqing's hand and said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing quickly threw her hand away, "Fourth Aunt, what did your hand hold just now? Why is it sticky?"

Mrs. Liu was startled for a moment, then she twisted her waist with laughter, "I just wiped out the snot from my nose, but don't worry, I wiped my hand on the shoe, it's not dirty."

Yang Ruoqing's eyes fell from Mrs. Liu's hands to the shoes on her feet that were so dirty that the color could no longer be distinguished, and her stomach lurched.

"Fourth Aunt, you really need to change this bad habit of yours, it's so dirty!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Mrs. Liu said disapprovingly, "Hey, what's so dirty about this? You haven't seen those people in town who make steamed buns and buns, guarding a big vat and kneading dough, and all the sweat on their bodies falls into the dough."

"Knead your palms until they are dry, then spit on the palms to moisten them and then continue to rub them. Let's eat the steamed buns they made. Isn't this pretty good? Out of sight, out of mind!" Mrs. Liu said.

Yang Ruoqing's head was full of black lines, "You have so many fallacies that I'm too lazy to tell you. Anyway, just don't touch me with your hands!"
Chapter completed!