Yang Huamei thought about Yang Ruoqing's words and then smiled.

"Qing'er, what you said is really what happened," she said.

"I think back when I was in my parents' house, I was a master who didn't even bother to help him when the oil pot fell in front of him. He didn't know how to do any work except eating, drinking and defecating."

"After arriving at my mother-in-law's house, in the first year, I still only knew how to eat, drink, and defecate. Speaking of this, I have to praise my mother-in-law again. She is so kind to me and so tolerant. She even saved the family's rations for me to eat.

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"Later, after I gave birth to a child, I gradually started to be sensible. When your child wets his pants, is so hungry that he cries, or becomes sick, then you, the mother, will start to get anxious."

"I was worried about myself, so I gradually learned to wash, cook and take care of the housework. Now, my mother-in-law is gone and there is no one around to help me, the young and old of the family,"

"Washing, cooking, tending the vegetable garden, feeding chickens, ducks, pigs and geese, in which of these am I lagging behind?" Yang Huamei asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded in agreement: "Auntie, you are indeed good at everything now. You are not lagging behind others when it comes to women's duties in farmers' households. The two boys are studying in the town, and the food and daily living in the rented house are also taken care of.

You take care of everything very well."

Yang Huamei said: "It's okay if you don't take care of it. If the two children don't go to school and do farm work at home with their father, it won't be a problem. If the clothes, shoes and socks are dirty, just be dirty. It's not unusual."

"But when you study in a college in the town, you have to be clean and tidy. I heard them come back and said that once a student spit in class and was scolded by the teacher, saying that students should take the initiative to behave well..."

Yang Huamei and Yang Ruoqing laughed together.

This is really only in the classroom, in the eyes of the old master, there are these rules.

Really in front of the street vendors in Wa City and in the fields in the countryside, the men and women were very rough when talking and working.

The man who makes dough for fried dough sticks at the gate of Wa City rolls up his sleeves to expose his arms. When his palms are dry and not lubricated enough, and he is reluctant to add oil, he spits into his two palms, rubs his hands together, and then picks up the dough and kneads it.

Pinch, throw and beat...

Darling, those steamed buns are big and white, and they cost only a penny each. How many people lined up to buy them!

There were also the men and women working in the fields, spitting while talking, and some of them made loud and clear sounds when they pressed their noses.

Pinch your nose with your thumb and index finger, cut off a piece of mucus and throw it out in the air. Then wipe your sticky fingers on the toes of your shoes, OK!

Therefore, the toe caps of many villagers are covered in black and a circle of sticky stuff, which I can’t bear to look at...

"Hey, I am a scholar, gentle and fastidious." Yang Ruoqing recovered her thoughts and said with a smile.

Yang Huamei also nodded: "It's really important. It would be wonderful if the old master came to our village or to the Wa Market!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "So, everything in this world is out of sight."

What is invisible to the eyes is always the cleanest. If everything must be seen clearly and thoroughly, then it’s over and don’t live anymore.

The aunt and nephew chatted while washing, and Yang Huamei's mood improved a lot unconsciously.

Yang Ruoqing didn't have a lot of clothes, so she finished washing them as she spoke.

He glanced at the dirty clothes in Yang Huamei's bucket next to him. Many of them were Wang Hongquan and Wang Shuanzi's underwear.

Yang Ruoqing then reached for a pair of children's shoes nearby: "Auntie, let me clean your shoes."

Yang Huamei said: "No, there are still guests staying at your house. Once you've finished washing, go back and accompany the guests. I'll wash myself slowly. There's no rush anyway."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "My aunt and my mother-in-law are with Mrs. Zuo. Besides, my mother is cooking at noon and I invite Mrs. Zuo to come over for dinner, so I'm not busy right now. I can help you wash some so you can come back early."

Let’s go home and have lunch!”

Yang Huamei smiled gratefully and followed Yang Ruoqing.

"By the way, Qing'er, have you been to my old house these days?" Yang Huamei suddenly asked again.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I went to the old house to invite my grandma over for dinner on the sixth day of the first lunar month for my birthday. I haven't been there even once these days."

I used to like visiting the old house because Uncle Wu's family was there, and Sister Bame and the others also lived there.

Now that the fifth uncle and the second brother's family have moved to a new house on the road at the entrance of the village, Yang Ruoqing naturally goes there less.

If it weren't for the fact that he wanted to visit his third sister-in-law Zhao Liu'er and Xiao Yaya, Yang Ruoqing probably wouldn't have bothered if she didn't go for a month.

"No wonder you didn't know." Yang Huamei said.

"What do you know?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.

Yang Huamei said: "In the past two days, your aunt and Fu'er have moved to the backyard to be neighbors with the young boy and his crazy wife!"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows: "What, aunt is going to serve that crazy wife and accompany her to give birth?"

Yang Huamei shook her head: "It's not that your aunt is waiting for that crazy daughter-in-law to give birth, but that your aunt's room in the front yard needs to be freed up for Li Xiuxin's own mother to live in."

"Li Xiuxin is happy again. I don't know what she whispered in Yongxian's ears. Yongxian plans to wait until the house is tidied up in two days, then go to Lijiacun to take Li's mother to live there, so that it can be convenient to take care of Li Xiuxin.

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"Ah? Xiu'er is only half a year old, and she's pregnant again? This... this is too fast!" Yang Ruoqing said in surprise.

Yang Huamei said: "I've asked the doctor to check my pulse and confirm that I haven't had my period for a month."

Yang Ruoqing did the math and said, "Then the second child in Li Xiuxin's belly is about the same month as my cousin Xiaojie."

"What? Xiaojie is pregnant too?" Yang Huamei asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Yes, I have just been diagnosed, and I am only a few months old, so I don't dare to tell anyone outside. Only my family knows."

Yang Huamei grinned, "That's right, Xiaojie. I just entered my husband's house at the beginning of the twelfth lunar month two years ago, and I got pregnant so quickly. I'm so confident."

"Speaking of which, Xiaojie's figure and ass look like she's fertile. Is your aunt overjoyed?" she asked again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded: "That's for sure. Xiaojie has been left to live at her parents' house during this period. I rack my brains every day and don't know what good things to give Xiaojie to eat."

"It's just that Xiaojie's happiness syndrome is a bit serious. Except for pickled cucumber strips, she can't eat anything else and makes her vomit when she smells it."

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, Yang Huamei's eyes shone brightly, and her voice became excited as she spoke: "I like to eat pickled cucumber strips. Youdao is a sour girl. I was the same way when I was pregnant with Dabai and Xiaohei.
Chapter completed!