"Your aunt has tried all the tricks on the surface, but they don't work, but I don't think they will give up easily. They may use some dark means to promote this matter. You'd better remind Ning Su.

Come on, be careful and don’t let it dry.”

When leaving Ning Mansion, Yu arrived at the door. Yang Ruoqing held Yu's hand and whispered a reminder.

Yu nodded seriously, feeling grateful in her heart.

Only her best friend, who has grown to be as affectionate as a sister, would remind her so much of her sincerely. Anyone else would have wanted to see her joke.

"I am sensible, Qing'er, thank you for coming to see me and staying with me for so long." Yu's face was full of sincerity, and there was still some reluctance.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Take care of yourself and the children. I'm going back to the restaurant first. Ping'er is still sick."

Yu followed a few steps closer, "Do you want me to help Ping'er find a doctor? I know several famous doctors in Qing'an County..."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "No, you are pregnant and it is not suitable to travel around. I will take care of Ping'er. After these two days, we will return to the village."

Yu hummed, and asked the others around her to come over one after another to say goodbye to Yang Ruoqing.

Looking at these three children of different heights, Yang Ruoqing's eyes were full of smiles.

"Uncle Changgen and Aunt Guihua didn't come here. They would be happy to see their three sons growing up so well."

When she mentioned her parents, Yu couldn't help but feel sadness and self-blame on her face.

"I'm unfilial, marrying so far away, I can't take care of Mrs. Guo in front of me..."

Yang Ruoqing patted Yu's hand: "Aunt Guihua had guessed that you would say this. She asked me to tell you not to think too much. Your sister-in-law and younger siblings are at home and everything is fine. You should take good care of yourself and your children.

Live a good life with Ning Su, and she and Uncle Chang Gen will live a stable life at home."

Yu nodded gently.

"Also, when you are about to give birth, you must send a message back in advance. They will come to accompany you." Yang Ruoqing added.

Yu nodded again.

Yang Ruoqing took one last look at her three sons and told the eldest son: "You are the eldest son, so you should share more of your mother's worries."

The eldest son is already eleven years old. His facial features are exactly the same as Ning Su's. He stands there with his back straight and looks like a very energetic young man.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's instructions, he looked solemn, "Don't worry, Aunt Qing'er, I will definitely take good care of my mother and two younger brothers."

Yang Ruoqing smiled with satisfaction, and Yu looked at her son with a face filled with joy.

"Qing'er, let me pack up the things you brought to my parents later and send them to Xianglou tomorrow?"

"Okay, you pack it up and I will bring it back to your parents when I return to the village."

…

"Where did the gift come from on the table? Could it be that Huahua has been here?"

In the guest room, Ping'er was sitting on the bed, fully clothed, and there were two piles of gifts on the table in front of the bed.

Ping'er glanced at the things on the table and smiled weakly at Yang Ruoqing: "Well, Huahua and Gu Zhihua just left."

Yang Ruoqing came to the table and looked at the gifts on the table, brown sugar, donkey hide gelatin, candied dates...

"I really don't want to see them both." Ping'er murmured.

Yang Ruoqing took off her gloves and sat down beside the bed: "If they want to visit, let them visit. When your illness gets better, we will go back to the village. Don't worry about whether Huahua's life will be good or bad in the future.

, if you can raise her and get her married, your job has been completed."

Ping'er nodded lightly: "Even if I want to worry, I can't help. Huahua is old and has her own ideas. Besides, I'm not the biological mother in the first place. I'm just the maid next to her biological mother. It's not easy to interfere too much."

many."

Yang Ruoqing poured a bowl of hot water for Ping'er: "Here, drink more water. Have you had lunch?"

"Well, I've eaten. Your fifth uncle sent it here. He's so kind." Ping'er drank some water, raised her head and said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

Ping'er said again: "From what Gu Zhihua said earlier, I probably guessed that you came with me yesterday. He was afraid of offending you, Mrs. Gaoming. If you hadn't come to Qing'an County, the two of them would probably

You will never come to visit me again."

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corners of her lips: "This kind of person is so good at maneuvering, I won't annoy him, because he has nothing to do with me, and he doesn't have any other friendships."

Ping'er nodded, asked Yang Ruoqing some questions about the rain, then took medicine and rested.

Two days later, Ping'er's health was much better, Yu also sent someone to deliver a carriage full of gifts, and Yang Ruoqing and the others set off back to Changping Village.

Before leaving, Yang Ruoqing asked Ping'er: "I'm going back this time. I don't know when I will meet Huahua next time. Do you want to go say hello to her?"

Ping'er shook her head decisively: "I'm not going, it's boring. Let's go home."

…

Changping Village.

When Yang Ruoqing and their carriage were driving on the road leading to the village entrance, they saw a crowd of people under the old maple tree from a distance.

"What day is this? Why is it so lively?" Yang Ruoqing stuck her head out and asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "There is a stage set up under the old maple tree, as if we are going to sing an opera."

"Singing an opera? It's already mid-February, spring plowing has begun, and it's not the first month of the year. Who invited the opera troupe?" Yang Ruoqing was a little puzzled, but she was also more curious.

In the past few years, every year during the first month of the year, she would spend her own money to invite a troupe to come over and sing operas for the villagers to entertain the public.

She was not at home in the first month of last year, so she didn't invite her. She originally planned to invite her in the first month of this year, but several village elders sat together and calculated that the village suffered a snowstorm in the twelfth lunar month last year, and there were also deaths. Huosheng also committed suicide at the beginning of the first lunar month. In the first lunar month of this year,

There are no more big operas in the village.

Yang Ruoqing thought it was reasonable, so she and Luo Fengtang made a plan to use the money from the opera troupe to subsidize several families who were affected by the snowstorm years ago, so that they could improve their conditions.

So, who has violated the wishes of the village elders and invited a troupe to sing a opera at the entrance of the village?

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the yard, and Yang Ruoqing and Ping'er got out of the carriage.

Ping'er said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, you and Tang Yazi have worked hard this time, so I'll go back first."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Remember, we were lucky on the road. Live a good life when you get back. Don't worry about things that shouldn't be yours. Don't do thankless things."

Ping'er nodded, turned and left.

Yang Ruoqing glanced under the old maple tree again, then turned and entered the yard.

Wang Cuilian and Blacksmith Luo were both at home. When they saw them coming back, they quickly went out to help lead the horses and get things.

Yang Ruoqing quickly asked them about the theater at the entrance of the village.

Wang Cuilian said: "It's your cousin Yongxian who has come back. He paid for the troupe to entertain us villagers!"

The troupe hired by Yang Yongxian?
Chapter completed!