The weather is hot, and stewing turtle soup will make people's nostrils bleed and make people angry.

So Yang Ruoqing raised the old turtle first and planned to wait until it rained before stewing it.

I took the time to go to Tianxiang Tower with Luo Fengtang in several places in Qing'an County to inspect the situation. When I came back, I went to Xu Mang's place for a small gathering. By the time I returned to the village again, a few days had passed.

The roadside is full of paddy fields, and the newly planted seedlings are swaying gently in the wind. Looking from a distance, the field of vision is full of green, setting off a green ripple, as magnificent as the sea, which makes people open-minded and happy.

Pleasure.

Yang Ruoqing did not stay in the carriage, but came to the front and sat side by side with Luo Fengtang, who was driving the carriage. The speed was relatively slow, so the oil-paper umbrella in her hand was held firmly, spreading a cool shade over the heads of the two of them.

While passing by a gurgling ditch nearby, Yang Ruoqing suddenly pointed somewhere: "Tangyaozi, look, the man sitting over there is Brother Jie from our village?"

Brother Jie is the son of Zhu Dafu, an old carpenter in Changping Village.

Zhu Dafu is good at carpentry, and the furniture he makes is both practical and exquisite. Whenever someone from ten miles and eight villages gets married or has a daughter-in-law, they like to ask him to help make furniture.

Zhu Dafu relied on his skillful hands to feed his family. Even during the lean years every year, Zhu Dafu and his family did not have to go hungry.

Because of this, the three sons of Zhu Dafu's family all married wives at the right age.

Even the younger son Jie Ge, who had his brain damaged due to a knock from a child and was a little confused when he grew up, got married and started a business. His wife was a girl from Jinjia Village in front of him. She was pregnant when she entered the house and was about to give birth.

Following Yang Ruoqing's guidance, Luo Fengtang looked over and nodded: "It is indeed Brother Jie."

"It's noon, why are you sitting there if Brother Jie doesn't go home for dinner?" Yang Ruoqing muttered, patting Luo Fengtang on the shoulder: "Stop a moment, I'll go over and ask."

We all live in the same village. Brother Jie is not very bright. Zhu Dafu is very popular in the village. The Luo family and the Yang family have also asked him to make furniture. Yang Ruoqing felt it necessary to go over and inquire about the situation in both public and private matters.

Luo Fengtang stopped the car and Yang Ruoqing jumped out and came to the ditch.

The water in the ditch flows from the pond at the entrance of the village. It goes all the way down the channel. When it reaches a corner, there is a corner. Due to the slope problem, the water flow is very fast. The water in the upstream flows down quickly and hits the rocks below, gurgling.

Soaking is like boiling water in a pot, it is very enjoyable.

Brother Jie was guarding here with his legs crossed. There was a bamboo basket beside him, with a piece of red cloth hanging on top of the basket.

At this time, the red cloth was lifted, revealing neatly arranged noodles and eggs.

There were many broken noodles scattered on the ground outside the basket.

When Yang Ruoqing came over, she happened to see Brother Jie grabbing an egg and smashing it on the ground. He broke open the shell and poured the yolk and egg liquid into the rushing water. The yolk rolled and fell straight down the rushing water...

Brother Jie buried his head, grabbed the eggs in the basket and continued to knock them...

Yang Ruoqing was stunned by his operation.

"Brother Jie, what are you doing?"

Brother Jie recognized Yang Ruoqing and grinned at her: "I'll cook noodles for my wife and crack some more poached eggs..."

Forehead……

Can egg noodles be cooked this way?

It seems that she is ignorant...

"Brother Jie, who taught you how to cook like this?" She suppressed a smile, squatted down next to her, and asked again.

Brother Jie said seriously: "It's my mother-in-law. Yesterday my wife gave birth to a baby. This morning my father asked me to catch a rooster to announce the good news to my husband's family. My mother-in-law gave me a basket of noodles and eggs, and taught me

I'll cook it for my wife when I come back."

"I don't know how to cook. My mother-in-law taught me how to put boiling water into a pot. When the water bubbles, it's boiling. Look, Qing'er, how happy the water bubbles up..."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the eggs again.

He is really a man who loves his wife so much that he is willing to give her eggs.

His hand was empty because Yang Ruoqing had already carried the basket to the other side.

Brother, eggs and noodles are not so messy!

"Brother Jie, this is not how noodles are cooked. You should go home first and let your mother teach you step by step." Yang Ruoqing said.

Brother Jie waved his hands indifferently: "No need, I've learned everything. I just cooked five poached eggs for my wife..."

"Oh? Is that noodles ready?"

"alright."

"Where?"

"This...hey, they were still there before. How did they run away while they were talking to you?"

Brother Jie stood up and looked around, but found nothing.

He scratched the back of his head, and there seemed to be a knot in his head.

"Brother Jie, you have to cook noodles in a pot at home. The water flows downwards and won't wash away at once. You should go home quickly!"

She handed over the basket, and Brother Jie took it, carried it in his hand and walked toward the village, muttering as he walked, scratching his head and scratching his head, and couldn't figure out what this meant...

Yang Ruoqing returned to the carriage and told Luo Fengtang about the situation.

Luo Fengtang couldn't help laughing.

"He is still able to marry a wife like this, and she has given birth to a son for him. Brother Jie is also a foolish man with foolish blessings." He said.

Yang Ruoqing also sighed helplessly, "Brother Jie's wife's natal family is having a hard time. I married Brother Jie because I fell in love with Zhu Dafu because of his craftsmanship and the family was starving. Zhu Dafu is also kind and takes good care of my little daughter-in-law's natal family. Every year, there is a shortage of jobs.

They always send rice, grain and noodles there. I heard that during festivals and festivals, the three daughters-in-law go back to their parents’ homes to give gifts, and the gifts Zhu Dafu puts in the baskets of the three daughters-in-law are different.”

"If a bowl of water is not kept level, are you not afraid of the other two sons and daughters-in-law making trouble?" Luo Fengtang drove the car calmly and asked casually.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "People are selfish, and dissatisfaction is definitely there, but we don't dare to make a fuss. Who makes Zhu Dafu the mainstay of the family in his prime? He can still control the situation at the moment, but he will not be able to control it in the future.

, I guess Brother Jie’s son is also old, and when the time comes, the family will be divided and everyone will live their own life, which will be fine.”

"Yeah," Luo Fengtang nodded: "It's pity for the parents in the world."

When I first entered the house, Blacksmith Luo was drying wheat in the front yard.

"Are you back? Qing'er, your father has come to see you several times in the past few days. He probably has something to discuss with you. I can't tell the day when you will come back at the moment. Just before, he came here again.

See if you guys come back..."

Yang Ruoqing had just jumped out of the car and said hello to Blacksmith Luo when she heard this, and couldn't help but look at each other with Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang said: "My father-in-law is looking for me so urgently. There must be something urgent. Qing'er, please go over first. I'll park the carriage and go find you."
Chapter completed!