Mu Zichuan nodded slightly, with a hint of expectation and yearning in his eyes.

"Well, after hearing what you said, I really want to go out and take a look, walk around, enjoy the spring scenery, and see this beautiful spring scenery." He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes, in the past you have been studying in the classroom for so many years, or you would stay in the room and review, not hearing anything outside the window."

"Now that you have passed the entrance examination and have been appreciated by Mr. Zhang, the Grand Scholar of the Cabinet, your career can be considered ideal."

"In this rare holiday, just relax and relax," she said.

Mu Zichuan said: "Well, that's exactly what I thought. But,"

"Qing'er, can you go with me for an outing to see the peach blossoms?"

He looked at her expectantly, his eyes full of invitations.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flickered slightly, then she smiled.

"Of course."

"In the past few years, Tang Yazi and I were busy taking care of business and the other was busy handling military affairs, and we never relaxed."

"When are you going to go for an outing? Just make a date and we can go together."

Hearing her words, the smile on Mu Zichuan's face was a little embarrassed.

There was a bitter taste in my heart.

This girl has to take Luo Fengtang with her wherever she goes. Is this the legendary story of a woman singing along with her husband?

Their relationship... seems to be getting better and better.

Widow Liu came in.

Yang Ruoqing stood up and said, "Godmother, I will cook dinner at night, and you and Zichuan will go to my place for dinner."

Widow Liu smiled and said, "Qing'er, there's no need to be so polite."

Yang Ruoqing said: "You guys have just arrived home today. Don't cook dinner at night. Come to my place. I won't prepare more dishes, but just prepare a few dishes to go with the meal. Let's have a good time together as a family."

Widow Liu couldn't refuse and felt Yang Ruoqing's sincerity, so she agreed.

"Okay, we will definitely go there at night," she said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled with satisfaction, then turned to look at Mu Zichuan, "Then I'll go back first and see you in the evening."

At night, Yang Ruoqing cooked herself and cooked a sumptuous dinner with Wang Cuilian to entertain the Mu family mother and son.

Yang Huazhong and Sun also came to accompany him.

The mother and son of the Mu family were not empty-handed. They brought many local specialties from the capital and bought Luo Baobao several new toys that were popular in the capital.

Everyone was eating, drinking, talking and laughing.

After the meal, I made tea and put melon seeds on the table.

Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang were talking to Mu Zichuan about topics of concern to men.

Widow Liu was surrounded by Mrs. Sun and other women, talking about topics that interested women.

It's fun.

…

Early in the morning, before Luo Fengtang even got up, Blacksmith Luo came over.

"Tangyao, Qing'er, are you awake? Something happened!" He called from the window outside the house.

Both of them woke up at the same time. Luo Fengtang didn't even bother to put on his coat and went straight over to open the window.

"Uncle, what's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.

Because in the house, Baby Luo is still sleeping.

"In the middle of the night last night, someone from Zhoujiacun came and said that your uncle climbed down the firewood building and fell off the ladder. The situation was not good," Blacksmith Luo said.

"Ah?" Luo Fengtang was startled.

"So what's going on now?" he asked.

Blacksmith Luo said: "I came here to tell you that I have to go to Zhoujia Village as soon as possible."

Luo Fengtang said: "Uncle, go and drive the carriage to the roadside first. I'll wash up and come right away. Let's go together."

Yang Ruoqing was in bed and heard all this clearly.

After Blacksmith Luo left, Luo Fengtang turned around and entered the bathroom. She quickly got out of bed and found a set of clothes for him to prepare there.

During breakfast and lunch, Wang Cuilian and Mrs. Sun were talking about this matter.

Yang Ruoqing held Baby Luo and walked around.

I heard Luo Fengtang say that the Zhou family was very poor in the past. They only had four low houses with firewood and other things stored behind the pig pen.

Zhou Xia secretly returned to Qing'an County last year and secretly took Luo Da'e and his wife to an inn in Qing'an County for a meeting.

After quietly giving the couple a sum of money, the Zhou family suddenly turned around.

More than 20 acres of land were purchased, the old house was bulldozed, and the grand courtyard was restored.

There are main rooms and east and west wings.

Luo Da'e was envious of the lofts of the wealthy people in the town, and even built a floor above the west wing to make a loft.

The other party’s sundries and firewood and so on.

Moreover, the family also hired a woman to cook and wash clothes, and bought two maids to serve Zhou Xia's brother Zhou Wang.

"Hey, why did you fall off the ladder? We villagers can climb ladders to get anything, and everything is stable." Wang Cuilian sighed.

Mrs. Sun also looked regretful, shook her head and said: "Since we have built a two-story attic, we should install a strong wooden ladder."

"Otherwise, it would be like us, with a one-story house on the ground. It would be so safe. Oh, this uncle from the Zhou family is so pitiful!"

Yang Ruoqing held her child and listened silently.

It's almost noon, and Tang Yazi and the others will probably be back soon.

I hope Uncle Zhou can save the day. The man in my memory cannot even be beaten with eighteen sticks.

Luo Daye and Zhou Xia, mother and daughter, take care of everything in the Zhou family, big and small.

I hope honest people can get some mercy from God.

At noon, I didn't expect Tang Yazi and his wife, but I did expect a letter from the capital.

The handwriting on the envelope belongs to Yun Niang.

Yang Ruoqing frowned. She sent a quarterly letter to report on Haitangxuan's operating conditions. It was only the middle of the month. This letter reporting on work was half a month early!

After handing the child to Sun and the others, Yang Ruoqing returned to the house and sat down to open the letter.

The letter paper was just a thin piece of paper, but the few words written by Liao Liao made Yang Ruoqing's heart sink suddenly.

…

When Luo Fengtang came back, he saw Yang Ruoqing sitting at the table as soon as he entered the room, holding his temple with one hand and frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.

The other hand was placed on his lap, holding a piece of letter paper between his fingers.

When she heard the sound of him entering the door, she came back to her senses.

"How is uncle Zhou's situation?" she asked quickly.

Luo Fengtang's face was a little solemn and he slowly shook his head.

"He hit his head. When my uncle and I went there, he was speechless."

"All the doctors from Yihechun in town have been invited, but there is no way."

"Looking at the situation, I probably won't survive tonight."

He lowered his head and said, "My aunt comes from a womanly family, and she is just looking around and crying. She has no one to care about."

"Cousin Zhou Wang is also young and has not experienced these things. My uncle sent me back first to prepare for the funeral. He stayed there to keep my aunt company."

After hearing what he said, Yang Ruoqing bit her lip.

"Are you tired? Sit down and rest for a while, and I'll pour you a bowl of tea." She said, turning around to pour him tea.

"When I left, my uncle held my sleeve." Luo Fengtang continued.
Chapter completed!