In response, Yang Ruoqing smiled lightly.

"No matter how Huahua views this matter when she grows up, or how she views our old Yang family,"

"We are taking her in and taking care of her now purely because she is a child, and children are innocent."

"We have a clear conscience. If she is blinded by hatred and resents us, she will only make herself more miserable, and no one can save her." Yang Ruoqing said.

It's enough if you do everything you need to do.

Ping'er's attitude was unusually firm, saying: "No, absolutely not. Huahua is a kind and sensible child by nature."

"Besides, I am raising her now, and I will teach her well and let her follow the right path," she said.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "Sister Ping'er, you are also a kind person. God will not let you down if you are a kind person."

Ping'er lowered her eyes, a trace of sadness flashed across her face.

"I don't dare to ask God to live up to my expectations. I just hope that I can spend the rest of my life in a down-to-earth manner without any more changes," she said.

"There will definitely be variables." Yang Ruoqing said.

Ping'er raised her eyes in shock, a trace of panic flashing across her eyes.

"What's the variable?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "You are nineteen this year, no matter whether you are in our village or a big family in the city,"

"Presumably you should be getting married at your age, but you are still single, so the variable is getting married!" she said.

However, Ping'er used to be the maid kept by the Zhou family in the house. The maids of wealthy families were usually reserved for the master.

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but look up at Ping'er.

I wonder if Ping'er, who is so gentle, kind and clever, has been defiled by that old beast Yang Wenxuan who has already beheaded her head?

Ping'er seemed a little embarrassed as she could tell what Yang Ruoqing was thinking.

"I am a son of the family, and my mother was the wife's maid, and later she died."

"My father was an alcoholic. After marrying my stepmother, my life in the mansion became even more miserable. It was my wife who showed some compassion and took me into her house to train me. This is the main reason why I don't want to give up Huahua now."

Pinger whispered.

"Madam raised me up. I know what Madam planned. She probably wanted to keep me in the house and leave it to the master at first."

"Because I am Madam's confidant, but Madam is also a very troubled person."

"She wanted to use my youth to help her win the master's heart, but at the same time she was worried that I would endanger her status and betray her."

"Amidst such conflicts and entanglements, I have never been formally admitted to the house, let alone served the master."

"Until I was nineteen years old, until now the Yang family in Yuncheng has been destroyed,"

"In the eyes of people under the Yang family in the past, but now in the eyes of many people in the village, I am the aunt of a wealthy family."

"But actually, I'm still an old girl..." Ping'er whispered, her face turning red like a monkey's butt.

Yang Ruoqing covered her mouth and smiled.

"Hello old girl, Bingqing Yujie, if you trust me, I will help you pull this red thread, and I will definitely help you find a good husband, how about it?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Ping'er's face turned even redder, "Qing'er, please stop talking. Huahua is already like this. If we say such things again and others listen, I will laugh to death."

Yang Ruoqing said: "Huahua is like this, I tell you there is no conflict with your husband's family!"

"Besides, Huahua will have a good time, and I'm not going to pull a red line for you now, I mean in the future!" she said.

"Let's talk about it later... later!" Ping'er said.

Although she said words of resistance, the longing in her eyes could not escape Yang Ruoqing's eyes.

When Mrs. Sun prepared the medicine and brought it over, Huahua woke up and the child vomited a lot.

When Ping'er saw this, she burst into tears again.

"Why is this happening? I vomited out all the brown sugar and ginger water I drank earlier." She said worriedly.

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's good to spit it out."

"Look at the mucus in the vomit. It's obvious that the brown sugar and ginger water is driving away the thick phlegm and cold air from her stomach."

"Wait until she vomits all these things up, then feed her some medicine. Take your time, don't rush." ​​She said.

Ping'er nodded. At this time, Yang Ruoqing had become Ping'er's backbone.

With the help of Yang Ruoqing, Huahua was force-fed medicine.

Chinese medicine is not as bitter as today's Western medicine, and various fruit-flavored syrups can be customized for children.

In ancient times, all herbs were so painful that you doubted your life.

Huahua didn't want to drink at first, she cried and struggled, but finally she was willing to open her mouth after Ping'er's persuasion.

After giving the medicine, the child fell into a deep sleep, and the adults were all sweating from exhaustion.

Yang Ruoqing just stayed by the bed and didn't leave until it was almost noon.

Tuoba Xian prepared lunch and brought it directly to this room.

"Mom, where are Baobao and Dazhi?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Tuoba Xian said: "Xiaohua Xiaoduo and the others have been playing with the baby. We will have lunch at Baobaoga's house now. You don't have to worry."

Yang Ruoqing nodded. There are many mothers, mothers-in-law, and aunts. This is the advantage. When she is busy, she has someone she can trust to help take care of the children.

"Ping'er, please eat a little. Only when you are full can you have the strength to take care of Huahua." Yang Ruoqing said.

Ping'er nodded, ate a bowl of rice as quickly as possible, and then said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, please stay by the flowers for a while. I'll go out and be back in just one stick of incense."

Yang Ruoqing guessed that Ping'er must have to go to the toilet. Everyone has three urgent needs.

Even if you are a beautiful woman, you still have to eat, drink and have diarrhea.

"You go ahead, I don't have anything to do this afternoon anyway, I'll be watching over Huahua." Yang Ruoqing responded cheerfully.

Ping'er smiled gratefully, got up and left the house.

In the schoolhouse halfway up the mountain behind the village.

At this time, it was noon.

After lunch, the students in the school either went back to the student dormitory where they rested for a lunch break, or went back to the room where classes were held to read at their desks.

As a teacher, Yang Yongxian and his classmate friend, another teacher in the school, were discussing books and exercises in the room.

Suddenly, Yang Yongxian's classmate stopped what he was saying and looked out the window, his eyes brightening a little.

"Brother Hao, what's wrong with you? Why don't you continue?" Yang Yongxian was surprised and asked.

The man surnamed Hao ignored Yang Yongxian, but looked out the window with a bit of obsession in his eyes, and even murmured: "Guan Guan Jujiu, in Hezhizhou, the so-called beauty..."

Yang Yongxian was stunned for a moment, then followed his classmate's gaze and looked over.

At this glance, Yang Yongxian's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his breathing became faster.

Well, isn't that... Miss Ping'er?

She, shouldn't she be taking care of Huahua at home?
Chapter completed!