Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Uncle, you are not getting old, but you are careless."

"By the way, where have cousin Zhou Wang and Xiao Huan been this time?" Luo Fengtang also walked over and looked around, feeling a little confused.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I probably went to Aunt Daye to take care of me."

Blacksmith Luo was hesitating whether to go to Luo Da'e's house with everyone, or whether to go and call Zhou Wang first, and let Tang Yazi and Qing'er wait here first.

While he was hesitating, a man came over from the other side.

Yang Ruoqing's sharp eyes saw at a glance that the person coming was none other than Zhou Wang.

"Uncle, cousin Zhou Wang is back!" she said.

Blacksmith Luo also saw it, "Wang'er!"

He shouted at Zhou Wang and raised his hand to wave a few times.

Zhou Wang hurried on with his head lowered, as if thinking about something along the way, when he suddenly heard this familiar shout and was startled.

Then he saw the carriage parked in front of his shack and the three people standing beside the carriage. Zhou Wang was surprised and happy.

He ran to the fence gate in three steps and two steps, panting and saying hello to the three of them one by one.

"Uncle, Tang Yazi, Qing'er, why are you here?"

"Quick, quick, come in and sit down and drink tea!"

While greeting, he pushed open the fence gate, ran over, unlocked the wooden door of the shack and pushed open the wooden door.

Blacksmith Luo said: "There's no need to go in and drink tea. We're here for two things."

"First, ask when your father's grave will be moved. We relatives can go back and prepare."

"Two, let's take a look at how your mother's legs are doing." Blacksmith Luo said.

Zhou Wang looked touched and said with a smile on his face: "Uncle, no matter what the matter is, when you arrive at the door of my nephew's house, you have to go in and sit down for a while and have a sip of tea!"

"Besides, this is the first time for Qing'er and sister to come here. I'm not prepared for anything, not even a firecracker to greet them. I have to take a sip of tea, right?" he said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled slightly, "Cousin, there's no need to be so polite."

Here, when Blacksmith Luo heard this, he thought it made sense, so he said, "Okay, let's go inside first."

Several people entered the shack.

The originally low and narrow shack became even more cramped as Luo Fengtang entered.

This made Luo Fengtang a little embarrassed, so he just found a stool and sat down, not daring to move.

He was afraid that if he moved around, raised his hands or kicked his legs, he would knock the shack down.

Yang Ruoqing curiously looked at the layout of the shack. In a word, although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

What's more, Xiaohuan is a woman who knows how to run a house. Although this shack is a humble house, she has taken care of it very clean and tidy.

Whether a woman does housework neatly or not can be seen from the quilt on the bed she sleeps on, the shelves for storing clothes, as well as the dishes, chopsticks, teapots and bowls.

For a sloppy woman, the quilt is usually messy, and the pillows and sheets must also be dirty.

The tea bowl and tabletop were sticky, and as for the pots and bowls, they were probably piled there for several days.

And in this shack, everything is in its own place, which is pretty good.

"Qing'er, come and have a sip of tea."

Zhou Wang held a bowl of tea in both hands and brought it to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing thanked her, took the tea and sat down.

Here, Blacksmith Luo had already asked Zhou Wangna again.

Zhou Wang said: "I checked the date with my husband and he said that it is not suitable to move the grave this month. The date is set on the second day of August."

Blacksmith Luo counted the days on his fingers and said, "Today is July 23rd. There are still about ten days left. Well, there is still time to prepare."

Zhou Wang nodded, "Yes, the coffin was prepared years ago. However, I didn't expect that my mother broke her leg. She probably won't be able to get out of bed and move around by then, which will be a bit troublesome."

To do these useless things, you need to ask the people in the village to help.

Collect bones, dig graves, carry coffins, bury...

All these things must be done according to the rules. As a son, he will naturally have arranged ceremonies to be held when the time comes.

So if you ask for help, you must provide meals.

My mother broke her leg and lay down on the bed. She couldn't take care of anything. Xiaohuan was carrying the child and she couldn't take care of so much. It's so annoying!

Blacksmith Luo saw what Zhou Wang was worried about, and he raised his hand and patted Zhou Wang on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, we are still here. When the time comes, your aunt will come over to help prepare the wine and food, and Tang Yazi and I will come over to help prepare other things." He said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "There is also me. I will come over to help Xiaohuan take care of the children and let her do all she can to do things."

Hearing what Yang Ruoqing and the others said, Zhou Wang was so moved that his eyes turned red.

"Uncle, Qing'er, thank you, thank you very much..."

His voice was a little choked.

I am the only male in the family, with no older brothers or younger brothers to help me, and I don’t even have an older sister or younger sister who can help me come up with ideas.

The only sister, Zhou Xia, is worse than a stranger.

During the most difficult time in the past, when the burden of life and all kinds of pressure came over him, Zhou Wang felt very tired. He really wanted someone to help him, even to give him an idea.

Fortunately, I have my uncle's family, my cousin and my cousin's wife.

If it weren't for their pull, I'm afraid the mistress would have died in the northwest wind.

"Uncle, Tang Yazi, Qing'er..."

"I don't know how to repay you for your great kindness to my family."

"Xiaohuan and I often say that without you, we probably wouldn't be able to survive. This time, it's you who came to help me support the scene and embolden me. I, I really don't know what to say..."

Zhou Wang said, he was so moved that he was a little incoherent.

Blacksmith Luo raised his hand and patted Zhou Wang's shoulder again: "You are my nephew, and Tang Yazi is your cousin. We are relatives. Relatives have to support each other."

"The matter of moving the tomb has been decided. We will all come when the time comes. Don't worry."

"You should tell us about your mother's legs. What's happening now?" Blacksmith Luo asked again.

Mentioning Luo Da'e's legs, Zhou Wang's expression turned a bit bad.

"The ankle on the right side was sprained, the whole foot was swollen, and there was a big bump on the instep that was red."

"I can't walk. I have to hold my little ring to hold me when I go to the toilet to relieve myself."

"In fact, when I picked her up, I passed by a medical center in Baiyan Town that specializes in orthopedics and went in to have a look because she complained of pain."

"The doctor at that hospital said there was congestion inside, so he threw a handful of fire into the wine and massaged it, and also inserted silver needles."

"The doctor said that he would have to prescribe three sets of medicine for bruises and boil it before eating."

"When I went to pay the bill, I looked at the price and realized that the two taels of silver I brought were not enough!"
Chapter completed!