"What are you talking about? You two are snickering, why don't you say it to make us laugh?"

Da Sun joked, glancing at Baby Luo.

This little girl is as big as a brat, like a human being.

Luo Baobao giggled towards Da Sun and said, "This is a secret between me and my mother. Please forgive me if I don't tell my uncle and grandma."

Then, the little girl broke away from Yang Ruoqing's arms, held both sides of her skirt with her little hands, and saluted the eldest Sun's husband.

"Oh, you are such a decent salute. If I, the eldest aunt, can't forgive you, you will really be worse than a child. This little girl is really a ghost. I can't make a mistake.

Come."

Mrs. Sun smiled and said, she couldn't help but raise her hand and gently tapped Luo Baobao's eyebrows. The corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of love.

Not to mention the Sun family next to them, their eyes fell on Baby Luo with love.

Yang Ruoqing stood up, told everyone to sit down, and then pulled Cui'er over.

"Treat this place as your own home. We are all your own people. Don't be restricted." Yang Ruoqing said.

Cui Er nodded shyly.

Yang Ruoqing then turned around to prepare chopsticks and bowls, get soju for the men to drink, and get fruit wine and smoothie mung bean soup for the women and children to relieve the heat.

When he turned around, his eyes passed by several girls of the same age present.

Xiaohua, Xiaoduo, Xiaojie, Cui'er...

These four girls are all about the same age. Except for Xiaojie, who is younger and is thirteen years old, the others are all over fourteen years old.

The little guy Luo Baobao has really sharp eyesight. He gave Yang Ruoqing the "top spot" at a glance.

That is, among the four slim girls, Cui'er is the most beautiful.

Well, among these girls, if there is no Cui Er, Xiao Duo should be the prettiest, followed by Xiao Jie.

Xiaohua's appearance is very ordinary, mainly honest, honest, docile and amiable.

Marrying a virtuous wife, Da'an marrying a small flower, Yang Ruoqing and Sun are very satisfied anyway.

The next step is to give Xiaoduo and Cui'er Xiaojie three good people to look out for. Take your time, there are still two or three years.

The food of this dinner is no worse than that of the New Year’s Eve dinner.

It was also the most filling and enjoyable meal everyone had in the past few days.

…

Cui'er just settled down at Yang Huazhong's house. Yang Ruoqing was afraid that she would be bored, so she and Xiaoduo went to do needlework with Ping'er.

During the day, several girls came together to the large yard of Yang Ruoqing's house and did needlework with Ping'er under the shade of the trees in the yard.

Talking and laughing, it was lively and fulfilling.

The Sun family also recovered from their sadness. Dajie returned to the county academy to continue his studies, while the eldest Sun and his uncle took care of the pigsty.

Xiaojie helped Huang Mao with housework and looked after Lao Suntou.

Hunger still enveloped the villages in Shiliba. Damo came back and reported that the school wall had been dug up again.

While Yang Ruoqing hired craftsmen to strengthen the school's walls, she also invited Yuzhi's father-in-law and Lao Suntou to come over and protect the school together.

Let Lao Suntou help the nursing school together, mainly because the old man had just lost his wife and stayed alone in the house, which would inevitably make him sad.

The eldest Sun wanted to take him to live with him in his new house, but the old man was not happy about it.

He said he wanted to guard this old courtyard, where he and Mrs. Sun lived.

Seeing the old man Sun getting thinner and thinner, the eldest Sun family had no choice but to find Yang Ruoqing in private. Yang Ruoqing arranged an errand for Mr. Grandpa to do so as to dilute her grief.

…

July is on fire.

In July of previous years, everyone would hide in their houses to escape the heat, and the cicadas could be heard chirping in front of and behind the village.

In this July of this year, there is no sound of cicadas.

Why?

Wherever there are cicadas chirping, there is a large group of people waiting with net bags.

Children can climb up a tree to catch cicadas, or they can take a small branch and pound it in a small hole in the ground where cicadas are found. If they are lucky, they can get several bunches of fat and big cicadas to come out.

Put it in a pot and fry it. When you are very hungry, this bit of meat and fish is a gift from nature for the whole family.

As for the pond in front of the village and the river behind the village, all the fish in them have probably been caught long ago.

Lotus roots, whips, water chestnuts, and many edible aquatic plants and vegetables in the water were all fished out to satisfy the hunger.

Under such circumstances, Blacksmith Luo's fish pond had to be staffed even more. During the day and night, Blacksmith Luo and several people who jointly raised the fish pond took turns to guard it.

…

"The price of rice in the town is sky-high now. We no longer weigh it by bucket or liter, but now it is sold by the pound."

In the evening, when everyone was enjoying the cool under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, the predecessor, Wang Hongtao, said worriedly.

"I'm going to town today, planning to buy some rice to make porridge with, but there's a long queue in front of the rice and grain shop. I can't buy anything that doesn't matter."

After hearing what Wang Hongtao said, someone among the crowd enjoying the cool air immediately echoed: "That's right. I went to town a few days ago. Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy rice. Many people still have to

Go and curry favor with the boy at the rice and grain shop."

"Hahaha, in the play, the prime minister's concierge is only mentioned as an official of the third rank, but I didn't expect that the clerk in the rice and grain shop is also so popular."

"Not to mention, a niece of my mother's side is the beauty of their village."

"Before the great famine came, the matchmaker had stepped through the threshold, and no one from the front or back of the village could catch her eye."

"Now, I'm married to a guy who works in a rice and grain shop. That guy is so ugly, but he works in a rice and grain shop. It's convenient. Nowadays, there are a lot of people looking for backdoor connections to buy rice.

, and I have to give that guy a red envelope..."

"Oh, your mother-in-law's village beauty is married to a clerk after all. She's as ugly as possible. I also heard that during this famine, the shopkeepers who opened the rice and grain shops really made a lot of money.

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"There is a shopkeeper with a bucket of mina and a room of concubines. He has seven concubines in total. They are all sixteen years old and under the age of 16. They look like young girls!"

"And the shopkeeper himself is over 40 years old. This is not an old cow eating young grass, what a waste of other girls!"

"It can't be said that it's a waste. This is a man who is willing to fight and suffer. Those young girls who are given as concubines are not just to exchange two buckets of rice for the family and feed their brothers..."

"Hey, during this great famine, the rich people still have food and clothing, but it's the poor people like us who are suffering. When will this end? The government has not distributed relief food. No wonder there is chaos in Lanzhou.

, if this continues, we will be in chaos..."

Under the old maple tree, the villagers talked to each other about these issues of food and clothing.

In Yang Ruoqing's bedroom, after dinner and a soap and flower petal bath, she changed into a pair of white, low-collared soft silk pajamas, leaning on the bed and flipping through the notes in her hand.

Underneath me is a bamboo mat, which is very cool.
Chapter completed!