Although he and Dazhi had an open heart-to-heart talk, Dazhi also had the heart to admit his mistakes and repent.

However, Tuoba Xian no longer treated him as before.

Although Tuoba Xian never mentioned this incident and did not scold Dazhi, Tuoba Xian's attitude towards Dazhi changed subtly.

A touch of alienation, ambition is very sensitive and can be clearly felt.

Yang Ruoqing can also feel it, but as the daughter-in-law caught in the middle, it's hard to say anything right now.

My mother-in-law has her thoughts and feelings. The only thing she can hope for now is that Dazhi, the child, can match his words and deeds and sincerely repent.

The days are long, and when my mother-in-law sees his improvement and repentance, she will definitely change her view of him again.

…

The Dragon Boat Festival was over, and the matchmaker also came to visit Minglu. Then Zhou Sheng and Ping'er became really busy.

Ping'er is busy, busy with embroidery work and home textiles that will be used when she gets married.

As for Zhou Sheng, not only was he busy going to the mountains with the herb collection team to collect herbs to make money to support his family, but he also had to take time out to send flowers to Feiyanfang in the town every three days to learn how to dance.

Then I went to pick her up again. Fortunately, I happened to catch up with Yang Huaming when he came back from the town, so I took Huahua back to the village along the way.

More than half a month passed in a blink of an eye. Looking at the flesh on Huahua's arms, legs, and cheeks that were gradually getting weaker, Ping'er showed a happy smile.

Pulling Yang Ruoqing, she shouted: "The money was not wasted. This child has lost a little weight by a pound or two and looks a little more proportionate."

Yang Ruoqing also smiled and said: "As I said before, health is the best."

"Qing'er, have you asked your baby? Is she going to dance?" Ping'er asked again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "When I asked last time, Chen'er happened to be at home, and the little girl refused immediately and said she wanted to play with her brother."

"I'm not asking you right now, I'll ask you later."

Ping'er nodded repeatedly, "Ask me, girls learn to dance. I heard that the postures of standing, walking and sitting are very elegant."

"I heard Huahua come back and say that in their Feiyanfang, there are many girls learning to dance, sing and play the piano. All of them are very talented."

"Huahua came back and said that after they finish learning this dance, they might go to the Feiyanfang main school in the county to dance during the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Many people will come to see it, and the one who wins the prize will be rewarded with money!"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, this part was so familiar, no different from modern times.

But having said that, apart from technology and the Internet, everything else in ancient times and modern times is similar.

In the evening, Luo Baobao and Dazhi were after school. The two children had dinner, took a bath, and came to Yang Ruoqing's room to do homework face to face at the table.

Yang Ruoqing was sitting in the middle, looking through the ledger and making circles.

The three of them, mother and son, were very quiet. From time to time there was the sound of turning the pages of a book and the rustling of the brush tip and paper. It was quiet and comfortable.

Suddenly, Baobao Luo stopped the pen in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ruoqing and said, "Mom, I want to tell you something."

Yang Ruoqing asked without raising her head: "What's going on?"

Luo Baobao said: "Aunt Huahua danced for us during recess in school today."

"Aunt Xiangxiang and Sister Xiuxiu are both envious and praise Aunt Huahua for her beautiful dancing. Sister Xiuxiu said she also wanted to dance, and Aunt Xiangxiang also wanted to go, but she was afraid that Grandma Siga would not agree."

"Aunt Mianmian gave Aunt Xiangxiang an idea and asked her to go to Siga Gong to talk about this matter."

Yang Ruoqing put down the account book in her hand and looked up at Luo Baobao.

"Ah, you girls have so many ideas, so what do you mean? You all want to learn to dance?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Baobao shook his head directly: "I don't want to jump, but all three of them want to jump."

"Then why don't you want to dance? Don't you want to wear a colorful skirt and dance like a butterfly on the grass?" Yang Ruoqing asked deliberately.

Luo Baobao curled his lips, "I don't care about those things, I just care about one thing."

"What is it?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Baby Luo blinked his long eyelashes, and a hint of cunning suddenly flashed in his beautiful big eyes.

She got off the stool and came to Yang Ruoqing's side, hugged Yang Ruoqing's arm to please her and asked, "Mom, do you care about me?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Dazhi beside her.

I found that Dazhi had also put down the book in his hand and was looking at his mother and sister with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Listen, your sister is asking stupid questions."

Dazhi smiled so much that the corners of his mouth became wider, and he looked at Baobao Luo dotingly, and said: "Sister, my mother must be interested in you, why should I ask this question?"

Luo Baobao curled his lips towards Dazhi, and then said to Yang Ruoqing: "Mom, since you care about me, if I want the moon in the sky, you will pick it off and give it to me?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and tapped Luo Baobao's little nose gently: "I wish I had the ability to pick it off? Can you pick one and let me see?"

Luo Baobao chuckled, twisted a bit, and kept glancing at Yang Ruoqing's waist.

"Mom, I don't want the moon anymore. That thing is beyond my capabilities."

"I see how majestic my mother is when she whips her whip. I also want to be majestic and majestic. Why don't you give me this black gold whip?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruoqing stood up and hid aside.

"Okay, so this is my idea, don't even think about you," Yang Ruoqing quickly protected her whip.

"This black gold whip has been with me for many years, and I'm used to it. I can't bear to give it to you..."

"Mom, just be okay, I'm your daughter!"

"Even if you are my mother, I really like this whip. It is my weapon!"

"Babies need weapons too!"

"I also have a sword in the house. If you like it, take it. It's more majestic than a whip, and it suits your majestic look!"

"Oh shit, except Mom, you can pull out that sword, but my dad can't. Mom, you think I'm stupid!"

"Hey, I gave you the sword. Whether you can pull it out or not is your own business. I don't care."

"Mom, you are selfish!"

"I'm not selfish. I gave you the sword, but you are unable to control it."

"..."

The mother and daughter started a tug of war.

No matter how much Luo Baobao pestered her, Yang Ruoqing would not let go and would not give her the whip.

This whip was tailor-made for her by Zuo Junmo. It has been with her for almost ten years and it is her most comfortable weapon.

She doesn't give it to Luo Baobao now because she feels that the time has not come yet, and there is no need for children to have such a good and powerful weapon.

If the power is not controlled well, other children may be accidentally injured, and possibly even killed.

When my daughter grows up in the future, if she still likes her, she will definitely give her to her with both hands.
Chapter completed!