The mother feeds the child spoonful by spoonful of food. When the child is sick, the mother takes care of it without taking care of herself.

Brothers and sisters hold hands and carry small schoolbags to go to school. The father holds his son in his arms and teaches him to write stroke by stroke...

Yang Ruoqing flipped through the drawings one after another, and she seemed to see in front of her eyes the happy scenes of the family together in the past.

She is stored deep in the memory, but the ambition is directly recalled from the memory and presented on the drawing paper.

The corners of Yang Ruoqing's lips curved up, and after reading through a thick stack of drawing papers in her hand, she was still immersed in the good old days and couldn't extricate herself.

It wasn't until Mother Lu's voice sounded that she came back to her senses.

"Sister, if I tell you something from the bottom of my heart, when I saw these paintings drawn by Dazhi, I, the biological mother, was jealous of you, the adoptive mother," Lu's mother said.

"Because although the son I gave birth to in my ten-month pregnancy was filial to me and would never leave me, in his heart, the one he really regards as his mother is you, his adoptive mother."

"I am a rough woman who cannot read half of the Chinese characters, but when I see these paintings, I can understand a little bit,"

"That is, Dazhi has always regarded you as his real parents and relatives, and Changping Village as his real home. It is not as important to show kindness as to cultivate kindness, hey!" Mother Lu sighed, with a somewhat lonely look in her eyes.

Yang Ruoqing also looked moved.

She raised her hand to hold Lu's mother's hand and said: "You are Dazhi's biological mother. You gave Dazhi his life. I am his adoptive mother. To him, we are both equally important."

"Sister-in-law, we have a common goal, which is to hope for great ambitions. Right?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Mother Lu nodded, "That's natural. Even if I die, I won't let those two unscrupulous people, Da Qiu and Zhang Shuilian, ruin their ambitious studies!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "This kid Dazhi has been weak since he was young. He is destined to be unable to do physical work. Moreover, he has a quiet and shy personality and is not very good at doing business."

"Only studying is the best way out for him, and judging from the current situation, he still likes studying."

"So, since Dazhi can't come back to Changping Village with us now, and he has his own plans, let's support him together, okay?"

…

Whether it was due to a guilty conscience or a strong fear of Yang Ruoqing, Zhang Shuilian was beaten so hard that she didn't even dare to let out a fart. That night, she packed up two suitcases full of clothes and money, and sneaked away with her children together with Daqiu.

He went back to his parents' home in the countryside to hide.

"These two heartless people took away all the last money and rice from the family. They are deliberately trying to destroy us!"

When Mother Lu learned the news, she was so angry that she almost fainted.

Several other children were also panicked and gathered around Mother Lu, not knowing what to do.

At this time, Dazhi, the youngest son, stood up and slapped his money on the table to relieve this urgent need.

Then, with the help of Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, they vacated the big house and asked for the rent of thirty taels of silver. The family hired a carriage and set off two days later to bid farewell to Yangzhou, the bustling place of fireworks, and returned to Yangzhou.

In a small town down there.

As for the shop in the small town, Luo Fengtang has also ordered people to clean it up. Everything is complete including the equipment for making steamed buns and steamed buns.

All the beds, tables and other furniture in the several rooms in the backyard are in place, just waiting for everyone to move in.

The second daughter of the Lu family, Yang Ruoqing, was also brought back from that wealthy family, and the fourteen-year-old daughter and her younger brothers and sisters were allowed to focus on managing the bun shop and make a solid living through this business.

After staying in the Lu family's bun shop for two more days and eating the Lu family's big meat buns, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang bid farewell.

Dazhi was the most reluctant to part with him. He kept sending Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang to the official road at the entrance of the town. The children were a little depressed.

"Dad, Mom, come and see me again when you have time." He said pitifully.

Yang Ruoqing's heart softened.

She touched Dazhi's head and said softly: "Don't worry, your father is busy with military affairs, and mother will come to see you as soon as she is free. Even if something gets in the way, mother will ask someone to help you every month."

I brought some clothes with me."

"Now you and your second sister have taken over the responsibilities of your Lu family. If there is anything you can't handle on your own, remember to tell your parents here and we will help you."

Dazhi nodded and took out a small puppet made of clay from behind.

"I squeezed this for my sister. Mom helped me take it back to my sister," he said.

Yang Ruoqing took the doll, looked at it, smiled and said, "She must like it." Then she put it away carefully.

"By the way Zhi'er, your parents got back the one hundred taels of silver that your eldest brother and sister-in-law took for loan sharking." Yang Ruoqing leaned down and whispered into Dazhi's ear.

"The money is deposited in Fukang Bank in your name by your parents. This is a receipt. You can take this receipt to Fukang Bank in Yangzhou City every quarter to withdraw a certain amount of interest to supplement your family income. This is a receipt. Keep it."

.”

Yang Ruoqing stuffed the thing into Dazhi's hand.

Dazhi lowered his head and glanced at the white and black characters on the top and the bright red seal underneath, and almost burst into tears.

"Mom, you and dad are so good to me. My son is really ashamed..." His voice was choked with sobs.

Luo Fengtang came over, looked at Dazhi with a serious look, and said in a deep voice: "Man, don't cry every time. You are my son, Luo Fengtang. Even if you are weak and cannot practice martial arts, even if you take the road of Congwen

, you must be as strong as a real man. From now on, I will not allow you to shed a tear in front of others. Men can only bleed and sweat, and they will never shed tears easily. Remember?"

Dazhi looked up at Luo Fengtang, straightened his back, and nodded heavily.

"My son remembers it!"

Then, he took a step back and bowed like a little adult: "My son bids farewell to my parents and wishes them a safe journey!"

…

It wasn't until they boarded the boat that they had left the waterway for a long time that Yang Ruoqing finally stopped crying with Luo Fengtang's patient comfort.

"Hey, I just got on the boat and separated, and I can't stop thinking about it. I can't stop crying. What should I do?" She said in a hoarse voice while wiping her tears and pressing her nose.

"Look, these eyes are swollen from crying, as if they were holding two walnuts. If Zhi'er and the others saw it, they would really say you are so ugly!"

Luo Fengtang couldn't help teasing, but he still brought a warm handkerchief over and stroked her gently to help reduce the swelling.

Yang Ruoqing pouted, "Hey, you won't like me if I become ugly, right?"
Chapter completed!