That group of people almost dug up Mianniu Mountain and collapsed it.

Later, Xiaoyu came and used her identity as a saint to contact that group of people. Now that group of people all listen to Xiaoyu, who has secretly trained them.

So many times, when Xiaoyu is not in the village, he is actually busy with these things.

Of course, this is a secret between Xiaoyu and Yang Ruoqing. In this family, apart from Yang Ruoqing, only Luo Fengtang knows.

As for why Yang Ruoqing supported Xiaoyu to recruit part of the Black Lotus Sect, she had a long-term plan.

As well as the gold and gold leaves buried under the cave in the back mountain, Yang Ruoqing did not move at all, because those properties would be put to use one day in the future.

Daliao has always been a worry for Luo Fengtang.

Helping her mother regain the imperial power of Daliao and rescue her cousin who was under house arrest has always been Luo Fengtang's long-cherished wish deep in his heart.

Therefore, whether it is the little manpower or financial resources saved now, they are all prepared for that day.

But Yang Ruoqing had this plan at this time, and she couldn't predict the future.

She only saw Luo Fengtang's army marching north to attack Daliao and escort Tuoba Xian back home, but she did not expect that this incident was nothing compared to the other incidents.

When another thing comes, the world will surely collapse, dragons will roar in the sky, and the wind and clouds will change color.

She is not a prophet, and she does not want to be a prophet. At present, in Changping Village, her identity is the daughter-in-law of the old Luo family and the daughter of the old Yang family.

Chen'er and Baobao's mother, now that her son who is studying abroad has come home, she, as a mother, needs to take care of herself.

"Have you finished your drink, Chen'er? Let's go, mother will take you to the small Buddhist hall to say hello to your grandma." Yang Ruoqing said happily.

"Your grandma, ever since I received your letter saying that you would come home early, I have been thinking about you every day. I don't know how happy I will be when I see you back later."

As Yang Ruoqing spoke, she stretched out her hand to take Chen'er's hand and walked towards the backyard.

Chen'er lowered his head and glanced at his hand. To be honest, he didn't like being held by someone while walking like this.

Especially women.

When he was in the capital, and in Changhuaizhou a few days ago, many of his classmates' sisters, cousins, and cousins ​​wanted to be courteous to him.

There were many pretty and cute little girls among them, about the same age as him.

But he just wasn't used to being so close to the opposite sex.

But with his wife, he has no temper.

His mother's favorite thing is to hold his hand, so all his arrogance and principles are of no use to her.

His role is not Jieyuan, the leader of Xiaoyao Village, or anything else. Here, his identity is the grandson of the old Luo family, the grandson of the old Yang family, mother's son, and Luo Baobao's brother.

Therefore, Chen'er naturally allowed Yang Ruoqing to hold his hand, and mother and son went to the backyard together.

In the small Buddhist hall, Tuoba Xian was kneeling on the futon and reciting sutras with his eyes closed. When he heard the footsteps, he opened his eyes and turned around as if he had foreseen something.

Then he saw Yang Ruoqing entering the small Buddhist hall, followed by a young boy with an elegant temperament.

With the same facial features as Luo Fengtang, who else could it be if it wasn't Chen'er?

"Chen'er? Chen'er? My good grandson, my good grandson is back? It's great, great, Buddha bless you!"

Tuoba Xian got up from the futon and ran over to meet him.

He hugged Chen'er and held her tightly in his arms.

Chen'er was almost out of breath from being hugged.

Yang Ruoqing stood aside and watched with a pursed lips, thinking that this was a different generation. The eldest princess's dignity and grace were gone, leaving only a loving grandmother.

"Chen'er, when did you get home? Did the journey go smoothly? Have you had breakfast?"

It took a while before Tuoba Xian was willing to let go of Chen'er. She leaned down to look at Chen'er and asked in detail.

Chen'er smiled and said: "We set off from Wanghai County after breakfast, and it took only a bowl of tea to get home. Everything went well on the way. Grandma, don't worry."

Tuoba Xian nodded repeatedly, "As long as it goes well!"

Then she turned around and bowed twice to the Buddha statue, and finally took Chen'er's hand: "Let's go to the milk house. Chen'er has left a lot of delicious things for you."

This is completely treating Chen'er as a child...

Yang Ruoqing also saw her own reflection in Tuoba Xian, and couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.

Forget it, Chen'er has just arrived home today, so let them treat him like a child. When he leaves the house and goes outside, it's up to him how to deal with interpersonal interactions.

Not long after Chen'er was pulled into the house by Tuoba Xian, Yang Huazhong and Sun rushed over to see their grandson after hearing the news.

Chen'er helped Tuoba Xian back to the main room. Everyone surrounded Chen'er like stars holding the moon, rushing to greet him and inquire about his diet and daily life in the capital.

Chen'er appeared to be very patient with these concerns and inquiries from the elders in the family, and answered everyone's inquiries.

Yang Ruoqing was sitting in the crowd, watching her son interact with others and listening to her son talking, her lips were tilted to the side with joy.

If possible, she would rather sit and watch like this forever, unable to take her eyes away from him.

It's just that it's almost dinner time, so I have to cook.

So she got up, looked for an apron, and said to everyone: "I'm going to cook. Everyone is eating here this afternoon. I'm going to cook a big meal!"

Sun said: "Qing'er, let me help you."

Yang Ruoqing said: "No, mother, you should take care of your precious grandson first. I have been talking about it for the past three days. Xiaoduo is here to help me."

Xiaoduo responded and came over happily.

"Sister, what is Chen'er's favorite dish?" Xiaoduo asked in the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing said: "This child grew up in the east. His food tastes light and sweet, such as sweet and sour pork ribs, braised and vinegar fish, etc. He likes them all."

Xiaoduo was in trouble, "But, apart from the salty and spicy local dishes, I don't know how to cook the bland dishes. What should I do?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and patted her chest: "What's wrong with this? As long as you, sister, I'm here, I can burn."

"Besides, Chen'er is our child, how can our child not learn to eat spicy food? Don't worry, Chen'er has eaten the spicy hotpot made by me before, and even praised it as delicious!"

Xiaoduo felt relieved after hearing Yang Ruoqing's words. The two sisters discussed the recipe and then went their separate ways.

Go to the backyard to catch chickens, go to the pond to fish for prawns, and go to the backyard vegetable garden to pick vegetables.

Just as he was about to go to the meat shed of Da Sun's family to weigh the meat, Da Sun came over.

"I heard that Chen'er's eldest grandson is back. I gave up my business and came to pay a visit to my eldest grandson. Here, I brought the ribs and tenderloins to give my eldest grandson some food at noon!" The eldest grandson's voice echoed.

The son entered the kitchen.
Chapter completed!