Yang Ruoqing seemed to have noticed something.

She glanced at Luo Fengtang. Although he deliberately acted calm and casual when asking questions, the more he acted like this, the more he was trying to hide it.

And in her circle, apart from Mu Zichuan, who was at home with Ding You, she really couldn't find anyone else who was a man of letters and could also be on his guard.

"It was written by Li Shen," she said.

"Li Shen? Who is that?" he asked again, thinking that I had never heard of this name before? Could it be Qing'er's new friend?

"This person lost her father when she was young. It was his mother who taught her righteousness. She was very diligent when she was studying." Yang Ruoqing patiently explained to him.

"He is not a person who only knows how to read. He is very down-to-earth. He often sees farmers farming and working, and feels deeply the pain but lacks food and clothing. He wrote the poem just now out of sympathy and indignation. The poem is called

Show mercy to the farmers!”

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's explanation, Luo Fengtang narrowed his eyes slightly and felt a hint of appreciation for Li Shensheng, whom he had not yet met.

But this appreciation did not last for three seconds before he quickly woke up again.

Would it be possible for Li Shen to receive such praise and appreciation from his wife...

"Qing'er, is he your friend? Please introduce him to me when you have time!" He said with a smile.

Through his sincere and expectant smile, Yang Ruoqing immediately glimpsed his inner uneasiness.

She couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled, and continued: "This man won the Jinshi at the age of twenty-seven. He was very talented. He served as a parent official in many places and made great achievements. He finally died in office at the age of seventy.

4. So, Tangyazi, I’m sorry that I can’t introduce him to you, but I just accidentally read this poem of his, and I liked it very much and wrote it down.”

"ah?"

Luo Fengtang was stunned.

Just now when he heard Qing'er say that Li Shen won the Jinshi at the age of twenty-seven, he felt a little more pressure on himself.

My mind is already searching for the names of people in Daqi who have been awarded Jinshi at a young age in recent years...

Now that he heard that he was seventy-four, Luo Fengtang's heart finally dropped into his stomach.

A false alarm!

Yang Ruoqing covered her mouth and snickered.

"Qing'er, why are you laughing?" he couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ruoqing smiled at him and blinked, "What do you think?"

Luo Fengtang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, and then he grinned a little awkwardly.

But Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and poked his forehead gently: "You fool, why do you still have those ridiculous thoughts to this day? Marry a chicken, follow a chicken, marry a dog, follow a dog, we have several children, and I have become a yellow

Face, what are you worried about?"

The first few sentences were very useful to Luo Fengtang, but he was not happy with the latter ones.

"If all the yellow-faced women in the world were like you, Qing'er, I'm afraid no one would be willing to marry a big girl, and they would all come to snatch the yellow-faced women!" He said seriously.

Yang Ruoqing burst into laughter.

"What a flattering person, the heat and dimensions are so meticulous, it's amazing!" She couldn't help but praise it.

Luo Fengtang chuckled, letting go of the stone in his heart and feeling relaxed all over.

The carriage is almost flying, just like the heart that has already flown out: "Sit tight, wife, let's sprint, we will be home soon!"

The summer is too hot, and the busy farming season is coming, so schools in the town and villages are closed.

The date is about half a month's work, so that students can go home and participate in farm work and relieve the fatigue of their families.

Of course, schools at or above the county seat will not be closed due to busy farming, because students who can go to schools at or above the county seat usually have good family conditions, such as long-term employment and so on. They only need to concentrate on their studies to prepare for the exam.

That’s it.

And many students in the town's schools are from farmers' families, as was the case in Muzichuan and Da'an back then.

Not to mention the school in the village.

So, as soon as the carriage arrived at the gate of the yard, Luo Baobao, Feng'er and other children who were playing in the yard all came out when they heard the movement.

It was almost half a month since she last saw her daughter. Before Yang Ruoqing had time to express her maternal love, the little girl threw herself directly into Luo Fengtang's arms.

Luo Fengtang first raised his hand and touched the top of his daughter's soft hair, then leaned over and hugged her.

To hug such a big girl...

The corner of Yang Ruoqing's mouth couldn't help but twitch. This little cotton-padded jacket was tailor-made for him. She is the tailor...

A soft little person hugged her leg. When she lowered her head, she saw that it was Feng'er.

"Aunt hug!" Feng'er stretched out her little hands.

"It's better for Feng'er to kiss my aunt!" Yang Ruoqing said, leaning over to pick up Feng'er and weighing her in her arms.

Well, I haven’t seen you for half a month and the baby hasn’t gained much weight. Is it because the weather is hot and the appetite is poor?

However, seeing that she looked good, with a rosy face and pink nails, Yang Ruoqing was relieved.

Over there, Luo Baobao and Luo Fengtang were confused for a while, and then they seemed to remember that they still had their mother.

So the little girl hurriedly came to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing led the two children into the main room, one in each hand, and showed them the gifts she brought back...

The children got the gifts and went to play excitedly, and then Yang Ruoqing was able to tell Wang Cuilian about Zhou Wang and the others...

"We also heard some rumors in the village. We didn't hear the details. We only knew that the shopkeeper of Feiyanfang in the county town was found out by the government to be from the Black Lotus Sect. Then the couple had their heads chopped off, saying that the shopkeeper's wife was us.

Zhou Xia, the granddaughter of the old Luo family, makes people ask me when I go to pick vegetables in the vegetable garden or wash clothes, but I don’t know anything about it anyway!" Wang Cuilian said.

Yang Ruoqing twitched the corners of her lips, "This Zhou Xia, you brought trouble to me a lot when you were alive, and when you die, you have to bury me as well, like a god of plague!"

Wang Cuilian sighed: "Now that my daughter, Zhou Xia, has died violently, it's hard for me, the eldest aunt, to say anything about her. But your aunt, I'm really worried that she won't be able to withstand this blow..."

A sneer came from beside him, it was Luo Fengtang.

"Auntie, don't worry. My aunt eats well and drinks well in the county. We treated them to dinner at the restaurant last night. My aunt has a great appetite. We all put down the dishes and she was still cleaning the dishes. I guess

It’s about turning sadness into appetite!”

Luo Fengtang spoke slowly, holding a tea bowl in his hand and sipping it leisurely.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help laughing, while Wang Cuilian was a little dumbfounded.

When she thought about it, Wang Cuilian had a strange expression.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Auntie, my aunt must have been very sad when she heard the news. I saw her eyes were swollen from crying."

"But I figured it out later. I know that what Zhou Xia did will make people angry no matter where she goes. She doesn't dare to immerse herself in grief anymore."

"Being able to eat, drink, and get out of pain is a good thing. It means that my aunt is still a person who can distinguish right from wrong, right?"
Chapter completed!