Yang Huazhong was sitting on the pony in the main room, immersed in rubbing the straw rope. There was a bundle of loose straw piled at his feet.

He seemed to be in a good mood, humming some mountain tunes from the area, and the straw ropes made by his big, calloused hands were really beautiful.

"Dad, it's only the middle of February, and you've already started rubbing the straw rope? Isn't it a little early?"

"It's Qing'er who's back, haha..."

Yang Huazhong raised his head and smiled twice at Yang Ruoqing and said, "It's not too early. It's always good to prepare in advance."

Mrs. Sun also said next to her, "Your father is very good at twisting straw ropes. Everyone praises him for knitting straw sandals. They are beautiful and durable."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "It's true, my father is an expert at knitting shoes."

In farmers' households, straw sandals are indispensable every year when it's time to plow the fields and plant rice.

Wearing the cloth shoes at home and going to work in the mud fields, alas, that is unreasonable, it is too luxurious, and the cloth shoes soaked in mud and water are also very difficult to walk on.

It's not safe to go barefoot. There will inevitably be unfinished stones and platycodon in the fields, and your feet will bleed if you prick them.

With straw sandals, these problems are easily solved.

Being complimented by Yang Ruoqing and Sun together, Yang Huazhong's dark face turned rosy.

"Hehe, I feel embarrassed for what you said."

Sun and Yang Ruoqing both laughed.

Yang Huazhong then said: "You go to the kitchen to heat up the dinner. Heat up the chicken soup for your daughter, and have a bowl of it to appetize before the meal."

Mrs. Sun pursed her lips and smiled: "Do you still need to remind me? I told you before that I will keep it for her."

He turned around and took Yang Ruoqing's hand: "Let's go, my dear, let's go have some chicken soup."

Yang Ruoqing said hello to Yang Huazhong and let Sun hold her hand and go to the kitchen.

Soon, a bowl of fragrant chicken soup was placed in front of her.

The color of the soup is golden and very tempting.

"I know you want it to be light. I've skimmed off the oil on top for you. Drink it quickly."

Mrs. Sun shook off her apron and tied it around her waist, while turning her head to urge Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded with a smile, picked up the bowl and sipped obediently.

This bowl of chicken soup, hidden in the earthen pot, is also placed in the hearts of my parents.

Only after drinking it into the belly of her daughter, did their hearts fall back to the distance.

Yang Ruoqing secretly observed Sun's expression while drinking, and found that the corners of her mouth were raised, and she was filled with joy while cooking and cooking.

Excluding those parents who are worse than animals, most parents in the world should be like Sun and Yang Huazhong, who developed habits in their poor days.

If there is any good food, the children must eat it first.

When the children ate it, they were 10,000 times happier than eating it themselves.

If you don't have children, you will never understand the feeling of being a parent. Only when you have children will you know how kind your parents are!

After Yang Ruoqing finished drinking the chicken soup, Mrs. Sun took the empty bowl and then told Yang Ruoqing about the guests from Lao Wang's family today.

Naturally, I focused on Hongmei’s pain in her lower back and her inability to walk.

Yang Ruoqing sat on the rolling stone at the mouth of the stove and helped Sun stuff firewood, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised in confusion.

"It didn't hurt before, and it doesn't hurt after that. It only hurts when I can't walk. Why does this sound so coincidental?"

"Ah? Coincidence? What do you mean?" Sun's head suddenly short-circuited, and she looked at Yang Ruoqing in confusion.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, picked up the fire stick and stirred the fire in the stove a few times.

Then he said: "I think Hongmei has wanted to eat at our house from the beginning. She is just pretending to have back pain or something!"

"Pretending? You can't. You haven't seen that belly. It's grown. It's a lot bigger than last time." Mrs. Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mom, I've been pregnant with twins. At that month, the bones in her back were not cracked or anything like that. You have to wait until eight months later when both babies are heavy before you feel that way."

Sun thought about it, "You have experience, but maybe everyone's situation is different. Take Guiling's bad luck as an example, you don't have those things!"

Yang Ruoqing curled up her lips and smiled.

"Well, maybe she is really in pain. Regardless of whether it is intentional or a coincidence, it is just a meal. Our family can still afford it."

These words reached Sun's heart, "I think so too."

"But~" When the conversation changed, Yang Ruoqing said again: "This time, our third room is hosting the guests. Next time they come to visit relatives, mom and dad, please give the opportunity to other rooms, okay?"

Mrs. Sun was startled for a moment, understanding the euphemistic meaning of Yang Ruoqing's words. She smiled good-naturedly and nodded: "Okay, I will listen to you."

Luo family.

Luo Fengtang talked to Blacksmith Luo about things in the tea garden.

Hearing that the growth of the tea leaves was very gratifying, Blacksmith Luo was also very happy, and the smoke rings he blew out seemed to be smiling faces.

"Uncle, Chen'er mentioned tea in his letter home this time,"

"Well, what did he say?"

"According to Chen'er, the tea I asked him to bring to drink last time was appreciated by others. He asked us to take good care of the tea garden. When new tea comes out, he can help us sell it."

"This is very good!" Blacksmith Luo put down the dry tobacco pole with a proud look on his face, "No matter how much the tea can be sold for, just because the tea is wild tea from our mountains and is a specialty of our area, we will sell it outside.

Let people outside drink it, how flattering it is to say it!"

Luo Fengtang smiled lightly.

The family does not lack the money to sell tea. As the uncle said, this is an honor.

Moreover, it is also a support for Chen'er.

"So on the way down the mountain, I discussed with Qing'er that we have enough manpower to take care of the tea garden for the time being. A family of five can be accommodated there."

"It's just that there are more tea leaves picked this year, and the same goes for tea processing, so we have to find people in advance to prepare them."

Blacksmith Luo listened carefully, pondered carefully, and finally nodded solemnly.

"We must do all this before Grain Rain. Let me do this. Leave it to me to find the manpower. Who is the expert at picking tea and who is the veteran at tea processing in the eight villages in the ten miles away? I know it in my heart!"

Luo Fengtang breathed a sigh of relief, that was exactly what he meant.

When he went to pick up his wife from the Yang family next door, Luo Fengtang hesitated and even stopped in his tracks.

I really want to take advantage of my uncle's happy time to tell him a happy event to make him even happier.

He still held back the words.

For such an important matter, let Qing'er choose a suitable day and tell everyone in a grand manner.

At that moment, he said hello to Blacksmith Luo and got up to go to his sister Yang Ruoqing in the yard next door.

Yang Ruoqing, on her side, happened to be having dinner with Sun and the others. The dishes and chopsticks had not been cleared away, and the three of them were sitting on each side, talking.
Chapter completed!