"Qing'er, let's go back and finish your little grandfather's funeral. Does your grandfather really want to send Yang Huasheng and his son to jail?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "It's just to scare them. This matter...doesn't constitute going to jail."

"Ah? Stealing money from a dead person is considered theft. You don't have to go to jail for theft? If I had known it would be such a good thing, when I left with your fourth uncle..."

"Fourth Aunt, stop it, stop it."

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and made a gesture to stop talking.

She really couldn't laugh or cry about Liu's thinking, but she still told her patiently: "First of all, we must have a positive outlook on life, and don't think about shortcuts."

, shortcuts are dead ends.”

Mrs. Liu chuckled, "I just said casually, I am still a down-to-earth person..."

"That's good." Yang Ruoqing continued: "For the crime of theft, you will definitely go to jail and get slapped with a slap in the face, but isn't this father and son an attempted theft?"

"If he had known that, he should have been allowed to touch a copper plate, so that he would have been convicted!" Ms. Liu muttered.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "My father must be just trying to scare Uncle Hua Sheng. After all, he is his nephew, and he has a similar amount of blood flowing through him."

If my grandfather were still alive, he would probably think so too.

Mrs. Liu seemed to understand, but three words popped into her head: Protect the calf!

"Oh, by the way, Qing'er, why does your father call all your cousins ​​'eldest grandson'?"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, "Maybe... it's intimacy."

"Or maybe... he couldn't remember his name at all, and he was afraid of being embarrassed by calling him the wrong one."

You can’t say ‘Who is that?’ ‘Who is that?’ ‘What is that?’

"After all, he is an old man of seventy-five or six years old. There are so many children and grandchildren in the family, and he probably doesn't recognize them all, let alone the grandson of the grandpa who is just one floor away from him."

When they arrived at the entrance of the village, everyone went their separate ways. Liu and the others went to the old house, while Yang Ruoqing and Sun went to the main road at the entrance of the village.

Luo Fengtang hasn't come back yet. Yang Ruoqing and Sun's wife are washing their feet face to face in the main room. The door of the main room is half closed. Sun happens to be facing the main door, so she rubs her feet and looks out.

"Mom, what are you looking at?"

Yang Ruoqing also twisted her neck and looked behind her.

The lights were on in the yard, but the light was dim and nothing could be seen.

Sun said: "I was thinking, your father and fifth uncle should have received the news by now, right?"

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while, "The guards sent by Tang Yazi are working hard. My father and others must have received the news."

Mrs. Sun nodded, "Will you be home soon tomorrow afternoon?"

Yang Ruoqing: "If you get up early and won't be delayed on the way, it should work."

"That's good, I'll wait until they come back and see them for the last time before they are buried." Mrs. Sun added.

Yang Ruoqing corrected: "The main thing is to wait for Yongbai's grandson to come back. As for my cousin Lan'er, she will definitely not be able to come back in time."

It will take seven days at the earliest to send the news to Xiushui Town in the south.

Then she comes over, and it takes seven days at the fastest, and half a month passes every time she comes back.

This does not rule out whether she will be delayed on the way to take care of her son. If she is delayed, she will be a month younger.

But even so, Yang Ruoqing will send a message to cousin Lan'er later, at least telling her about this matter.

As for when to come back to worship, it depends on cousin Lan'er and brother-in-law Ahao's own arrangements.

"Xiao An should come back with your father and the others, that is, Da'an..." Mrs. Sun hesitated.

But Yang Ruoqing understood what she wanted to express.

She leaned forward and held Sun's hand: "Mom, Da'an is further away than cousin Lan'er, and I can't make it back even if I say so."

If Lao Yangtou died, I would have to send him a message to come back even though I was thousands of miles away.

Not only did he have to rush back, but he also had to keep his filial piety for old Yangtou, Ding You.

The same is true for Da An, and the same is true for Xiao An.

Who makes them the direct grandchildren?

Mrs. Sun washed her feet first and put on her shoes and socks, while Yang Ruoqing continued soaking.

When the weather gets colder, you should soak your feet more. It will feel comfortable and your whole body will be warm. You will feel that your muscles and meridians have been opened up.

"Qing'er, please soak for a while first. When you get up, mother will wipe it for you." Mrs. Sun said.

There is no way, now that Yang Ruoqing has a big belly, it is a hundred difficulties to bend down and wipe her feet.

"Mother-in-law, please rest for a while and I'll wipe Qing'er."

Luo Fengtang entered the main room dressed in night clothes. He first said hello to Mrs. Sun, then went straight to Yang Ruoqing and knelt down.

The big hands used to holding swords touched the warmth of the water, then held up her feet, gently rubbing the soles of the feet for a foot massage.

Mrs. Sun was watching all this quietly from the side, with a happy smile on her face.

"Well, feel comfortable, use a little more force..."

"good."

Luo Fengtang smiled gently, with no trace of impatience on his face.

Yang Ruoqing leaned back on the chair, narrowed her eyes comfortably, and hummed.

Mrs. Sun watched this scene from the side, her smile getting deeper and deeper.

But he deliberately blamed Yang Ruoqing: "You kid, you have to pinch your feet to make me come. Tang Yazi has been busy all night, and you didn't let him rest when he got home."

Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes with a smile on her face.

She also deliberately hooked a little water with her toes to annoy Luo Fengtang: "Did you hear that? You are your real son-in-law, and I am a fake daughter-in-law. My mother is already fighting for you."

Luo Fengtang smiled, raised his head and said to Mrs. Sun, "Mother-in-law, I'm not tired."

"If you're not tired, why don't you sit down for a while? How can you wash your wife's feet right after entering the house? If someone sees you, they will laugh at you, a big man." Mrs. Sun added.

Although she and Yang Huazhong lived respectfully as guests all their lives, they never had any quarrels.

But here, they still abide by their respective duties.

The male leads the outside and the female leads the household. Yang Huazhong works hard for the family, and Mrs. Sun takes care of the housework and takes good care of the children.

Washing the feet and making the bed was basically Sun's responsibility.

Yang Huazhong never washed Sun's feet. Sun always gave him foot-washing water.

But he felt sorry for Mrs. Sun and refused to let Mrs. Sun wash his feet. This matter was left to the other women in the village. Mrs. Sun was already envied by many women.

Moreover, Sun was originally going to Qing'anjun to give gifts to the He family.

On the one hand, I went with him to show my respect and care for the He family, and at the same time, I also wanted to take care of Yang Huazhong's daily life in Qing'an County, wash his feet and change his clothes, etc.

As a result, as soon as she arrived in Qingshui Town, she suffered from motion sickness and was vomiting all over the place. Yang Huazhong saw something was wrong and asked Chen Biao to send her back.

"Mother-in-law, I like to wash Qing'er's feet. This is something I do willingly. No one dares to laugh at me."

Luo Fengtang did not laugh this time, but told Sun this matter very seriously.
Chapter completed!