Chapter 132: One of Our Own (1st update)
My daughter is my parents’ caring little cotton-padded jacket.
Yang Ruoqing knew that during the majority of the day she was gone, her father Yang Huazhong, who was paralyzed in bed, must have been thinking about him.
So without further delay, he turned around and entered Yang Huazhong's house.
“Dad, my family is here!”
In the room, the man was half sitting on the bed, but he was craning his neck and looking out.
Seeing his girlfriend enter the house with great energy, the stone that had been hanging in the man's heart for most of the day finally fell to the ground.
"Qing'er, just come back. I'm going to town today. Is everything going smoothly? No one bullies you, right?" Yang Huazhong asked repeatedly.
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, shaking her head: "Dad, don't worry, anyone who can bully me will probably not be born yet!"
Yang Huazhong He was surprised for a moment, then nodded with a relieved smile: "That's good, that's good!"
"Uncle Third!"
A voice came from the door of the house, and then, a tall figure stooped into the house.
The house, which is not spacious, looks a bit cramped because of the people coming in.
Yang Ruoqing turned around and saw Luo Fengtang coming in.
She hurriedly turned to Yang Huazhong who was sitting on the bed and said: "Dad, this is the town where I went to sell tofu with Tang Yazi! Look at his body, these fists, who You dare to bully me? You are blind!”
Yang Huazhong had also seen Luo Fengtang walking towards the bed. The man sat up straight, holding on to the bed board under him, and looked at Luo Fengtang with a friendly smile.
"Tangyazi, are you tired from the journey? Sit down quickly." Yang Huazhong pointed to the stool next to him and greeted Luo Fengtang.
He then ordered Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, pour a bowl of tea for Tang Yazi."
"Hey!" Yang Ruoqing responded, turned around and was about to pour it, but Luo Fengtang stopped her.
"Qing'er, please don't fall down. I said hello to my third uncle and want to go home." Luo Fengtang said.
"Okay, that's up to you!" Yang Ruoqing said, poured herself a bowl, and stood at the table and drank.
Beside the bed here, Yang Huazhong was asking Luo Fengtang about going to town today.
Luo Fengtang had a shy but respectful smile on his face. He listened carefully and answered carefully.
Yang Huazhong nodded repeatedly with satisfaction.
"Tangyaozi, I won't delay you anymore. Hurry home and don't keep your uncle waiting! It's time to go back and chat with your third uncle again!"
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Yang Huazhong said a little reluctantly.
Luo Fengtang nodded, "Well, third uncle, you have a good rest, I will come back to see you!"
"Okay!" Yang Huazhong said.
Luo Fengtang turned to look at Yang Ruoqing again, "Qing'er, I'll leave first."
Yang Ruoqing put down the tea bowl in her hand and raised her hand to touch the water stains on the corner of her mouth, " Okay, then go ahead!”
Luo Fengtang left with his front legs, and Sun entered the house with his back legs.
"Qing'er, why don't you go see her off?" Mrs. Sun asked as she entered the door.
Yang Ruoqing just sat down on the stool and was stunned for a moment when she heard this.
"What to give?" she asked.
"Send it to Tang Yazi!" said Sun.
Yang Ruoqing laughed dumbly.
“What a bastard, he’s not a little baby who doesn’t know the way home, so he still wants to give it away? It’s so funny!”
“You girl, what’s so funny about this? "I've come all the way to help you carry such heavy barrels and soybeans..."
"Mother, Tang Yazi is not an outsider, so you don't have to deal with those empty things!" Yang Ruoqing curled her lips.
Not an outsider?
Both Sun and Yang Huazhong heard this. The couple looked at each other, and their eyes lit up.
"How do you say this...?" Mrs. Sun suppressed the excitement in her heart and asked tentatively.
Yang Ruoqing then told her parents about buying tofu in a few words.
He also took out the contract he signed with Chef Zhou.
Originally I wanted to hand it to Sun, but thinking that Sun was illiterate, I handed the contract to Yang Huazhong instead.
I heard that Lao Yangtou used to work in the county town, but later something happened, so he moved back to his hometown of Changping Village.
Because he had broadened his horizons outside, Old Yangtou himself knew some words. Although his sons and grandchildren at home were just digging in the dirt, they all knew a few words like his old father.
Yang Huazhong held the contract and looked at it for a long time. The muscles on his face twitched violently, showing a bit of excitement!
Sun came over and said, "Dad Qing'er, what does this contract say? Can it be counted?"
Yang Huazhong tapped the contract lightly with his finger joints, closed it and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.
"Ms. Qing'er, it's true. The restaurant regularly buys our tofu, and we will have another channel to make money in the future!" Yang Huazhong said.
"Really? Great, Bodhisattva bless you!" Mrs. Sun also became excited, and she seemed to see hope in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.
Here, Yang Ruoqing looked at her parents' happy faces and raised the corners of her lips.
"Tang Yazi and I have agreed that we will make tofu together in the future to make money. We will do it, and he will help us choose it and sell it in the town. From now on, we will be like grasshoppers on a rope. What is this if not one of our own? ”
Sun and Yang Huazhong suppressed their joy and excitement, and the couple secretly exchanged glances.
Although, this 'one of their own' is different from the one they expected in their hearts.
But I can’t eat hot tofu in such a hurry.
As long as two children have the opportunity to work together and are willing to work together, there is hope for the future!
The two couples had a tacit understanding and stopped asking about this matter, and started making preparations to go to the mountain to burn incense.
Because Yang Huazhong's legs and feet were not good enough, Sun had to lead Yang Ruoqing's sister and brother when they went to the mountain in the afternoon.
Lao Suntou is a relative and a native of another village. He is going to burn incense for the ancestors of the Lao Yang family. It is not suitable for him to go.
So, in the room, Mrs. Sun began to prepare incense paper and other things.
Over there, Yang Ruoqing took advantage of the opportunity and planned to go back to the house to wash her face, comb her hair and so on.
Going out of the house, I saw Xiao An, who had finished eating the meat buns, and squatted on the ground in the yard.
Holding a small branch in his hand, he was playing happily with his army of ants.
He was very nervous, tilting his head, looking attentive, and still mumbling something in his little mouth.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but become interested. She walked over and squatted down next to him, looking at the lines on the ground that he had drawn with branches that she couldn't understand.
"Xiao An, what are you playing with the ants?"
"Fight!"
"What?" Yang Ruoqing was surprised.
Without raising his head, Xiao An used the branches in his hands to point at the deep or shallow scratches on the ground under his feet, and said to Yang Ruoqing: "I divided them into different camps and let them fight. You Look, these are handsome men on both sides. The one in front is the vanguard. The fight is fierce.”
Handsome?
Pioneer?
Yang Ruoqing also opened her eyes wide and looked at the ground. The few ants that Xiao An was chasing around with branches almost stared at the ground.
I really can’t tell!
"Well, the battle is really fierce. Our Xiaoan is awesome!"
"By the way, where is your brother? Where did he go?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Since I saw Da'an running away at the entrance of the alley, I haven't seen him in sight for a while.
(Double update later!!)
(End of this chapter)