Chapter 527 The Beauty in the Painting (Seventh Update)
Seeing what happened to the fifth uncle and the fifth aunt, Yang Ruoqing felt more and more that the good life of her family was really hard-won.
Dad broke his leg and was thrown away by Lao Yang's family as a burden.
This is really a blessing in disguise.
Now, my legs are healed and my family is getting rich.
Seeing that they were buying land and opening a restaurant, Lao Yangtou and the others must have regretted letting go of this fat sheep.
So, Uncle Wu went shopping and received more than twenty taels of silver a year.
My grandma will not let this sheep out again even if I beat her to death.
Hey, it’s hard for upright officials to take care of household chores. The five uncles and five aunts can only rely on themselves to fight.
……
The next day was the day when Yang Huamei returned home.
Before dawn, Lao Yangtou came over to say hello to Yang Huazhong.
Let him and Sun go to the front yard to help entertain guests no matter what.
However, this has nothing to do with Yang Ruoqing.
The voices of Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong were heard outside the house. Inside, she pulled the quilt over her head and continued to sleep.
Now that I am the owner of a restaurant, I just go around the restaurant during the day and take charge of the overall situation.
No longer have to work as hard as delivering tofu in the past, getting up early and working late at night.
In addition, the family also bought a carriage, so there is no need to walk.
So, she slept until Mrs. Sun came to wake her up for breakfast, and then she got up.
Just after breakfast, Luo Fengtang drove his carriage over, and Yang Huazhou came too.
"Fifth uncle, please don't go today. When my sister-in-law comes home, you can rest at home for the day."
Yang Ruoqing said.
After what happened last night, Yang Huazhou's energy and energy were much weaker.
Hearing this, he squeezed out a wry smile at Yang Ruoqing: "I won't rest anymore. I can't fall behind on my errands."
"When your sister-in-law comes home, you still have your father. As for the uncle and the four uncles, one more of me is not more, and one less of me is not more.”
The resentment is so deep...
Yang Ruoqing thought to herself.
However, I admire his sense of responsibility very much.
But——
"Uncle Wu, you are still injured..." she said.
Yang Huazhou shook his head: "A little skin injury is nothing!"
"Qing'er, I know you are doing it for my own good, so don't try to persuade me anymore."
"Let me go. Go work in the restaurant, stay at home, I'm even more worried!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing thought about it and thought so.
"Okay, let's go to the restaurant to work."
The three of them got on the carriage and headed towards the restaurant.
Home.
After breakfast, Mrs. Sun saw that the sun was nice and planned to dry all the quilts on the children's beds.
When she came to Yang Ruoqing's room to hug her quilt, she saw a pair of tied paper rolls at the end of the bed.
Sun held it in his hand and looked at it, wondering what it was.
Daan and Dajie changed their shoes and were about to go to Lijiacun to go to school.
Come here to say goodbye to Mr. Sun.
Seeing Mrs. Sun holding this thing in her hand, Daan walked over curiously: "Mom, what are you holding in your hand?"
Shit Sun said: "I don't know either. "What is it? I saw it at the end of your sister's bed. Could it be that she forgot to bring something important to the restaurant?"
Da'an took the thing over and untied the rope tied to it.
"I'll know just by looking at it."
Soon, it was opened, and Daan shook the paper roll open and took a look.
The fresh fragrance of pen and ink floats into the nostrils, and on the paper as white as snow, a picture of a beauty catching butterflies jumps into view.
"It turns out to be a picture scroll!"
Da'an said, holding one end of the picture scroll with both hands, stretching it out to appreciate it carefully.
"Who painted this? The painting is so good and lifelike!"
Da'an praised, his eyes sparkling.
Sun couldn’t understand the painting, but she still poked her head around to take a look.
"Hey, Da'an, do you feel that the beauty in this painting has some familiar features?" asked Sun.
“Really?” Daan narrowed his eyes and took a closer look.
Hearing this, Dajie also ran over and looked at him together.
“It’s my cousin!”
Dajie was the first to speak out.
Da'an said: "Ha, you beat me to my words."
Mrs. Sun also nodded: "No wonder I thought it looked familiar at first glance. It turned out that the painting was based on your sister's facial features!"
"Oh, it's a pity that your sisters are all wearing coarse clothes. . ”
“If she puts on the skirt in this painting, she will definitely look better than this beauty!” said Sun.
Da'an's eyes looked carefully at the scroll.
There is only one picture on the scroll and not a single line of poetry.
However, at the bottom of the painting, the name of the painter was left.
Muzichuan!
Brother Zichuan drew a portrait of his sister and gave it to her...
My sister even accepted it.
The two of them, what is going on?
Daan pursed his lips slightly and fell into thought.
"Da'an, what are the words written at the bottom?"
Sun also discovered the three words in the Luowei logo and asked Da'an.
Da'an came back to his senses and said with a normal expression: "I didn't write anything, just the name of the painting."
"Mom, I will put this scroll away for my sister. I will do it later at night." Give it to her.”
After that, Daan collected the scroll and left the house.
......
On the carriage, Yang Ruoqing belatedly thought of the scroll.
Fainted to death.
After I came back yesterday, I completely forgot about all the things I had done.
The scroll seemed to have been casually placed on the bed by her, so it would not be lost.
……
The front yard of Lao Yang’s house.
After a crisp sound of firecrackers, Yang Huamei returned home with her new uncle Wang Shuanzi.
After what happened last night, Old Yangtou still looks a little pale and weak today.
But he still managed to get up from the bed and sat in the main room in the front yard to greet Wang Hongquan and Wang Shuanzi.
In the backyard, the five daughters-in-law, Jin, Yang, Sun, Liu, and Bao, were busy in the kitchen.
Tan, on the other hand, took Yang Huamei's hand and sat in the house where Yang Huamei used to live.
The two women closed the door and window and talked.
"My son, my flesh, my mother has been dead for the past two days. I finally want you back..."
As soon as Tan entered the house, she hugged Yang Huamei and cried.
Yang Huamei pushed Tan away impatiently and walked hurriedly towards the table in the room.
Pull out the drawer and rummage through the cabinet to find something.
Tan was surprised, wiped her tears and asked her, "Mei'er, what are you looking for?"
Yang Huamei was still looking for something with her butt stuck out.
Hearing this, he said without looking back: "Where are the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and sugar dimes that I put in this drawer and cabinet before?"
Tan thought for a moment: "Oh, when you went out that day, I Seeing how messy the house is, I'm worried about your fourth sister-in-law's house. A girl came in and stole it, so I put it away for you."
"Mei'er, wait, I'll get it for you right now!"
Soon, Mrs. Tan will bring it. I got a bundle roll, put it on the table and unwrapped it.
Inside, there are all snacks and snacks.
Osmanthus cake, sugar dimes, small twists, big red dates and peanuts and melon seeds...
Yang Huamei's eyes lit up and she was dancing with excitement.
“Oh my, it’s better to be at home, where we have everything to eat!”
My big ass sat on the stool, and I leaned on the table and started eating.
Ms. Tan poured a bowl of tea for Yang Huamei, sat down opposite her, and watched her eat with a smile.
"Silly girl, eat slowly and don't choke. No one will compete with you."
Tan's advice was doting on you.
(End of this chapter)