Chapter 702: This Silly Girl (Third Update)
"Qing'er, you are so thinking, I can't learn from you..." Xiaoyu said.
My eyes couldn't help but turn red again.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at Xiaoyu and couldn't help but tease her: "Hey, I'm just asking, you look more sad than me, who are you thinking about? Tang Yazi?"
“Bah, bah, bah!” Xiao Yu glared at Yang Ruoqing.
"Tang Yazi is your man, okay? It's you who should be worried about me!" Xiaoyu said.
"Haha, is that Brother Ning? Is Xiao Nizi excited?" Yang Ruoqing said.
Xiao Yu’s face turned redder.
"I won't tell you anymore, just make fun of me!"
She stamped her feet, left Yang Ruoqing behind, and ran back to the village.
Yang Ruoqing turned around.
Once again, I stared in the direction where they disappeared.
Then he turned around and returned to the village.
Tang Yazi is gone, but life must go on.
What's more, the elders on both sides of the family were still kept in the dark about his hasty departure.
The explanation fell on Yang Ruoqing's shoulders.
She didn't dare to tell them that he was following Ning Su to fight bandits.
She just said that he and a fellow from nearby Baiquan Town joined the army with Ning Su.
That fellow is naturally Wang Ling.
Fortunately, the family members on both sides are tolerant and sensible elders.
Didn't say anything.
However, from the day she learned that her son-in-law had joined the army, Mrs. Sun lit a lantern in front of the statue of the Kitchen God.
Pray to the gods to bless Tang Yazi for his safe return.
Yang Ruoqing saw all this and was moved in her heart.
Tang Yazi left early in the morning on the 4th.
That night, it rained lightly outside.
Yang Ruoqing tossed and turned, wondering where he was at this time?
Have you brought any rain gear? Is it raining?
Or slept in a military tent?
Have you eaten the rice dumplings?
Do you like that sweet taste?
She remembered that he once told her that during the Dragon Boat Festival, what she envied most was that other people had rice dumplings to eat.
Both he and Uncle Luo don't have enough to eat, and they don't know how to eat according to the festival.
This year is different. He has a wife and a mother-in-law...
Finally he can eat hot rice dumplings.
Thinking of this, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.
I thought about it for a long time, until my eyelids couldn't hold it any longer, and then I fell asleep.
At this time, someone far away in the marching camp in the mountains was peeling off the rice dumplings in his hand with slightly trembling hands.
This is the food he has envied for many years.
Finally I can have this good taste.
Colorful silk threads are wrapped around the plump rice dumpling leaves.
It means good luck.
The yellow and green rice dumpling leaves peel off, revealing the attractively colored rice dumplings inside.
Candied date rice dumplings?
His eyes lit up and he took a bite carefully.
Gently chewing the beautiful taste on the tip of his tongue, a touch of gentle intoxication appeared on his stern face...
Ning Su bent over and came in.
Seeing Luo Fengtang's appearance, Ning Su laughed.
“Well, eating the rice dumplings made by my wife will taste different, right?” he asked.
Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. In order to celebrate the festival, the cooks accompanying the army also made rice dumplings for dinner.
But this kid hid in the tent.
Luo Fengtang was a little embarrassed when he heard Ning Su's joke.
"My Qing'er's craftsmanship is good, you can try it!"
He grabbed two rice dumplings and threw them to Ning Su.
Ning Su was not polite, took it, sat on the ground, and started peeling it off.
"Well, don't mention it, Qing'er's skills are really good!"
Ning Su's mouth was full and her cheeks were bulging.
“I used to eat rice dumplings every year at home.” “In order to please my parents, those aunts made various kinds of rice dumplings every Dragon Boat Festival.”
"Compared with Qing'er's candied date rice dumplings, they are far behind..."
Luo Fengtang was very happy to hear his brother praise his wife so much.
Suddenly, Ning Su seemed to have discovered something. He pointed at the rice dumpling and asked Luo Fengtang: "Does your candied date have a core?"
Luo Fengtang was stunned for a moment and thought about it seriously.
"No." He said.
Ning Su also said: "I don't have these two."
Luo Fengtang thought of something and took another one from the bag and peeled it open to take a look.
Really not!
That girl...
"Tangyazi, you are so lucky to have found a thoughtful girl like Qing'er as your wife!"
Ning Su's sighing voice came.
Growing up, I saw many women asking for favors from men.
Is a woman sincere to a man?
It’s not about how she talks or how she dresses.
But look at what she did.
This girl Yang Ruoqing really cares about Tang Yazi.
Ning Su stood up and patted Luo Fengtang on the shoulder.
"You eat slowly, I'll go see the royal tomb."
Ning Su immediately left the camp, leaving Luo Fengtang alone.
He looked at the seedless candied date rice dumplings in his hand, a man who never shed tears.
Tonight, the corners of my eyes were actually a little moist.
Just like last night, the girl was sitting under the lamp, picking out the date pits one by one...
Is her neck sore? Are your hands numb?
This silly girl!
……
It rained lightly all night and stopped early in the morning.
After Yang Ruoqing finished washing, she opened the door and happened to catch up with Mrs. Sun coming back from outside.
The woman was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, holding a large bundle of calamus and mugwort in her hand.
Yang Ruoqing was startled.
Today is the fifth day of May, the Dragon Boat Festival.
According to the custom in this area, calamus and mugwort must be placed on doors and windows during the Dragon Boat Festival.
Used to seek good luck and avoid evil.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing come out, Sun greeted her with a smile.
"Qing'er, come here and help mother put up these calamus and mugwort."
"Hey, okay!"
Yang Ruoqing responded and came over to talk to Sun. Get busy together.
The aroma of mugwort is refreshing.
It also diluted some of her depressed mood due to Luo Fengtang's departure.
"Did my grandma penetrate it?" she asked while sorting it out.
Sun said: "I went to the fields with your aunt to cut it just now. They should be cutting it now."
"Well, that's good! Yang Ruoqing said.
"Mom, Tang Yazi has gone to join the army. Uncle Luo is alone at home. It's a holiday today. Can we invite him over for lunch at noon?" She asked Sun's opinion.
Sun smiled.
“Silly girl, this is necessary!”
“By the way, you can go to your Uncle Luo later to say hello, and bring some calamus and mugwort to his house. Plug it in.”
“Well, okay!”
During the Dragon Boat Festival, many families in the village are busy making rice dumplings.
However, some poor families who cannot lift the pot still cannot eat rice dumplings.
For example, the old Luo family.
For example, the current four-bedroom Yang family.
Yang Huaming and Liu are not engaged in production.
When they separated, the couple used up half of the acres of land that Old Yangtou gave them and sold it.
With the money they got from selling their land, the couple sat at home and had nothing to gain.
In addition, Yang Huaming was trampled on and his life was broken during this period, and he lay in bed for a month to recover from his injuries.
To see a doctor and take medicine, the money from selling the land has long been spent.
(End of this chapter)