Chapter 2178 is that funny? (Second update)
After having enough wine and food, Zhou Wang and Xiaohuan stood up to say goodbye.
Tiejiang Luo said: "Wait a moment."
Then, he turned and looked at Wang Cuilian: "Are you ready?"
Wang Cuilian said with a smile: "You guys said it before I’ll get it ready when I’m drinking, so I’ll get it now”
Wang Cuilian quickly entered the east room, and after a while, she took out a quilt and came to Zhou Wang and Xiaohuan.
"This is a new quilt made this year. It was originally intended for Tangyazi and Qing'er. No, you are getting married. I have discussed it with Qing'er before."< br>
"My Qing'er has the same idea as me and plans to give you this new quilt to cover."
Hearing this, Zhou Wang and Xiaohuan were flattered.
Xiaohuan said: "Auntie, Qing'er's cousin, this...how can this be so embarrassing..."
Wang Cuilian said: "You live in a shack, it's cold. Take it, you don't have to be polite to us."
Xiaohuan bowed gratefully to Wang Cuilian before accepting the quilt.
Sending the young couple to the gate of the yard, Zhou Wang came not with a carriage or an ox cart, but with a wooden cart.
Why?
The horses and cattle were all left in Zhou Xia's hands. Zhou Wang borrowed this wooden cart from the villagers.
"Take these two things with you too."
Blacksmith Luo said again, carrying half a bag of things in one hand from the kitchen.
"Uncle, what is this again..." Zhou Wang asked.
Tiejiang Luo said: "Thirty kilograms of rice, thirty kilograms of wheat flour, and five kilograms of rapeseed oil."
"Uncle, you must not do this. What are you doing? You've ruined my nephew!" Zhou Wang repeatedly waved his hands, killing those things.
Blacksmith Luo lowered his face and said: "I am uncle, and you are my nephew. I can't eat enough to share with you, it's not too much!"
"Besides, you guys just broke up now. Home, it’s difficult, little one Huan has another one in his belly. He can’t eat enough in the cold weather. Will he starve to death in the shack?”
“Take it, don’t say anything, hurry up while it’s still dark?” Go back." Blacksmith Luo said.
Wang Cuilian and Yang Ruoqing also tried to persuade them, but Zhou Wang finally had no choice. He and Xiaohuan thanked everyone, and then left Changping Village with their things and a wooden cart, and returned to Zhoujia Village.
Luo Tiejiang, Yang Ruoqing and others sighed again, and then teased the two children.
Blacksmith Luo took out the gadgets he made for the two of them, which were some small crickets made of thatch.
The two children loved it very much. They were running around in the yard of Lao Luo's house, screaming, jumping and making noise. They were extremely happy.
Then, Luo Baobao found two brooms from nowhere, kept one for himself, and gave the other to Dazhi.
The two children put the brooms on their crotches, imitated the posture of riding a horse, and ran and jumped in the yard, laughing.
Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang took stools and sat under the wall to bask in the warm winter sun, their eyes following the two small figures.
Seeing the two of them like this, Yang Ruoqing suddenly remembered the scenes in Harry Potter.
The students in the magic school are flying in the sky on broomsticks, which is interesting.
Suddenly, Luo Fengtang's deep voice reached his ears.
“My hair first covered my forehead, and I played in front of the door by folding flowers.”
“The man came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.”
Yang Ruoqing raised her head in surprise and looked at him.
“Ah, what a great poet, what a literary talent.” She pursed her lips and said with a smile.
Luo Fengtang smiled sheepishly and raised his chin towards the two children. "Seeing them acting like childhood sweethearts reminds me of you and me," he said.
"Me and you?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, with memories in her eyes.
"The problem is, you are nearly five years older than me. When you were as old as the two of them, I didn't know where in the world you were."
"And I am as old as them. At that time, you were six or seven years old, and you went to learn blacksmithing from your uncle."
"We have never played together like this!" Yang Ruoqing joked with a smile.
Luo Fengtang also smiled and said: "Actually, you don't know, when you were as big as Baobao and Dazhi, I met you a few times, and one of them left a deep impression on you."
"Huh?" She narrowed her eyes and became interested.
"Tell me, what was the situation at that time?" she urged.
Luo Fengtang's eyes deepened, looking at her, as if through time, he saw more than ten years ago...
"That year, I remember it was like this in the twelfth lunar month, in winter. "It's freezing cold."
"I followed my uncle back to the village from my aunt's house in Zhoujia Village to prepare for the New Year," he said.
His voice, low but gentle, has an indescribable magic power.
Like a storyteller, with a tone full of local accent...
"At that time, my uncle's health was still good. We were blacksmithing in Zhoujia Village and made some money."
"I remember that my uncle was very happy at that time. When passing through Qingshui Town, he even bought me a bag at Cloth Village. The finished cotton-padded clothes were given to me, saying they were new clothes for the New Year.”
“When I passed by the bun shop in Dacheng Town, they even bought me two meat buns.”
“I ate one on the road, and there was another one that I couldn’t bear to eat, so I kicked it in my arms.”
"I plan to take it home and have it for the next meal."
"Just when passing by the entrance of the village, my uncle met an acquaintance and went over to chat with him."
"I stood alone in the pond I was waiting for him by the dam. At this time, I saw Aunt Yang from the old Yang family at the north end of the village coming to wash clothes..."
"Aunt Yang from the old Yang family at the north end of the village? Haha, isn't that right? She's my mother!" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but smile.
Luo Fengtang nodded, "It's your mother."
"In my memory, your mother was very young and timid at that time. She didn't like to talk to people by the pond," he said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded, "At that time, my mother had just married to Changping Village. She was a new daughter-in-law." "Man, my grandma is a fierce mother-in-law, and my mother's arrogance has been suppressed so much that she doesn't dare to take a wrong step or say a wrong word," she said.
When I think about it, I feel distressed. How did I survive this day?
White terror!
"Ah, I don't know Kaimai, go on," Yang Ruoqing said to Luo Fengtang.
Luo Fengtang nodded and continued: "The focus is not on your mother, the focus is on the little tail following her."
As he spoke, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up. Hooked up.
"That must be the first time I meet you in my life." He said.
"I was six years old, and you were about the same age as the babies. When I saw you walking over, you looked like that, and I couldn't help but laugh."
He said, unable to help but laugh again.
Yang Ruoqing was anxious.
"Is it that funny? Tell me, why is it so funny?" she urged.
(End of this chapter)