Chapter 2251 The Touch of a Man (Third Update)
"Now that Zhuiyun is back, should we go back to meet it again?" Luo Fengtang asked again.
Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment, but shook her head.
“Forget it, we have already reached the village and are too lazy to climb the mountain anymore,” she said.
“As long as I know that it is alive and can come out to eat roast chicken and squeal at me a few times, I will feel relieved.”
"The Chinese New Year is tomorrow, and there are still some things to do today. Let's go home!" she said.
Luo Fengtang nodded, he relied on her in everything.
Yang Ruoqing then turned her head again and glanced at the towering mountains behind her, took Luo Fengtang's hand, turned around and entered the village without looking back.
After noon, Blacksmith Luo drove his carriage back from Zhoujia Village.
"Uncle, how are cousin and the others? Are cousin Xiaohuan and the child in her belly okay?"
Yang Ruoqing asked with concern.
Tiejiang Luo said: "They are a young couple, they are pretty good."
"The shack is reinforced with thatch on all sides. The north wind cannot blow in, and it is also covered with wooden boards. And rainproof things will be enough to support it until next spring.”
"There are some pots and pans in the shack, a simple shop has been set up, and the bed is dry and dry."
"When I went there, Zhou Wang was chopping wood piles outside the shack. , saying that they plan to build a small fence half a person’s height.”
"It's lunch. Xiaohuan cooked it in the shack. That girl, the cooking tastes not bad, and she's also considerate. She sent Zhou Wang to get two ounces of wine and boiled the wine for me."
Talking about the trip to his nephew and his wife's house, Blacksmith Luo showed a hint of relief on his face.
Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other, and they both saw the same thing in each other's eyes.
Although Luo Fengtang was brought up by Blacksmith Luo, the affection lies there.
However, nothing in this world is perfect.
In Blacksmith Luo's life, the only juniors who are related by blood to him are Zhou Wang and Zhou Xia.
Looking at how he tolerated Zhou Xia again and again in the past, you can see how much the man cares about this family relationship.
It can also be said that men are actually lonely.
It was because Zhou Xia went too far that Blacksmith Luo had to cut off the contact.
My nephew Zhou Wang's abandonment of the dark side and his now sensible attitude have reawakened the family love that Blacksmith Luo longed for in his heart.
Therefore, men like to visit their nephew's house very much. To put it bluntly, they feel lonely.
"Uncle, are you tired after traveling for so long?" Yang Ruoqing asked with concern.
"The tea has been brewed. Now my husband, Ga, has sent two packs of dry tobacco brought from Sunjiagou. They are both placed on the table in the main room. How many puffs do you want to take? "Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Blacksmith Luo was also moved by his niece's filial piety.
The man nodded: "Okay, okay!"
Here, Luo Fengtang also took the reins of the carriage from Blacksmith Luo: "I'll park the car in the backyard, uncle, you go and have a rest."
Luo Fengtang stopped the car, and Yang Ruoqing and Blacksmith Luo entered the main room together. At this time, Wang Cuilian came over holding a cotton-padded coat.
"Come, change into this cotton coat. Take off this one and I'll wash it for you. We'll wear it again when we go to Zhou Wang's place to pay New Year's greetings in the first month of the year." Wang Cuilian said.
Blacksmith Luo stood up and was about to change into his cotton-padded jacket. When he heard this, he was startled.
He looked at Wang Cuilian and then at Yang Ruoqing, a little surprised and a little surprised by Wang Cuilian's words.
Why?
Because regarding the matter of running around with Zhou Wang, the three core members of the family, Yang Ruoqing, Luo Fengtang, and Wang Cuilian, only acquiesced to Blacksmith Luo's move. And the three of them didn't want to go to Zhoujiacun at all.
Now, Wang Cuilian said this...
"Cuilian, what did you just say?" Blacksmith Luo couldn't help but ask again, hoping to get A clearer and more precise answer.
Wang Cuilian pursed her lips and smiled, then glanced at Yang Ruoqing: "Look at your uncle's future, Qing'er, let's talk about it. He won't believe it when I tell him later, but if you tell him, he will feel at ease."
< br>Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing also laughed and said to Blacksmith Luo: "Uncle, I discussed it with Tang Yazi and Auntie. Okay."
"In the first month of next year, let's wait for cousin Zhou Wang and others to come over and pay New Year greetings to your uncle."
"We'll go to cousin Zhou Wang's house to pay our respects later, since that's what we're doing. We have relatives and we have to move around, so let’s move around in a decent way, right?” she asked.
These words sounded like the sounds of nature to Blacksmith Luo’s ears.
The man was excited, grateful, and moved at the same time. He had thousands of words stuck in his throat and his eyes were red.
"Qing'er, to have such a filial and reasonable nephew and nephew-in-law like you, I, Blacksmith Luo, am really... really lucky to have cultivated myself in my previous life!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing smiled even more happily now.
"Uncle, you didn't tell me everything. There is also my aunt!"
She said, and winked playfully at Wang Cuilian beside her.
Blacksmith Luo came to his senses and quickly changed his words with a complacent smile: "Yes, yes, and your aunt, I am able to marry a virtuous woman like your aunt, which is a blessing I have cultivated in my previous life!"
< br>Wang Cuilian blushed and said angrily: "You are not ashamed. If you say such things in front of juniors, I will blush for you."
Blacksmith Luo was in a great mood. Okay, grinning: "I'm telling the truth. You are good to begin with, and you don't dislike me as an old bachelor."
Wang Cuilian said: "Then let me tell you, you are good too. , I don’t mind that I am a widow.”
Yang Ruoqing stood up and said, “Uncle, aunt, you two are very good, and we are a good family!”
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The Chinese New Year will be celebrated tomorrow, and this year it is the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.
On the night of the 28th, after an early dinner, Yang Ruoqing handed the two children to Luo Fengtang and asked him to take them back to the house to play.
When the two little guys are tired from playing, I will wash their faces and bodies casually and get into bed.
As for herself, she put on an apron and came to the kitchen with Wang Cuilian.
The meatballs and patties were kneaded and beaten in the afternoon, and dried in a large sieve. They were all raw meat mixed with sweet potato flour.
Tonight, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have to process these meatballs and patties again.
Wang Cuilian sat at the mouth of the stove, and Yang Ruoqing stood beside the pot with a spatula.
Use the corner of a spatula to pick up a piece of lard that looks like cream from a jar of lard on the side and throw it into the red-hot iron pot.
The milky white lard quickly melts into a crystal liquid under high temperature.
Then, Yang Ruoqing put the meatballs and patties in the sieve into the pot in batches, added a little water, and started frying.
Turn them back and forth with the spatula to ensure they are heated evenly.
The pot made a cheerful sound of sizzling, then put the lid on the pot and simmered for a while, then opened the lid and started stirring.
When the meatballs and patties turn a light golden color, it means they are about seven or eight years old.
At this time, put them into a clean bamboo basket and hang them on the wooden stakes on the wall to dry.
(End of this chapter)