Chapter 4766 Wife’s Proposal
As soon as the carriage entered the yard, Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing unloaded the items purchased for this trip, and Yang Huazhong picked up the bag of soy pork elbows and planned to send it to Lao Yangtou’s old house.
As a result, he was stopped by Mr. Sun.
"It's the first day of the new year. My father and mother are eating and drinking with the fifth family this month. Why don't you just send the sauce elbow to the fifth brother and sister and let her heat up the wine for father at night." Ms. Sun reminded.
Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment and patted his head: "If you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost sent the elbows to Lao Si and Xiaojuan. Yes, yes, yes, it's October, it's May's turn If the house supports you, I will give you the pork elbow.”
"Wait a minute and bring this package of silk thread with you. My fifth brother and sister asked me to bring it for her." Mrs. Sun said again.
Yang Huazhong took the things and hurried to deliver them.
Yang Ruoqing took Baby Luo back home. At night, there were several dishes packed back from the restaurant on the Luo family’s dinner table.
There are some that Blacksmith Luo likes, some that Wang Cuilian likes, and some that are suitable for Tuoba Xian.
In addition, Yang Ruoqing also brought a jar of sweet-scented osmanthus brew to Blacksmith Luo.
"This is what Chef Zhou and I solemnly recommend. I must bring you a jar to taste, uncle." Yang Ruoqing said.
Tiejiang Luo’s favorite thing is wine. He held the wine jar and narrowed his eyes with a smile.
"Old Zhou Bu Lai, next time I go to town I will bring him two kilograms of wild tea from our mountains. I'm sure he will like it," he said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded.
He took out the torn fabric and handed it to Wang Cuilian: "Aunt, the weather is getting colder. These fabrics are new this season. Some of the colors are new styles this year. I heard they are from Changhuaizhou. I’ve brought two for you and my mother-in-law, so you can make some jackets to wear.”
"And this material is good for making trousers for my uncle. Just watch and make it." Yang Ruoqing said.
Wang Cuilian looked at the fabric on the table with fondness in her eyes.
“This material is of good quality and feels good to the touch. Later I will buy some good cotton from the villagers and send it to the bomber to have it wadding. It will be perfect for making jackets.” She kept saying.
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Okay, Lijiacun's bombsmiths are famous far and wide. If aunt wants to invite someone to come to our house to play, I will make an appointment in advance..."
"No need to make an appointment. "Wang Cuilian waved her hands quickly, "I will invite your mother and your fifth aunt to go with them. It won't be so troublesome to make an appointment back home."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said hello.
In the minds of women in farmers' households, the early winter after late autumn begins to usher in the slack season of the year.
In the off-season, several women would go to the market together, go to the oil mill in the neighboring village to press oil, stretch cotton wool, or pound rice together, grind and grind the powder to make cakes... …
These are all entertainment and leisure activities during the slack season.
Let’s go together and come back together. We chatted with each other along the way. When we arrived at the neighboring village, we chatted with other women who had the same purpose, telling interesting things about each other’s villages, and then talking to each other. They got to know each other, talked and laughed, and the work was completed. Finally, the group of people came home satisfied, which was a very meaningful thing completed.
Naturally, Yang Ruoqing would not deprive them of entertainment opportunities. On the contrary, she would sometimes secretly create such opportunities for them to have fun.
After making her uncle and aunt happy, Yang Ruoqing went to her mother-in-law Tuoba Xian's house.
My mother-in-law should have just returned from the Buddhist temple at this time and was resting in the house.
When Yang Ruoqing knocked on the door and came in, she found her mother-in-law sitting under the lamp and reading a letter in her hand, with a brocade box beside her.
Although the brocade box was closed and the items inside could not be seen, Yang Ruoqing still recognized it at a glance as a gift that Chen'er's father-in-law asked him to bring to his mother-in-law when Chen'er came home for the New Year last year.
A special wooden comb. The poems engraved on the wooden comb are the vows they made when they fell in love.
May I be like a star and you are like the moon, and the light will shine brightly every night...
What a beautiful oath, I am the star, you are the moon, the stars and the moon shine together, look like Stay together.
It is a pity that time has opened up a long river between the stars and the moon, and they have not seen each other again for thirty years...
"Mom, is it convenient for me to come in?" Yang Ruoqing opened the door and saw the scene in front of her. She hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but ask one more question.
Tuoba Xian's eyes still fell on the letter paper in her hand, and her gentle voice said slowly: "It doesn't matter, you can come and chat with me."
Yang Ruoqing knew that her mother-in-law was lonely. I want to find someone to talk to and relax my mood.
So, she responded obediently, turned around and closed the door, sat down at the table, and raised her eyes to see her mother-in-law.
The orange candlelight shrouded the mother-in-law's face. Her gentle face was beautiful and elegant. Time had been particularly kind to her. She was nearly fifty, but there was nothing old about her face.
Even the fine lines at the corners of the eyes are so light that they require careful inspection.
Yang Ruoqing thought that her mother-in-law a few years ago seemed to be older than she is now. Over the past year or so, she seemed to have undergone magical changes.
Yang Ruoqing secretly attributed this to the nourishment of love.
"Qing'er, tell me, what do you think about that person?" Tuoba Xian suddenly asked.
“Huh?”
Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and found that she had been distracted. She didn't even hear her mother-in-law's questions clearly.
Fortunately, Tuoba Xian didn't seem to really care about Yang Ruoqing's answer. In other words, Tuoba Xian also knew that Yang Ruoqing was not that person, so she couldn't give that person's answer.
She just needed someone to talk to, so she gently touched the letter in her hand and said to herself: "From the letter he wrote to me, I can feel his feelings for me and Nothing has changed, he is still the same person he was thirty years ago.”
“But I can’t figure it out, it’s so deep. Love, why has he avoided me for thirty years? "
"The year we met, I was sixteen and he was twenty, the year we separated? Eighteen, now I am forty-eight, and we have wasted thirty years in the meantime. How many thirty years are there in life? "
"Does he have to wait until the day when I am over seventy years old and about to die before he comes to see me for the last time?"
"If that's the case, then I would rather he never appear in front of me. Now, I don’t want him to see me with gray hair, I just want to The youthful appearance of eighteen years old remains in his memory, but at this moment, I really want to see him, just as an old friend..."
Tuo Ba Xian's voice gradually became lower and lowered, and finally turned into a long sigh.
A drop of clear tears falls on the letter paper between the fingers, and the pen and ink are rendered, as if all the memories and longings, nostalgia and sorrow in the crushed time...
In the room, Suddenly he was enveloped in a sad mood.
Yang Ruoqing lowered her eyes. In the world of love, she had always been pampered and protected by Luo Fengtang.
To be honest, she has never had the experience of her mother-in-law Tuoba Xian, but she can understand her mother-in-law's sadness and confusion.
Really unable to find anything to say to comfort her mother-in-law, Yang Ruoqing was heartbroken and said: "Mom, if you really are not equal, let's go to the East China Sea to find my father-in-law! You are right, there is not much in life. Thirty years later, even if the father-in-law and the father-in-law disappear, There are difficulties in being lost for thirty years. Today, it is time for all the difficulties to come to light. A loving person should not leave this world with regrets! "
(End of Chapter)