She pointed to her stomach: "I can't carry this belly, it will make your daughter uncomfortable."

Luo Fengtang suddenly said, "Oh, look at me, I'm really stupider than Zhu Bajie!" ”

"Come, then I'll take you back!"

Unable to refuse, her strong and sturdy arms stretched out, lifted her whole person horizontally, and walked steadily towards the backyard with slender steps.

She hooked his neck and looked at his handsome side face in the moonlight.

"In the future, I will become an old woman, my hair will be gray, and my teeth will fall out, will you still spoil me like this?"

She tilted her head and asked him.

When I asked this, I felt that I was hypocritical.

However, he was thinking very seriously about her hypocrisy.

"Absolutely." He said.

"As long as I have the strength, I will always hold you until I am old."

"One day I'll be old and I can't hold it, so I'll help you go." He said.

"Mmmm, this is what we agreed, no tricks!" She said.

"Well, don't cheat."

……

After a month and a half, the hottest time of the year is gradually coming to an end.

In broad daylight, although the sun is still blazing, in the morning and at night, you can already feel the coolness.

The late rice is not yet ripe, but the cotton in the field is white.

Yang Huazhong's family planted nearly ten acres of cotton, because the two of them took good care of it, and at this time, they stood on the ground and looked into the field.

The cotton trees are full of white cotton, like a ball of snow, which is gratifying.

Sun, Bao Suyun and Da Sun got up early and went to pick cotton.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing was not idle.

Luo Fengtang helped Yang Huazhong take care of the rice and set up a waterwheel to irrigate.

She put on a hat woven of wheat straw, wore a long-sleeved shirt, and carried a bamboo basket to follow the Sun family to pick cotton.

"Qing'er, you have to be careful, don't fall."

Sun kept telling her, very uneasy.

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily, "Mother, don't worry, I'm holding on to my feet, and I won't fall." ”

Picking cotton isn't tiring, it's fun.

Looking at the cotton tree in front of him, a large snow-white cotton flower in full bloom.

Gently pinch the corner of it with your fingers and pull it out firmly.

In his hand, a large ball of soft cotton fell, which felt very good.

Then throw it into a bamboo basket and pick it.

Listening to the chatter of the eldest grandson, just like that, keep picking forward.

Everywhere you go, the white snowflakes are all picked.

The bamboo basket was full before you knew it.

When a cotton ridge is at the end of the harvest, he pours the cotton from the bamboo basket into the hemp thread belt he brought.

Then do it again.

Yang Ruoqing picked it with relish, and before she knew it, the sun gradually rose to the top of her head, and it was close to noon.

Sun looked up at the sun above his head and said to everyone: "It's noon, let's all go back, I'll cook dinner, and come over to eat at noon."

Da Sun said: "It's still early for lunch, and there is still another time to pick up."

Bao Suyun said: "Let Qing'er go back first, she can't be too tired."

Yang Ruoqing did feel the heat.

After I got pregnant, I felt much hotter in the summer than in previous years.

It is estimated that it is because of the changes in all aspects of the body after pregnancy, this time, they didn't sweat much, but she was sweating profusely.

"Qing'er, you go back first, in the bucket in the stove room, I soaked a watermelon in well water."

"You cut and eat first, and my mother will go home to cook lunch in a while." Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, not insisting too much.

As soon as she walked on the ridge, suddenly, on the road in front of her eyes, several figures caught her attention.

"Mother, look, is the person pushing the cart over there my second uncle?"

She asked, gesturing ahead of her gaze.

The Sun family followed the prestige, and they were also surprised.

"It's your second uncle, he's ...... What are you going to do? Sun was surprised.

On the road ahead, Yang Hualin pushed a board car and walked in front, and on the shuttle bus, there were stones loaded with a board car.

There are two other people in the back who are helping to push.

Behind them, there were several other men, all pushing carts.

The carts are loaded with timber.

"It's all raw, and with these stones and wood, my second uncle shouldn't be going back to the village to build his own house, right?"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

The Sun family and the others were all surprised, put down the work in their hands, and stood on the ridge of the ground to look at the side of the road.

I saw Yang Hualin pushing the cart and walking straight towards the Land Temple with those few people.

Then, at the place where Changping Village and Lijia Village were bordered, they stopped and began to unload the things on the board truck.

"I guess I'm really planning to build a house there," Yang Ruoqing said again.

A few days ago, on the day of the moon and a half, the second uncle returned to Lao Yang's house to ask for the return of his ancestors.

Not only was it rejected by Lao Yang Tou and Tan's family, but he also took back a few rooms in the second room.

Originally, I thought that the second uncle would not be able to come back, but I didn't expect that they would come back and build a house by themselves?

Haha, this cheeky skin is really thick enough!

"Mother, don't care about them, I'll go back first, don't delay too long."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and said to the Sun family.

Sun nodded: "Be careful on the road, walk slowly."

"Hmm!"

……

Yang Hualin married a Qinglou woman, and the Qinglou woman gave birth to a son to him.

Yang Hualin wanted to bring his wife and son back to recognize his ancestors and was finally swept away by the old Yang family, and he has been chatted about by the villagers all over the past few days.

In the past few days, Lao Yang Tou has been embarrassed to walk in the village.

When I met someone on the road, I would joke with him and ask the old man why he didn't want to kiss his grandson?

Finally, after a few days, this turmoil has gradually faded away.

But when Yang Hualin came back to build a house, he suddenly became like a handful of firewood, and the heat of this matter was once again vigorous.

The effort of a lunch was spread throughout the village.

Including Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang, who pumped water from the fields, they all know.

Yang Huazhong sat there and smoked a cigarette, puff after puff, and sighed.

Yang Ruoqing saw that Yang Huazhong had something on his mind, which must be related to the second uncle's return to the village to build a house.

So, he walked over and persuaded: "Dad, you don't think too much, as long as we don't care about him as we said that day, no matter where he builds the house, it won't hinder us!"

Yang Huazhong pulled out the cigarette holder in his mouth and said, "That's what I said, but this **** is dangling under my nose, upset!"

Yang Ruoqing hooked her lips: "If you go to see it, if you go to take care of it, you should be a passerby."

"Don't be soft-hearted, it's none of our business!"

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Well, I know, girl, you don't have to worry about these things."

"You are pregnant with a baby this time, Fu Bo has said, keep your mood happy." He told her in turn.