"If you still regard this place as your homeland, and treat us as your hair small, you can talk to me well, don't do this at every turn, we are all rough people, and we look awkward!"

Yang Ruoqing got straight to the point, no matter what Mu Zichuan thought, he didn't beat around the bush at all.

This is her character.

I will say this when I treat you as a friend and my own person, because I want to feel casual and happy with each other in the next relationship.

If you don't treat you as a friend, they will temporarily think of you as a snake, and then pull you into the blacklist.

The next time, the birds don't bird you.

The people in the transport team, the right-hand men in the restaurant, the people close to the family, and Xiao Yaxue and their girlfriends all know Yang Ruoqing's character.

At this time, when Mu Zichuan heard Yang Ruoqing's words, he was stunned.

In the next moment, there was no anger on his face.

Heartfelt joy and laughter, but little by little.

"Hehe, outside, get used to it. This has just returned to the village, and it hasn't changed for a while. ”

He smiled apologetically and explained to Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, give me a little time, I will definitely correct this habit, you believe me."

His voice was full of anxiety.

His eyes made her see sincerity.

His attitude made her feel cautious and caring.

This made Yang Ruoqing a little embarrassed.

She waved her hand casually, "Well, take your time and do your best." ”

The corners of Mu Zichuan's lips moved, and he wanted to say something more, over there, the other resting villagers found Mu Zichuan here.

The dignified Tanhualang has returned to his hometown, which is the pride of the big guys.

As a result, the simple and enthusiastic villagers all rushed over here, including Lao Yang Tou and Yang Huazhong.

Seeing this, Yang Ruoqing said to Mu Zichuan: "What, I will go to burn incense with Tang Lingzi first, and when we go down the mountain, we will go to your house to visit my godmother." ”

"Qing'er ......"

"That's it, let's go first." Yang Ruoqing smiled at Mu Zichuan, and then turned sideways and naturally grabbed Luo Fengtang's arm.

Luo Fengtang also nodded at Mu Zichuan with a smile, and walked away with Yang Ruoqing.

Mu Zichuan wanted to call her, but the villagers had already rushed to him, surrounded him in the middle, and rushed to greet him and greet him......

Yang Ruoqing followed the Luo family to the Luo family's ancestral tomb, and then stood aside obediently, watching them busy there.

It's not that she, a daughter-in-law, is lazy and doesn't come forward, but when she does these things, usually the men come forward and the women watch from the sidelines.

When the Locke family and the two of them put the offerings in place, the incense paper and candles were burned, and the cannons were also hung on the branches of the trees on the side, crackling and setting off.

Yang Ruoqing stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and began to kowtow.

After kowtowing, she stepped forward and squatted there, looking at the fire in the brazier.

The blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang took out the shovels, poles, ropes and earthen baskets they had brought with them, walked nearby, and began to dig the soil and pick up the grave.

Watching the two of them busy one trip after another, the hot sweat in their heads was like rain.

Yang Ruoqing sighed secretly.

The people of this era are really filial piety and piety to their ancestors.

Na Ri Song, as well as the guards brought by Tuoba Xian, as long as they gave any order, they could come over and help pick it up.

If they come, it's only a matter of minutes.

But they just don't command.

Luo Fengtang said that this kind of thing must be picked one by one by one, in order to fulfill the filial piety of the younger generations.

The two of them were busy until almost noon, and finally they were able to pick up the grave and make it strong.

Luo blacksmith broke a pine branch nearby and stuck it in Luo Lao's grave.

"Second brother, your house, brother and Tang will help you fix it."

"In the future, if it's windy and rainy, it won't leak."

"Second brother, now our family's life is good, the children are sensible and filial, you can rest assured."

"Our sister-in-law Da'e's side, life is getting better, my niece Zhou Xia met a nobleman, and now Da'e's family doesn't have to worry about food and clothing."

"Second brother, you are down there, if you lack anything, you will drag a dream for my brother."

Blacksmith Luo held the grave of Luo Lao Er, muttered to himself, and sighed again.

Then, he leaned over and picked up the shovel on the ground, and said to Luo Fengtang and Yang Ruoqing here: "It's almost, let's go down the mountain." ”

Luo Fengtang nodded, came to the blacksmith Luo, and took the shovel.

"I'll take it with you." He said.

Luo Blacksmith said: "I'll take it, the road down the mountain is slippery, and you help Qing'er." ”

Luo Fengtang glanced at Yang Ruoqing, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly shook his head: "Uncle, if I walk steadily, you will let Tang Yanzi take it." ”

In the end, the blacksmith Luo could not beat the two of them, and the three of them went down the mountain.

Wang Cuilian had already cooked lunch at home, waited for them to come back, washed her hands, changed her clothes and shoes, and then she could start the meal.

After lunch, Yang Ruoqing confessed to Luo Fengtang, and went to Lao Mu's house with a bowl of Qingming cakes made by Wang Cuilian.

Old Mu's family.

Yang Ruoqing just turned the corner in front of her, and at a glance, she saw the greetings of men and women coming from the courtyard of Lao Mu's house.

The poor in the downtown no one asks, and the rich have distant relatives in the mountains.

The situation of Lao Mu's family completely deduces this golden rule.

Yang Ruoqing soon entered the courtyard and came to the hall.

In the room, there were all familiar faces, the eldest mother of the Zhang family, the daughter-in-law of the Li family, and the uncle of the Chen family, all of whom came.

A room full of people was surrounded by a middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman was none other than Mu Zichuan's mother, Liu.

"Godmother!"

Yang Ruoqing shouted excitedly.

The sound pierced through all the noise in the room.

Liu turned around, and when he saw that it was Yang Ruoqing, the woman's face showed sincere joy and excitement.

"Qing'er, you're here!"

She walked through the crowd and ran towards Yang Ruoqing.

"Godmother, you are doing well, your complexion is good, and it seems to be a little rounder." Yang Ruoqing looked at Liu and said.

Liu smiled: "When I went to the capital, I didn't even let me plant the vegetable garden and Zichuan." ”

"The thing fell at my feet, and I wanted to pick it up, and immediately a maid rushed to pick it up."

"You say, I'm raised like a pig, can I not gain weight?" Liu said.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and the others on the side also covered their mouths and smiled.

"Zichuan is filial and is a good son of the best in the world."

"Sister-in-law of the Mu family, you are blessed, you have given birth to a good son, it's too late for us to envy it......"

The compliments suddenly poured in like a tide.

Liu held Yang Ruoqing's hand tightly and looked Yang Ruoqing up and down.

"Is your dad okay? The baby has grown up, right? Can you walk and talk? ”