Yang Huazhong listened to Da'an's words, his eyebrows furrowed, and he was silent.

Yang Ruoqing didn't gnaw.

Tea is not a rare thing.

Catch up with such a banquet and keep cooking and stir-frying.

The hot water in the crockpot boiled after a while, and the tea pot was not enough.

The guests at two tables in the front yard, even if they are a group of people from the Sahara Desert, can't drink so much tea!

Obviously, the Tan family just didn't want to give it, so they sent Da'an like this!

And the mother-in-law Sun family must be assigned by the Tan family to keep her feet on the ground.

Even the space for the latrine is wooden!

Yang Ruoqing was a little annoyed.

But seeing Yang Huazhong's guilty face, she suppressed the fire in her heart.

She smiled and said to Yang Huazhong: "Dad, it's okay, I'll go to the stove room to boil hot water, just wait a while!" ”

While speaking, Luo Fengtang also entered the house.

He came over to greet Yang Huazhong.

"Tang Yanzi, you accompany my father to talk, and I'll go boil hot water."

She greeted Luo Fengtang.

"Hmm!"

Luo Fengtang nodded, touched Xiao An's head, and then came to the bedside to talk to Yang Huazhong.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and came to the stove room, added water, and stuffed a few handfuls of pine hair into the stove.

Daan followed.

"Sister, I will stuff firewood, but I won't irrigate ......"

Da'an said softly like a child who had done something wrong.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Da'an and smiled dotingly.

"Silly brother, it's not your fault. You're still young, and it's so hot when you fill the water! ”

She said with a smile.

Da'an is only eight years old, and his body is half a head taller than this pot.

He was asked to pull out a crockpot filled with boiling water from the stove and put it into a tea pot that was kept warm.

Don't say it's him, even if it's herself, it's a bit of a difficult thing.

"Da'an, there is a banquet in front of you, why didn't you come to call your father to sit down?"

Yang Ruoqing asked again.

That's what she cares about the most.

According to the rules, Da'an Xiao'an is a grandchild and a child.

You are not qualified to sit at a table at such a banquet.

It is usually after the main row of guests has dispersed after the banquet has been eaten.

Heat the leftover scraps, and then Tan led his daughter-in-law, granddaughters, and grandchildren to eat them in the kitchen.

But—

Yang Huazhong is qualified to eat the banquet.

Now that he is eating in front of him, he is still sitting on the bed and can't even drink hot tea?

Yang Ruoqing is not happy!

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Da'an frowned.

"I don't know what's going on, this day, I haven't been here......"

Yang Ruoqing asked again: "Then the fourth uncle and cousin, have anyone been here?" ”

The fifth uncle is the protagonist today, and he must not be able to spare time, so there is no need to ask.

Daan thought about it seriously again, but still shook his head.

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes.

Are the people of the old Yang family too busy, or are they deliberate?

The hot water in the crockpot boiled over and over again.

Yang Ruoqing took the crockpot brought by Da'an and filled it with freshly boiled hot water.

When he was brought to the next room, Luo Fengtang was still talking with Yang Huazhong.

Seeing her come in with hot water, Luo Fengtang quickly got up and greeted her, took the hot water in her hand and put it on the table over there.

"Qing'er, I just asked the third uncle for an idea, and the third uncle has nodded for you."

Luo Fengtang said with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised, glanced at Yang Huazhong on the bed, and was also smiling.

"What are you and my dad doing behind my back? Come on, I'll hear it. Yang Ruoqing said with a smile.

Yang Huazhong said: "Your Uncle Luo's family is going to buy land in a few days, and I want you to go over and help pick up a lunch to entertain Uncle Yu and Li Zheng, I nodded for you." ”

When Yang Ruoqing heard this, her eyes lit up.

"It's good to buy a field, Tang Yanzi, which field do you and your uncle like? How much? How much? ”

"Two acres of third-class fields, two taels of silver and one acre, a total of four taels." Luo Fengtang said.

"It's also in the south of the village, close to the Lijia Village, not far from the field that Qing'er's family added a few days ago!"

"Oh, that's a good dare, we will have a companion for work in the future!"

Yang Ruoqing stroked her palm.

Luo Fengtang scratched his head and smiled.

Over there, Da'an poured two bowls of hot tea for Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang brought his bowl to Yang Huazhong: "Third uncle, you drink first!" ”

Yang Huazhong waved his hand: "I sit here in the morning, and I don't do anything, I'm not thirsty, I'm not thirsty, you drink, you drink." ”

Here, Yang Ruoqing drank a few sips of hot tea and felt much more comfortable in her throat and eyes.

She then asked Luo Fengtang: "When will the contract be signed?" ”

"Twenty-eight at the end of this month."

"Well, there are more than ten days, and I will accompany you to Washi to buy vegetables at that time."

"Hmm!"

……

The front yard of Lao Yang's house, inside the main house.

With the courtyard in the middle as the dividing line, there is a table of eight immortals in each of the two halls in front and back.

At the table of the Eight Immortals in front, the men were staggering, and the banquet was in full swing.

Lao Yang Tou, Changping Village Zheng, Lao Wang Tou next door, Lao Chen Tou.

Bao Suyun's maiden brother, Luo Blacksmith, Yang Huaan, Yang Huaming, Yang Huazhou, Yang Yongxian.

Ten people, just enough to fill a table.

Li Zheng sat in the first place, and Bao Suyun's brother sat in the bottom of Li Zheng.

At the table in the second half of the hall, the women and their dependents also sat at a full table.

They are Aunt Zhou, the matchmaker on the side of the old Yang family.

Aunt Luo, the matchmaker sent by the Bao family.

Bao Suyun's sister-in-law, Aunt Zhou's eldest daughter-in-law, and Lizheng's mother-in-law.

Yang Huamei, and next to Yang Huamei, Bao Suyun who was holding Dabao.

There were still two or three vacant seats, and the daughters of relatives in the village were also seated.

……

In the stove room in the backyard of the old Yang family.

The smell of oil smoke rose, and Kim guarded the two stoves below.

Sun took the spoon and put the fried vegetables on the tray on the side, and then sent them to the front yard hall by the second son, Yang Yongjin.

Tan stood aside with his little feet on his feet and assigned.

"Third daughter-in-law, the last two dishes are fried and sent to the front yard. The second boy hasn't come back yet! ”

"Oh, okay!"

Sun neatly put the dishes into a bowl, picked up the tray and was about to leave, but was stopped by Tan again.

"Then take off that apron on your waist, it's dirty, what kind of appetite do you have?"

Tan said angrily.

Sun blushed and nodded again and again: "What my mother said is that it is the daughter-in-law who owes it thoughtfully." ”

After Sun took off his apron, he picked up the tray and sent the food to the front yard.

Tan pouted at Sun's back and muttered, "Reckless, not like a person!" ”

Sun didn't hear Tan's muttering, and the woman walked briskly with the tray.

This dish is fried by herself, and the guests are satisfied with the meal, and she is also happy.

Especially when I think of my man, my leg disease is about to be cured.

I'm afraid I'll be sitting at the table to accompany the guests.

The man had been stuffy in the house for a month or two, and he was so stuffy that he was about to get moldy.

This son can finally be like other men, eating and drinking at such a festive banquet, chatting and talking.

The heart of a woman rejoices indescribably!

She carried the tray into the hall in the front yard.

First, he put a fried small yellow croaker on the tray on the table.

He smiled and said hello, then turned to the table of the men in front of him.

Yang Huaming got up to pick up the dish.

Before leaving, Sun glanced at the guests at the table.

The woman was amazed.

One more glance.

Strange, why didn't Qing'er's father come?

"The third daughter-in-law, the food will be delivered, there is nothing for you here, you go back to the stove room!"

Old Yang's face turned red from drinking.

Seeing that Sun was still at the table, he waved his hand at Sun.

"Oh."