Tan pouted: "Let's follow the rules, but we can't be extravagant and wasteful, this money is not blowing in the wind!" ”

"I was swallowed by the dead fat girl for one hundred and fifty wen, the dead girl with a black heart ......"

Tan began to curse Yang Ruoqing again.

Old Yang Tou was tired of hearing it.

A wave of his hand interrupted Tan's words: "This is a happy event, you stop!" ”

Tan closed his mouth unwillingly and sat sideways.

Lao Yang Tou then summed up with his sons about the next few days.

Yang Huaan stayed at home to assist Tan in the list of gifts to be purchased, and Yang Huaming was responsible for the procurement.

As for Yang Huazhou, he sent him to cut down a few big trees on the mountain behind him and started to make marriage beds, tables and chairs.

……

In the next few days, the people of the old Yang family were busy with the matter of the five-room daughter-in-law.

Procurement, cleaning the house and courtyard, informing relatives and friends.

On the third side, Yang Ruoqing's family was not idle.

Taking advantage of the good sun, the pulp that should be washed and the dry that should be dried, the front and back of the house are all full of sun.

"Mother, I'll go out and come home before lunch."

Yang Ruoqing helped Sun dry the patched sheets and said.

Sun asked, "Qing'er, where are you going?" ”

"I want to go to Tang Lingzi's house, take advantage of this good day, and help him and his uncle wash the sheets or something." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Okay, then you can go, remember to bring soaphorn powder and mallets." Sun advised.

"Well, it's all in this basket!"

As soon as she turned the bluestone road in front of her house, Yang Ruoqing saw that on the pond at the entrance of the village, a carriage slowly entered the village.

There are not many people in the village who have cows, so it is good to be able to ride an ox cart in the town.

As for riding in a carriage, it was even more extravagant.

Yang Ruoqing glanced towards the carriage as she walked, and the other villagers she met on the way were also looking.

I saw that the carriage stopped at a fork in the road at the entrance of the village, the curtain of the carriage was opened, and a young man dressed in a blue straight strip jumped out of the carriage.

Mu Zichuan?

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes.

This kid came back to say goodbye, didn't he say that he would return to the village until the end of the year?

Why did you come back so soon?

Just thinking about it, Mu Zichuan turned around and picked up his mother Widow Liu from the carriage.

Widow Liu was holding a blue-blue and white flower-filled bag in her hand, and the burden was bulging.

Mu Zichuan took the burden from her and helped her.

Under the gaze of the villagers from all directions, he paid the fare and helped his mother to walk towards his house.

The young man's body was thin and thin, but his waist was straight.

Walking forward without squinting, the handsome side face gives people an indifference that rejects people thousands of miles away.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at it from afar, then withdrew her gaze, and then rushed towards the old Luo family.

When Yang Ruoqing walked into the courtyard of the old Luo family, she couldn't help but be happy when she saw the scene in front of her.

On the low walls of the courtyard covered with yellow mud, tattered quilts were stacked horizontally and vertically.

The yellowed cotton wool rolled and leaked out of the hole in the cover.

In the courtyard was a large wooden basin for bathing, soaked in plant ash and a mass of indistinguishable sheets.

The water, black and sticky, can hold chopsticks.

"Hey, where did this pulp wash go?"

She looked up in the courtyard, but she didn't see the figures of Luo Blacksmith and Luo Fengtang.

So he shouted loudly.

"Here it is!"

Luo Fengtang stood at the window of the West House and beckoned to her, and then walked out of the house and into the courtyard.

"Qing'er, why are you free to come over today?"

He asked with a smile, and there was still fine hot sweat on his forehead.

The sleeves were pulled up near the shoulders, revealing strong and powerful arms.

Sun-kissed skin with a healthy and wild glow in the sunlight.

"Good day, I'll supervise your drying of your laundry!"

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile, glanced at the quilt drying over there, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, the performance is good, it is worthy of praise!" ”

Awards?

Hearing this word, Luo Fengtang couldn't help but think of the special 'reward' she gave him last time.

His cheeks warmed slightly, and his throat moved.

Looking at her, a glimmer of anticipation crossed her eyes.

It's a pity that Yang Ruoqing's attention was on the sheet in the basin at her feet, and she didn't notice what was in his eyes.

"Eh, how long have you been soaked in this sheet?" She gently touched the basin with her foot and asked him.

He suppressed the little loss in his heart, thought for a while, and said, "I'll take it down and soak it when I get up today." ”

Got up soaked?

Yang Ruoqing calculated according to his usual time of getting up, and her eyebrows widened.

"It's almost two hours, hurry up and pick it up, or it's going to rot!"

"Huh?"

Luo Fengtang was also anxious, there were only two sheets at home, he slept in one bed, and his uncle slept in another.

If you soak it, you won't have to sleep.

He hurriedly squatted down to get the sheets, a pair of big hands twisted there, and the black water ticked off his feet all over the ground.

He twisted it, secretly glad in his heart.

Fortunately, I am wearing straw shoes this time, if I wear the cloth shoes that Qing'er gave Na, it would be a pity if it gets dirty!

Here, Yang Ruoqing looked at his hurried appearance and shook her head secretly.

This kid, who is very good at dancing with knives and sticks with both hands, is really clumsy to do these things.

"I'll help you!"

She said, putting down the basket she was carrying, rolling up her sleeves and taking the end of the sheet in his hand.

"Tang Yanzi, I'll pull this end, you pull that head, let's twist it in opposite directions."

"Hmm!"

The two of them twisted together, just like twisting a twist, and the black water in the sheet fell down.

Estimated that it was almost twisted, Yang Ruoqing took the end he was dragging on, folded it and put it into the basket she brought.

There was also a quilt that followed suit.

"If you can't wash the sheets in the pot at home, you have to take them to the pond." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

He grinned and said, "It's okay, I'll just clean it a few more times." ”

Yang Ruoqing caught the fleeting embarrassment on his face.

She then snapped.

In this era, men are typically inferior to women.

Men don't cook or do laundry.

The pond at the entrance of the village is washed by the slurry, and all of them are women.

When I was doing the laundry, I was chattering.

The east family and the west family are short, and they are all talking nonsense that is not nutritious.

In the village, there is a singles' house similar to Luo Blacksmith, and most of the laundry clothes are left at home and fooled around.

"Well, I'll take these two sheets to the pond to wash."

Yang Ruoqing said, and then picked up the bamboo basket.

Luo Fengtang was stunned, then stopped her and said, "Qing'er, how can I let you wash it, if you want to wash it, I'll go too!" ”

As he spoke, he was going to snatch the bamboo basket from her hand.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "The pond women at the entrance of the village are gathered, and what they say is not taboo. Aren't you afraid? ”

Luo Fengtang's face flushed, obviously a little afraid.

Yang Ruoqing laughed and slapped away his hand holding the bamboo basket.

"I'll finish washing it in a while, you pour this basin of black water as far as you can, sweep the yard again, and I'll wash it back!"