The girl was like a busy little bee, going in and out of the house, busy.

A broom, a rag, became magical and omnipotent in her hands.

"Tang Yanzi, if you look at this house again, don't you feel different?"

When she was done with all this, she exhaled, raised her hand to wipe the beads of sweat on her cheeks, and asked Luo Fengtang excitedly.

Luo Fengtang's eyes turned around the room, and there was faint excitement in his eyes.

Why is it different? What a change!

Clean, tidy, and comfortable at a glance.

His wardrobe seemed to have been renewed, and the clay bowl in which he drank tea was opened.

The front and rear windows were opened, and the room was brightened, and the dampness and musty smell had faded considerably.

"It's so clean, I almost don't recognize it. It's just that smelling the stench, it's a bit unaccustomed! ”

He grinned and scratched his head.

Picking up housework, it's really a girl's business!

He's grown so big, he's never lived in such a clean house!

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him: "You, it's really muddy and can't get on the wall!" ”

"Hey...... hey," he smirked.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the front and rear windows and told him: "Sleep at night, only cover the sieve." It is best to take it off during the day to allow the house to be ventilated. ”

"Hmm!" He nodded.

"When the weather is sunny and the sun is good, you must take the quilt out to dry, when the sun shines, the quilt is fluffy and warm, not to mention, there will be no fleas!"

"Good!" He listened very carefully and memorized every word by heart.

Outside the house, Blacksmith Luo, who has been a bright and upright person all his life, is probing his brain at the moment.

The corn paste was hot twice, and he came to take a look twice.

The girl was in the house cleaning up for Tang Lingzi, and she was very busy.

The two of them asked and answered, talking and laughing.

He hid outside, and heard the girl humming a few little tunes from time to time.

That voice is so good!

Blacksmith Luo was still squatting under the outside wall to listen, and suddenly there was a surprised voice from the girl.

"Uncle Luo, are you hot with that corn paste?" She asked.

As soon as she entered the yard before, she asked him to heat the corn paste so that she could change the taste of Tang Lingzi.

She had cleaned up the house, and the corn paste had not yet been served.

She just came out to see what was going on.

I saw the blacksmith Luo squatting under the window outside the West House smoking a dry cigarette, and there was still a signature smirk of the old Luo family on his face.

When Blacksmith Luo saw Yang Ruoqing coming out, he hurriedly stood up.

"It's hot, I'll take a few puffs of cigarettes and bring it to Tang Yanzi."

"It's okay, you smoke your cigarette, I'll serve it."

Yang Ruoqing brought the cornmeal batter to Luo Fengtang.

"Try it, my mother's cornmeal batter is fragrant and sweet."

She smiled and winked at Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang picked up the chopsticks and picked up the bowl, which was a pull.

"What's going on? I didn't lie to you, did I? Delicious, right? She asked.

"Well, my aunt's craftsmanship is so good!" He praised from the bottom of his heart.

"That is, as her daughter, my craft will be better in the future!" Yang Ruoqing's old face was not red.

It was just a joke, but he nodded earnestly.

"Well, I believe it!"

"Hee-hee." Yang Ruoqing smiled, what a silly boy.

Here, Luo Fengtang, who was full of food and drink, thought of something and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Count the days, it's time to make tofu tonight, let's meet at the entrance of the village as agreed early tomorrow morning, and send tofu to the town together!" ”

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "I was about to tell you, your injury is not healed yet, and you can't be tired!" ”

"I'm really fine with that little injury, but I've picked up water ......," he said.

"Thirty miles to Qingshui Town, sixty miles back and forth, no better than home to the pond at the entrance of the village!" Yang Ruoqing said.

"I'm not going to town, why are you sending tofu by yourself? I'm really fine, it's a big deal to walk slowly, and when I'm tired, I'll rest! He insisted on going.

Yang Ruoqing resolutely did not let go.

"I bandaged your wounds, I am your attending doctor, you have to listen to me!"

After a pause, she continued: "I asked my fifth uncle to help me deliver tofu tomorrow morning, you are at home, rest, and when the injury is healed, there is a chance for you to deliver tofu!" ”

Luo Fengtang couldn't resist Yang Ruoqing in the end, so he had to follow her.

……

The front yard of the old Yang family.

Tan sat at the door of the east house to collect shoes, and gave the old Yang Tou and Yang Huazhou who were talking about things in the house.

In the room, Lao Yang Tou sat behind the table of the Eight Immortals and smoked dry cigarettes.

Yang Huazhou stood at the other end of the table, looking awkward.

Old Yang Tou raised his eyelids and glanced at Yang Huazhou, and advised: "Let your sister-in-law boil an extra pot of water tonight, you take a good bath, wash your hair, and change into clean clothes." Save yourself from looking at each other, the smell of sweat will smoke the girls away! ”

"Dad, I don't really want to go!"

Yang Huazhou drooped his head and said in a muffled voice.

"Why don't you want to go?" Old Yang asked in surprise.

"I can't pull that face!" Yang Huazhou Road.

Let him go to help others, say hello, and you can go with a fart.

But when he thought of taking a bath, washing his hair, changing his clothes, and shaving his beard, he sent it to a girl to take a look, and he broke out in a cold sweat in the palm of his hand when he thought about it!

Old Yang slammed the dry tobacco pole in his hand on the table.

"Old Five, are you a little promising? You're twenty-five or sixteen, do you really plan to be a bachelor for the rest of your life? ”

Old Yang asked sharply.

"It's for you to take a look at other girls, and it's not for you to go up the knife mountain and down to the sea of fire, why are you not promising?"

"Dad, look at it, it's definitely not going to work!" Yang Huazhou said with a frown.

"If you haven't seen it yet, why don't you know if you can't do it?" Old Yang Tou was very displeased.

"The fortune teller has said it, I am the life of that wife, the girl has no grievances with me, I don't want to harm others!"

"Fart!"

Old Yang Tou slammed the dry tobacco stick in his hand on the table, so angry that his eyebrows and beard were shaking.

Yang Huazhou was startled and didn't dare to squeak.

Tan, who was windy outside, heard the movement inside and poked his head in.

"What are you two doing? If you have something to say, it's good to say! ”

With a word of advice, Tan retracted his head.

Outside the house, Liu's eyes flickered, and he moved his feet to this side, wanting to hear what his father-in-law and brother-in-law were planning.

"The fourth family, what are you doing with thieves? Has the pigsty been swept? Have you fed the old cow? The dinner is not prepared yet, is it planned to let the whole family drink the northwest wind? ”

Tan shouted angrily, and Liu immediately stopped.

With a smiling face, he said: "I just washed the rice, cut the sweet potatoes, and was about to cook sweet potato porridge!" ”

Tan looked at Liu with a pair of sharp eyes, and Liu knew that there was no play in eavesdropping, so he retreated back to the stove room.

In the room, Old Yang Tou sighed heavily and continued to do Yang Huazhou's ideological work.

"Fortune tellers are not sure. Old five, you are not young, you can't fight a bachelor for a lifetime! ”

"Having more children and grandchildren is a blessing. You are alone, you will be old in the future, lonely, sick in bed and no one will serve tea and pour water. ”

"After a hundred years, I returned to the west, and there was no one who broke the pot, and the grave was deserted during the New Year's holidays."