Wanghai County, Changping Village.

Luo Fengtang happened to be going to the county government office, so there was no need for Yang Huazhong to find a way to send a message to Yang Yongjin. Luo Fengtang could just drop by and send a message.

Luo Fengtang left for the county seat after lunch. Then, after dinner, Luo Fengtang returned to the village. Naturally, Yang Yongjin came back with him.

After Yang Yongjin got off the carriage, he said a hasty hello to blacksmith Luo Yang Huazhong and others who came to the door after hearing the commotion, then turned around and entered the courtyard of the second bedroom.

Yang Huazhong was worried and followed Yang Yongjin into the second room.

Blacksmith Luo accompanied Luo Fengtang into his yard.

Blacksmith Luo said: "We all thought you would stay in the county town tonight, but why are you back so late at night?"

It's freezing cold. What a hardship it is to come back all the way!

Luo Fengtang didn't take it seriously. He rubbed his face, which was a little stiff from the cold, and said, "I'll definitely go home if I have a home. There's no need to stay out for the night."

Blacksmith Luo nodded, okay, this guy has a strong sense of family responsibility.

Luo Fengtang went to the backyard to set up the carriage and feed the horses. On this winter night, the horses suffered with him. Luo Fengtang loved horses and treated them as his partners and brothers.

Blacksmith Luo went outside the bedroom in the backyard and coughed.

This was his and Wang Cuilian's secret code. They didn't dare to shout directly, for fear of disturbing the children if they fell asleep.

So he covered his mouth and coughed lightly. Over there, the bedroom door quietly opened a crack, and then Wang Cuilian squeezed out.

She was wearing long sleeping clothes and trousers, and a cotton-padded jacket draped over her shoulders.

After walking out of the door, I looked around for a few times and quickly determined the location of Blacksmith Luo.

"Master, what's going on?" Wang Cuilian came over and asked in a low voice.

Blacksmith Luo said: "Tang Yazi has returned from the county town."

Wang Cuilian: "Ah? Why did this kid come back all night? It's not cold on the road!"

Blacksmith Luo took a look at Wang Cuilian's clothes and urged: "Don't say anything, go back to the house and tell Qing'er, put on your clothes and come back with me!"

Wang Cuilian nodded. Since Tang Yazi is back, she doesn't need to accompany Qing'er to take care of the children here. She can just leave them to the young couple.

"Then wait for me, I'll tell Qing'er." Wang Cuilian turned around and returned to the bedroom.

At this time, Yang Ruoqing was snuggling up in bed and reading a book. At this hour, it should be equivalent to 9:30 Beijing time.

She's not sleepy yet. She usually doesn't feel sleepy until around 10:30 or 11 o'clock. Since she's not sleepy, she must read a book first!

Usually she would only go through the account books unless she had to liquidate the business of several restaurants at the end of the year. At other times, she didn't want to read those boring things, so she basically read some story books and the like.

In the first few years when I traveled back in time, because I didn’t understand the world, I looked at a lot of world chronicles, some state and county chronicles, and some biographies of historical celebrities.

Now, I am basically familiar with it, and it is no different from the aborigines, so I like to read those scripts.

There are all kinds of love, hate, and resentment, and many stories are so full of ups and downs, with thousands of twists and turns, that they are very captivating.

Therefore, in terms of cultural attainments, the ancients also had fantastic ideas that were not inferior to those of later generations.

What is lost to future generations is technology and medical care.

There are also a series of civilizations derived from this that will only exist in later generations.

But in terms of human intelligence, emotional intelligence and physical abilities, the ancients are no worse than later generations.

Even, under the law of survival of the fittest in nature, the physical fitness of ancient people may be better than that of modern people!

The Overlord can lift the cauldron. There are many strong men like the Overlord. How many of them will there be in future generations?

In ancient times, a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old could lead an army on an expedition, possessing both civil and military skills.

I dare to ask future generations, are the fourteen-year-old or fifteen-year-old boys trying their best to rebel against your parents?

So, at this moment, Yang Ruoqing was lying on the bed and immersed in the fun of story books.

She was not surprised by the interaction between Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian outside.

Because before, the old couple communicated in this way under such circumstances, for fear of waking up the children.

But every time, when Wang Cuilian came back from outside the house, Yang Ruoqing would always ask a question or two with concern to make sure it was nothing serious, and then continue to read the notebook in her hand.

So it was the same today. Yang Ruoqing opened the curtain and looked at Wang Cuilian. Before she could ask about anything, Wang Cuilian said to Yang Ruoqing while putting on her clothes: "Qing'er, I went over. Tang Yazi is back. Your uncle just came over."

Said."

"Ah? Did you come back this late at night?" Yang Ruoqing was so surprised that she put down the book in her hand. Although it was unexpected, it was also expected.

Because, this guy... haha, what can I say? No matter what I say, it should be happy and sweet.

"Aunt, I'll get up too." Yang Ruoqing also opened the curtain and got out of bed, grabbing the clothes next to her and getting ready to wear them.

Wang Cuilian didn't think much at all. She followed Yang Ruoqing to make arrangements, then quickly dressed up and left before Luo Fengtang returned to the house.

Blacksmith Luo is still waiting for her at the door!

Wang Cuilian left with her front foot, and Luo Fengtang entered the house with her rear foot.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I'm sure you will come back tonight."

Luo Fengtang smiled and came forward to see the two children, and asked in a low voice: "Are they all asleep?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "I've been sleeping for an hour, and before the two of us went to bed, we kept asking where dad was!"

When Luo Fengtang heard this, his eyes felt warm.

To ask this question, no matter how many starry nights you walk and your cloak is stained with frost, it is all worth it.

"Come, drink some hot tea and warm your hands first. We have prepared hot water for you in the bathroom. You go and wash your face and burn your feet first. I'll be back in a moment."

Luo Fengtang was surprised when he heard what Yang Ruoqing said.

"Qing'er, where are you going this late at night?"

Yang Ruoqing stared at his stomach and said, "If I guess correctly, you will probably come back hungry."

Luo Fengtang shook his head, "I'm not hungry. I ate on the way."

"Gululu..."

As a result, before he finished speaking, his stomach made a sound that was completely inconsistent with his words to protest.

Luo Fengtang's face turned red.

I touched my belly a little embarrassed.

This guy is really unlucky, and he is specifically trying to bring him down.

Yang Ruoqing, on the other hand, laughed out loud. After realizing something, she covered her mouth and turned her head to glance at the bed.

The two little ones were sleeping back to back on the bed. Yang Ruoqing could only see the backs of their heads and their round little faces that had been squeezed out of shape by the pillow.

Fortunately, okay, they were all asleep and were not woken up.

"I'll go to the kitchen and give you some food. It'll be ready in a moment. You stay in the house with the children."
Chapter completed!