Yang Ruoqing returned to the house and Daan had already written it.

He was holding the papyrus in both hands and squinting at his masterpiece.

"What are you writing about? Are you still admiring yourself? Let me take care of it for you."

Yang Ruoqing walked over with a smile.

Da'an turned around and handed the straw paper in his hand to Yang Ruoqing.

"Sister, look"

Yang Ruoqing took it and took a look and was surprised.

I thought Daan was practicing writing. After doing it for a long time, he was actually drawing.

By the way, this painting is really good.

The nose is like a nose and the eyes are like eyes.

"One, two, three, four, five"

Yang Ruoqing counted five people from high to low.

Big hands holding small hands.

"Hey, this looks like our family."

Yang Ruoqing asked.

Daan came over and pointed at the figures above to introduce Yang Ruoqing.

"This is dad, this is mom, and this is sister, holding my and Xiao An's hands."

"Is this thing on top of your head a piece of cake?" she asked deliberately.

Daan shook his head, "It's the sun."

"oh"

Yang Ruoqing squinted her eyes and watched with relish.

My younger brother seems to be very talented in painting.

Not bad.

What people fear most is mediocrity.

No matter what era, it is always good to have specialties.

"Good boy, did you figure this out on your own or did someone prompt you?"

Yang Ruoqing asked again immediately.

Da'an said, "I just figured it out myself."

“Great job”

she praised.

"I'll wait for you later, sister, I'll be free, and I'll show you my hand too."

"really"

Daan's eyes lit up.

"Sister, I drew instead of writing, don't you blame me for wasting the straw paper?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing snorted.

"Three hundred and sixty, you will be the number one scholar. Don't worry, you, sister, I am not pedantic."

Daan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Sister is so kind."

During lunch, Mrs. Sun came back with Xiao An.

Yang Ruoqing was washing rice in the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

Sun said, "I'll put that chicken in an earthen pot and simmer it in soup. It'll be almost ready to eat at night."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Dad is eating at Tangyazi's house at noon. The simmered chicken soup is just waiting for him to come over to eat together at night."

Mrs. Sun said hello and tied an apron around her waist.

"Mom, when you first came here, was Tangyazi still there?"

Yang Ruoqing asked.

Mrs. Sun shook her head and said, "I left, saying I was going back to have lunch. I'm a family of craftsmen."

Yang Ruoqing nodded and just went back.

The mother and daughter cooked the rice, fried some cabbage, and stewed a bowl of egg custard.

I made another bowl of spicy fried tofu.

The four mothers had a full lunch.

In the afternoon, the Bao family left in an ox cart.

Old Yang sent Yang Yongqing over to call Sun and Yang Ruoqing to talk.

"Hey, what's going on with your grandma?"

Sun, who was about to feed the pigs, was surprised.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said nothing.

A person's prestige and sense of existence are actually accumulated from one incident after another.

What others can't do, you can.

Turn the tide, again and again.

Over time, your sense of presence will become stronger and stronger.

I will ask for your opinion on many things.

"Mom, please go over first. I'll go find you after I finish feeding the pigs."

When Yang Ruoqing finished feeding the three little pigs.

Old Yangtou sent a second group of people to urge her.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Old Yangtou was too proud of himself.

After washing her hands, she went straight to the front yard.

Old Yangtou and the others moved to Yang Huazhou's house.

Lao Yangtou, Yang Hua'an, Tan Shi, Jin Shi, Sun Shi, Yang Yongjin.

Everyone was standing or sitting, and all of them looked unhappy.

The atmosphere in the room was also a bit depressing.

Yang Ruoqing opened the door and came in, breaking the depressing atmosphere.

"I just finished feeding the pigs, and I'm urging you so urgently. What's going on?"

She asked as soon as she entered the door.

Seeing her come in, Old Yangtou pulled out the tobacco stick from his mouth.

"Girl Qing, you came just in time. Something happened. I want to hear your opinion."

"What's going on?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

He came to Mrs. Sun's side and sat down on the stool next to Mrs. Sun.

Old Yangtou said to Tan, "Qing'er is here, everyone is here, tell me what's going on."

Mrs. Tan frowned and glanced at Yang Huazhou sitting on the bed.

"I thought the Bao family was so kind to come and visit."

"The co-author is a weasel paying New Year's greetings to a rooster. He is uneasy and kind," said Tan.

"Don't talk about anything else, just focus on the important things," Old Yang said.

Mrs. Tan then said, "Bao Suyun, sister-in-law, is trying this with me."

"Listen to those words, the betrothal gift and the three wedding gifts are combined into one, and our family should not be less than four taels of silver."

"What will happen if you have less than four taels of silver?"

Yang Yongjin had a quick temper and asked.

"Humph, how can you regret your marriage?" Tan said angrily.

"How could this be possible?" Yang Yongjin was anxious.

"We've already passed the wedding, and it's only half a month until we get married," he said.

Mrs. Tan hummed, looking unhappy.
To be continued...