"Brother Zhou Sheng, Ping'er, what are you..."

Ping'er didn't speak to Yang Ruoqing, but looked sideways at Huahua: "Huahua, tell me."

Huahua kept holding Ping'er's arm and lowered her head. When she heard Ping'er's words, she raised her head and looked straight at Yang Ruoqing in front of her.

Then she took a few steps forward and knelt down to Yang Ruoqing with a thud.

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows: "Huahua, what are you doing?"

Huahua knelt there with her back straight: "Sister Qing'er, in the past six months, I have been obsessed with my thoughts and done a lot of wrong things, which made everyone worried and broke the hearts of Aunt Ping'er and Uncle Zhou Sheng."

"I am an unfilial person. Fortunately, Sister Qing'er, you woke me up with your words last night, and it was you who dragged me back from hell. I am here to thank you for saving my life. Please accept my three nods.

!”

"Bang bang bang!"

The floor of the Luo family is paved with bluestone slabs, which are extremely hard.

Huahua kowtowed her head perfectly, and by the time she finished kowtowing, her forehead was red.

"Okay, I've accepted your gift. Please get up and talk!"

Ping'er came over and helped Huahua up.

Zhou Sheng handed the twisted duck in his hand to Yang Ruoqing: "This duck is a little bit of our heart, don't dislike it."

Yang Ruoqing knew that all their old hens had been eaten up by Huahua who came back for confinement a while ago, and now there were only a few twisted ducks left.

I couldn't bear to accept it, but it was a life-saving kindness, so Yang Ruoqing accepted it, "The duck is very heavy and a good thing. We like it very much. Come on, everyone, come in and sit down."

Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian also heard about what happened last night from Yang Ruoqing. Blacksmith Luo casually exchanged greetings with Zhou Sheng and then went out to do some work.

Wang Cuilian made tea for everyone, and found an excuse to clear away the dishes and go to the kitchen in the backyard, so that they could leave room for them to talk in the main room.

"Brother Zhou Sheng, drink tea."

At the coffee table nearby, Luo Fengtang was greeting Zhou Sheng.

Zhou Sheng nodded and picked up the tea bowl.

At the table, Ping'er glanced at Huahua beside her, with distress in her eyes.

She endured her heartache, turned around and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, Huahua promised me last night that she will live a down-to-earth life from now on. She will help her parents' family for a few years first, and we will talk about the future later."

Huahua nodded lightly and said: "I want to take half of the jewelry box my mother left for me and give it to my little sister to make her dowry in the future..."

"Huahua, what are you talking about?" Ping'er asked in surprise. She took Huahua's hand and looked at her: "You asked me and your Uncle Zhou Sheng to accompany you, didn't you mean that you wanted to kowtow to your sister Qing'er to say thank you?

Why are you wearing jewelry? Your little sister doesn’t need you to share it with her..."

Next to him, Zhou Sheng also looked anxious and said quickly: "Yes, those are the thoughts your mother left for you, keep them to yourself! Of course your little sister has me and your Aunt Ping'er to worry about!"

Yang Ruoqing also smiled and said: "Your little sister will soon be my goddaughter. We, the godfather and godmother, will not stand idly by and watch what happens to her. We all have seen your thoughts."

Fuck my daughter?

Huahua was stunned, "Sister Qing'er, I am your distant cousin, but my sister is your goddaughter. This generation, haha, is a bit confusing!"

Yang Ruoqing also laughed, "You call me Aunt Ping'er, and you call me sister, and Ping'er and I are equals. Our generation has been in chaos for a long time, so it's not surprising."

Everyone laughed.

After laughing, Ping'er held Huahua's hand again and warned her carefully: "Huahua, your mother left that poem for you, keep it to yourself and be obedient!"

Huahua patted the back of Ping'er's hand gently: "I have made up my mind. If I don't care about my little sister, I will have no shame in staying in my parents' house."

"In addition, this time Gu Zhihua gave me a thirty-tael silver check in order to let me sign the divorce letter."

Huahua took out the banknote and put it on the table.

"I originally wanted to show off my integrity and smash this banknote into his face, but I changed my mind now. Even if I really tear it up and smash it into his face, I may not win a strong reputation.

Instead of doing that, I might as well use it to buy some land for my family. In this way, we will have more chips when we say goodbye to each other in the future. Sister Qing'er, what do you think?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "You should get this silver note. If it were another dynasty, our woman's status would be higher. If you reconcile and divorce, the woman can definitely share half of the family property. So for these thirty taels of silver, you

You should take it as compensation for the loss of your youth caused by Gu Zhihua."

The term youth loss fee is a new word to them, but when used in this situation, everyone can probably guess what it means.

Luo Fengtang just looked at Yang Ruoqing with a smile. In this era, male dominance is supreme, and the status of women is far lower than that of men.

For Qing'er, a woman from modern times, she must have gone through an unbearable time, right?

He will definitely treat her well, love her, and respect her. No matter what the external environment is like, in their small family, husband and wife are equal, and he is even willing to be a strict wife.

"Huahua, our family now has about ten acres of farmland. We have enough food, clothing and food for the whole family. Please keep the banknotes. How can we bear to use your banknotes to buy fields? Isn't that like selling our daughter? It's unacceptable.

,useless!"

Ping'er shook her head and waved her hands, her face full of resistance to the banknotes on the table.

Huahua didn't force her to persuade, she just pushed the bank note towards Yang Ruoqing, "Sister Qing'er, you have more connections than us. I'll leave this bank note with you. When you find suitable land, help us buy it!"

Yang Ruoqing pushed the banknote back, "Since you said this, I will naturally help you keep an eye on suitable fields. You can keep the banknote first, and it won't be too late to trade when you go back."

Ping'er wanted to say something else, but Yang Ruoqing said: "Don't refuse so hard. It's rare that Huahua wants to do something for the family. It's not good for you to just stop her. Just let her go!"

Ping'er was about to speak but stopped and had to sigh.

The Dragon Boat Festival is coming soon, and the weather is getting hotter. Everyone is wearing single clothes, but Huahua is wearing a stand-up high-collared dress.

Yang Ruoqing guessed that she was trying to cover the strangulation marks on her neck, but what about the broken wounds at the corners of her mouth and the scar that had just fallen off on her eyebrow bone?

Seeing Yang Ruoqing staring at the corners of her mouth and brows, Huahua subconsciously raised her hand to cover it and buried herself in drinking tea.

"Huahua, where did the crack on your mouth come from?" Yang Ruoqing asked anyway.

Huahua was stunned for a moment, then quickly shook her head, "It's okay, the weather is dry."

Ping'er was surprised: "I wanted to ask yesterday, but I never found the opportunity. Even if the weather is dry and things are dry, it's not like this."

"Aunt Ping'er, it's really dry..."

"The corners of your mouth are not dry, but they seem to have been forced open by something." Yang Ruoqing leaned over, stared at the corners of Huahua's mouth, and said suddenly.
Chapter completed!