Changping Village.

On the way back to the village, the golden color in the paddy fields on both sides faded away, and the late rice seedlings swayed gently in the majestic wind under the scorching sun, causing green ripples.

In the village, even on this hot summer day, most of the villagers gathered on the threshing floor at the south end of the village.

The threshing floor is flat and wide, covered with rice. Every household has picked up stones, or used poles, brooms, etc. to block the edge of their own rice to separate it from other people's rice. This has formed a tacit understanding, and at a glance

The threshing floor was divided into blocks and filled with rice.

The adults wore straw hats and were busy on the field, turning over it from time to time so that the damp rice underneath could also enjoy the sunshine.

The children were in groups of three and five. The boys played chasing games, while the girls gathered together to catch stones.

There are always some naughty boys among boys who want to offend girls but can't save face to strike up a conversation politely. So while they push and tease each other, there is always one who likes to steal a stone from a girl's face.

Turn around and chase.

Most of the girls exclaimed and condemned. When they met a few aggressive chicks, they would kick him out as hard as they could. Several people stopped the little boy and pulled him hard, and some even pulled his ears: "You

I owe you something, why don’t you still grab it?”

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."

The little boy quickly begged for mercy, handed over the stones and was spat on a few times. The girls, led by the leading girl, returned to the position proudly. The little boy who stayed behind was behind the tree next to his companions who ran out from behind the straw piles.

A round of laughter.

He laughed without getting upset, scratching his head and having a silly laugh.

Every summer when farming is busy, the threshing floor is the busiest place, comparable to the old maple tree at the entrance of the village.

At this time in previous years, Yang Huazhong and Sun were always present on the threshing floor, but this year, Yang Huazhong and Sun did not come.

Some knowledgeable villagers nearby took advantage of the break to talk about it.

"The Li Zheng family has also threshed all the grain. They didn't go to the threshing floor to dry it. I heard that it was dried in the yard at home. The other grains were piled there without being dried."

"Why don't you dry it in the sun? Why not waste it when the damp rice has sprouted? Li Zheng and his wife are old farmers, so they understand this principle!"

"Hey, you don't know, something like that happened to their family. The couple's hearts are all about Xiao An, so they don't have time to take care of the rice at home..."

Everyone was talking to each other, while Wang Hongquan was sitting not far away, smoking a cigarette, his face under his straw hat flushed with heat and sweating like rain.

"Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite. These people are so free that they only bother to gossip about other people's families."

Wang Hongquan muttered, thinking about his own affairs, he became so upset that he even lost the taste of the cigarette in his mouth.

…

After Yang Ruoqing and Liu Xueyun came back, Liu Xueyun disappeared.

Yang Ruoqing could guess with her toes that this boy was probably going to the old house to find the fourth girl.

She did not point out that after the young man and woman got engaged, it was the time when they were having sex with each other. To use a modern term, they were in the period of passionate love.

Although Liu Xueyun has a boring personality and doesn't talk much, it's better to be boring.

It is difficult for ordinary women to fall in his eyes, but once they fall in his eyes, he will hold her in his heart and hold her in his hands to love and protect her. Therefore, the third girl has discernment.

At home, only Tuoba Xian and Luo Baobao are there.

In the spacious and bright study room, which is airy and airy, Luo Baobao is sitting upright behind the desk, practicing calligraphy seriously.

Tuoba Xian sat aside and was giving instructions carefully.

The imperial concubine fan in her hand gently sent waves of cool breeze to her granddaughter.

In a large floor-to-ceiling vase by the window sill, there are two lotus flowers with dewdrops on them, and a faint fragrance lingers in the study.

Rushing home under the scorching sun, Yang Ruoqing felt refreshed and refreshed when she saw this scene.

Her arrival broke the tranquility in the study.

Luo Baobao stood up and came to her with a face filled with joy, and gently hugged her waist. Yang Ruoqing touched the top of her smooth and silky hair, and the mother and daughter were intimate for a while.

"Your mother is covered in sweat, let her cool down."

Tuoba Xian came over and said with a smile.

Luo Baobao chuckled, "Then grandma is talking to mom, and I will go and finish the rest of the words. Mom, you should read it later too!"

"Okay, write it carefully, and your grandma and I will read it together later." Yang Ruoqing responded with a smile.

Seeing Tuoba Xian put down her fan and wanted to pour her tea, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly came over to stop her: "Mom, you sit down while I pour it myself."

Tuoba Xian didn't force herself, she smiled and sat down on the stool next to her, then raised her fan and fanned gently.

The imperial concubine fan is made of a special kind of feathers. The feathers are light and the wood of the fan handle is camphor wood, which can repel mosquitoes and wake up the mind.

When I fan myself, it feels quiet every time.

"This pot is filled with iced sour plum soup, which is best for quenching summer heat and quenching thirst. Take a few sips before talking." Tuoba Xian reminded Yang Ruoqing while sending bursts of cool breeze in her hand to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing drank sour plum soup and enjoyed being fanned by her mother-in-law. She felt like a queen.

"Mom, I'm not hot anymore. You can fan yourself."

She drank it in one breath and sighed happily.

Tuoba Xian nodded slightly, "How is the matter handled?"

"After everything has been taken care of, He Qingsong's parents took him back to his hometown for burial."

Tuoba Xian nodded again and asked about Xiao An's situation.

"Is Xiaoan still emotionally stable?"

Yang Ruoqing didn't want to tell the truth. She told Tuoba Xian here, and she would definitely tell the Sun family later.

After all, the truth is over, so don’t let them make up for this worry and fear. It’s not a missing lesson, right?

"Well, Xiao An is fine and went to He Qingsong's hometown, so I came back first."

Tuoba Xian sighed lightly, "Everything will pass. The dead are gone, but the living will continue on."

Yang Ruoqing hummed, poured herself another bowl of sour plum soup, held it in her hand, and drank it in small sips this time.

"Your parents have been waiting for news from you. I heard from your uncle and aunt that they are not even in the mood to dry the rice. You can go over and say hello to them after a rest to reassure them."

Yang Ruoqing originally planned to take a breather and go to her parents' house next door. When she heard this, she drank the sour plum soup in one gulp and quickly got up and walked out.

Luo Baobao raised his head and asked her back: "Mom, when will you come back? I'm about to finish writing!"

"When you've finished writing it, let grandma read it first. Grandma is an expert in this field. Mom will come back after telling you everything."
Chapter completed!