No matter how reluctant you are to let go, you must be determined to let it go.

Today's separation is for a better reunion in the future.

On the roadside, Luo Fengtang stood in the howling cold wind, watching Yang Ruoqing and his entourage's carriage drive towards the south of Wanghai County.

His hands behind his back were clenched tightly into fists, with clear joints.

It wasn't until the carriage completely disappeared that he turned back to his carriage and said, "Let's go to the south!"

…

It was already the sixteenth day of the twelfth lunar month when Yang Ruoqing and her party returned to Changping Village.

On the way back to the village, Yang Ruoqing met several villagers who came to the town to buy new year's goods.

Among them was Muzichuan's mother.

Yang Ruoqing and her party had two carriages, so they took these aunts and their children with them.

The children were very happy. It was probably their first time riding a carriage, and they were all very excited.

In Yang Ruoqing's carriage in front, she was sitting with Muzichuan's mother, Widow Liu.

Widow Liu looked at Yang Ruoqing's belly and clicked her tongue: "This belly is the third largest."

It’s falling, maybe I’m going to give birth soon?”

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "There is still more than a month!"

Widow Liu said: "It's going to be soon. You have to pay more attention. You have to be careful when going in and out."

"Maybe if it tilts casually, the baby will come out. When I was pregnant with Zichuan, I gave birth to him before he was full term. It was because I went to the woodshed to pull firewood and gave him a hard blow," said Widow Liu.

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Yang Ruoqing is now very concerned about having children.

When experienced women told her this, she always listened with open ears and listened with great interest.

"No wonder Zichuan is a little thin and his skin is a little pale. It turns out that he was born prematurely!"

Yang Ruoqing said in surprise.

Widow Liu nodded: "Yes, his bones are a bit weak since he was young. Before the sixth day, he was sick every three days, which was really heartbreaking."

"Fortunately, as he grew up, his body and bones became much stronger. For a while, he practiced carrying water in a bucket at home every day."

"He filled the water tank with water. When he was done, he practiced lifting stones in the yard."

"Haha, I asked him why he practiced those things, and he said that some people called him a useless scholar, so he had to practice hard..."

When Widow Liu talked about Muzichuan, her face was full of pride.

At first, Yang Ruoqing listened with rapt attention, but when she heard the last sentence, "A useless scholar is a scholar," she stopped laughing.

It's even a little embarrassing.

If I remember correctly, that sentence was given to him by her.

The reason was that he went to the pond to carry water and fell into the water. She picked him up.

She had laughed at him, and she had ridiculed him without mercy.

Only now do I realize that what I said at the beginning caused such a heavy burden on his heart.

However, if you think about it from another angle, it’s not bad.

At least it stimulated him and made him aware of the need to become stronger, so his body improved significantly through that period of exercise.

"By the way, Qing'er, did you go to the capital to see my family Zichuan?" Widow Liu asked.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips: "Not only did he see us eating together, he also invited my father and uncle to go out to play."

Widow Liu smiled and nodded: "This is as it should be."

"What about that, is my Zichuan fat or thin?" she asked again.

Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and realized that since she met Mu Zichuan, she had never seen him gain weight.

I have always been slim, elegant, and bookish.

Seeing the expectant look in Widow Liu's eyes, Yang Ruoqing was embarrassed to say anything against her will.

"He is still the same, not fat. However, when I see him eating, he has to add another bowl and a half after finishing a bowl."

"She looks good and is in good spirits," she said.

Widow Liu was very happy when she heard this.

"Then his appetite has increased a bit. If he can eat, it will be good. If he can eat, he will not be sick." Widow Liu said.

"What about that, Qing'er? Did he say when his family will come to celebrate the New Year? It's already the 16th day of the twelfth lunar month!" Widow Liu asked again.

When asked about this, Yang Ruoqing said hurriedly: "He asked me to send a message to my aunt. He will not be able to get home until the twentieth of the twelfth lunar month this year."

"At that time, there will be people at the yamen of Qing'an County and Wanghai County escorting him all the way back to the village."

Yang Ruoqing said.

Mu Zichuan won the Jinshi Scholarship and was appointed by the emperor to be the crown prince.

He is the first flower scout to come out of Changping Village, Qingshui Town, Wanghai County, and even Qing'an County in the past few decades.

Therefore, this year he will be returning home in glory.

After hearing what Yang Ruoqing conveyed, Widow Liu also understood what the situation was.

The woman was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear, and then her eyes turned red again.

"It's great, it's great, my family Zichuan has finally recovered." Widow Liu said while wiping her tears.

"This child is having a hard time studying. I've seen it every day over the years and it hurts in my heart."

"When other people's children play outside, I don't allow them to go out and force them to study."

"I know he is envious, but I can't let him go out to play because he has to study."

"His small body and bones are not good. He is thinner than other children of the same age. His father died early, so he is destined to have no brothers or sisters to help him."

"His body and bones will definitely not be able to grow crops at home."

"Let's go do some small business. Our family doesn't have the capital."

"The only way out is to study."

"It's great that my son finally got over it and has been better for the rest of his life..."

Widow Liu couldn't control her emotions. She was crying and laughing while telling Yang Ruoqing every detail of Mu Zichuan's childhood.

Yang Ruoqing handed Widow Liu a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, smiled and listened patiently.

It was as if, it was like experiencing Muzichuan's growth process all over again.

His sickly childhood, boring youth, depressed and tired youth...

Why!

She sighed secretly in her heart.

Some of the best years in his life were all left to books.

Fortunately, after ten years of hard work, no one asked about him, and he became famous all over the world in one fell swoop.

He is the favorite and has survived, but among the countless resentful students, how many are still struggling? Fighting?

Not to mention, his younger brother Daan is one of them.

As for the deceased uncle and the eldest cousin who became a teacher, these were all removed.

Why!

It’s difficult!

"Qing'er, I made you laugh, I cry and laugh at the same time..."

Widow Liu's chat box was finally empty. After she had finished talking, she felt surprisingly relaxed.

For more than ten years, even when she is with her parents' family, the woman has never spoken as freely as she does now.

Yang Ruoqing understood Widow Liu's mood.

She smiled and said: "Auntie, please don't say such foreign words. All mothers in the world hope that their sons will become dragons and their daughters will become phoenixes!"

"I may not have been able to understand your feelings before, but now that I'm about to become a mother, I can understand it."
Chapter completed!