Blacksmith Luo said with emotion on his face: "They have such a heart, and their aunt and I are very relieved."

"I still say what I said, while your aunt and I are not too old yet and can run and move, let's live separately for the time being."

"In the future, when we are older, we will not be able to take care of ourselves."

"At that time, I will have to drag you down!" Blacksmith Luo said.

Luo Fengtang frowned and his chest heaved.

"Uncle, what are you talking about? What do you mean by dragging me down?" he said.

"You pushed me to grow up. Without you, I, Luo Fengtang, wouldn't be where I am today!"

"It is my duty to be filial to you and to provide for you and your aunt until the end of your life!" he said.

Blacksmith Luo looked moved, raised his hand and waved: "Okay, okay, uncle knows that you are a good boy, and Qing'er is also a good boy."

"Then let's do this. When you and Qing'er raise a baby, I will move here with your aunt and help you take care of the baby."

"Well, okay!" Luo Fengtang nodded happily.

He turned his head and looked at her excitedly, as if he was looking forward to giving birth to a baby.

Yang Ruoqing smiled sheepishly and looked away.

After breakfast, Blacksmith Luo and the others were waiting in the front yard, while the young couple went back to the backyard to prepare gifts for homecoming.

In the room, Luo Fengtang was hurriedly packing away gifts, while Yang Ruoqing was standing by the window, looking absent-minded.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you?" He took the time to cast a glance in her direction.

"When I was having breakfast, I saw you looking absent-minded. Is there something wrong? Tell me!" he said.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing turned around.

"Tangyaozi, there is something I want to discuss with you," she said.

"Hey, if anything happens, just make the decision, Qing'er, and I will listen to you!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing bit her lower lip and said: "No, this matter is related to the inheritance of the incense of your old Luo family. I can't do it all by myself!"

He paused in packing his things, then turned around and came to her.

Both of them stood by the window, "Speak, I will listen carefully."

She looked up at him, the sunlight streaming in from the edge of the window and shining on his handsome face.

The man in front of me is so bright and warm.

She couldn't bear to tell her her plans.

However, she didn't want to hurt her heart either.

"What do you think about having a baby?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, then curled up his lips and smiled: "What's not to see? Just give birth as soon as you're pregnant. Isn't this how our ancestors have been here for generations!"

He said, raising his hand and pinching her little nose: "I would love to have a baby with you, Qing'er. It must be like you, beautiful!"

His words made her feel particularly uncomfortable.

The next words were stuck in my throat and I didn’t even have the courage to say them out.

Maybe he noticed something unusual about her, so he suppressed the smile on his face, lowered his head and looked at her: "What's wrong? Why do you look like this?"

"Do you have other plans?" he asked.

"No." She shook her head quickly.

"No, you must have." He said.

He held her chin and lifted it, making her eyes meet his.

"We are husband and wife. If you have anything to say, let's talk it over together. Okay?" He softened his voice and coaxed her like a child.

Yang Ruoqing frowned slightly.

"Well, I haven't included having a baby in my plan right now." She finally said.

Luo Fengtang was stunned for a moment.

"What's the reason?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "There is only one reason. I am only fourteen years old and my body and bones are not fully mature yet."

"I have read medical books that pregnancy and childbirth at an early age are not good for your health."

After hearing her words, his eyes fell on her.

He frowned slightly, thinking about this question that he had never thought about before.

Seeing that the smile on his face was gone, he even frowned slightly.

Yang Ruoqing was also very depressed.

She knows that in this era, incense, inheritance, and having many children and grandchildren are what almost everyone yearns for.

Even in modern times, this concept has not changed.

Now that he is forcing himself to have children later in life, it is normal for him to be unhappy.

You know, in order to wait for her, he had to clarify his age much later than his peers in the village.

Now he has to postpone his fatherhood...

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt that she was standing on her own side.

So, he quickly changed his mind: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything. If you're pregnant, you'll have the baby. I'll take good care of my body later, and it should be fine..."

"No!"

Luo Fengtang interrupted Yang Ruoqing.

His hands holding her shoulders were replaced by holding her shoulders.

The tall body leaned down slightly and stared into her eyes seriously and solemnly.

"I like children. If possible, I hope you will give me a litter of children and let them run around in this big yard."

"But girl,"

"Compared to the child, I hope you are in good health."

"You are in good health and have no illness or disaster, so you can stay with me till the end of your life!"

"You have good health and we are still young. When the time comes, we will have plenty of opportunities to have children!"

Listening to his sonorous words, Yang Ruoqing's nose felt sour.

"I'm so touched and I feel like crying. What should I do?"

She pouted and said in a rustling voice.

Luo Fengtang smiled.

"Cry if you want. Didn't you say that crying is a privilege given to girls by God?" he said.

She burst into tears and turned into a smile.

"I'm not going to cry," she glared at him.

"Then let's make an agreement. After two years, I will give you a baby."

"Okay, let's have a litter."

"Fuck you, think I'm a sow!" She gave him a light thump.

He took her hand.

"My wife's hands smell so good!"

"Hehe, how about saying that women are made of water, and your wife and I are made of perfume."

Wang Cuilian's voice suddenly came from outside the house.

"Tangyazi? Qing'er?"

The fun and laughter in the room stopped abruptly.

Yang Ruoqing gave him a vicious look, and he grinned.
Chapter completed!