After having enough wine and food, Zhou Wang and Xiaohuan stood up to say goodbye.

Blacksmith Luo said: "Wait a moment."

Then, he turned and looked at Wang Cuilian: "Are you ready?"

Wang Cuilian said with a smile: "I had it ready when you were drinking, so I'm going to get it now!"

Wang Cuilian quickly entered the east room, and after a while, she took out a quilt and came to Zhou Wang and Xiaohuan.

"This is a new quilt made this year. It was originally intended for Tangyazi and Qing'er. No, you are getting married. I have discussed it with Qing'er before."

"My Qing'er has the same idea as me and plans to give you this new quilt to cover."

Hearing this, Zhou Wang and Xiaohuan were flattered.

Xiaohuan said: "Auntie, Qing'er's cousin, this...how can this be so embarrassing..."

Wang Cuilian said: "You live in a shack, it's cold. Take it, you don't have to be polite to us."

Xiaohuan bowed gratefully to Wang Cuilian before accepting the quilt.

When he sent the young couple to the gate of the yard, Zhou Wang came not driving a carriage or an ox cart, but pushing a wooden cart.

Why?

The horses and cattle were all left in Zhou Xia's hands, and Zhou Wang borrowed the wooden cart from the villagers.

"Take these two things with you too."

Blacksmith Luo said again, carrying half a bag of things from the kitchen in one hand.

"Uncle, what is this again..." Zhou Wang asked.

Blacksmith Luo said: "Thirty catties of rice, thirty catties of wheat flour, and five catties of rapeseed oil."

"Uncle, you must not do this. You are going to kill my nephew!" Zhou Wang waved his hands repeatedly, saying that he would not want those things.

Blacksmith Luo lowered his face and said: "I am uncle and you are my nephew. I can eat more than you can eat and you can share it with me. It's not too much!"

"Besides, your family has just been separated and you are struggling. Xiaohuan has another child in her belly. You can't have enough food in the cold weather. Are you going to starve to death in the shack?"

"Take it, don't say anything, and hurry back before it gets dark," Blacksmith Luo said.

Wang Cuilian and Yang Ruoqing also tried to persuade them, but Zhou Wang finally had no choice. He and Xiaohuan thanked everyone, and then left Changping Village with their things and a wooden cart, and returned to Zhoujia Village.

Luo Tiejiang, Yang Ruoqing and others sighed again, and then started teasing the two children.

Blacksmith Luo took out the gadgets he made for the two of them, which were some small crickets made of thatch.

The two children loved it very much. They were running around in the yard of Lao Luo's house, screaming, jumping and making noises. They were extremely happy.

Then, Luo Baobao found two brooms from nowhere, kept one for himself, and gave the other to Dazhi.

The two children put the brooms on their crotches, imitated the posture of riding a horse, and ran and jumped in the yard, laughing happily.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang took stools and sat under the wall to bask in the warm winter sun, their eyes following the two small figures.

Seeing the two of them like this, Yang Ruoqing suddenly remembered the scenes in Harry Potter.

The students in the magic school are flying in the sky on broomsticks, which is interesting.

Suddenly, Luo Fengtang's deep voice reached his ears.

"My hair first covers my forehead, and there is a drama in front of the door."

"The man comes riding a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to make green plums."

Yang Ruoqing raised her head in surprise and looked at him.

"Ah, what a great poet." She pursed her lips and said with a smile.

Luo Fengtang smiled a little sheepishly and raised his chin towards the two children.

"Seeing them acting like childhood sweethearts reminds me of you and me," he said.

"Me and you?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, with memories in her eyes.

"The problem is, you are nearly five years older than me. When you were as old as the two of them, I didn't know where in the world you were."

"When I was their age, you were six or seven years old, and you went to learn blacksmithing from your uncle,"

"We two have never played together like this before!" Yang Ruoqing joked with a smile.

Luo Fengtang also smiled and said: "Actually, you don't know, when you were as big as Baobao and Dazhi, I met you a few times, and one of them left a deep impression on you."

"Ah?" She narrowed her eyes, becoming interested.

"Tell me, what was the situation at that time?" she urged.

Luo Fengtang's eyes deepened, looking at her as if through time, seeing more than ten years ago...

"That year, I remember it was also the twelfth lunar month, winter, and the weather was freezing."

"I followed my uncle back to the village from my aunt's house in Zhoujia Village to make iron, and I was also preparing to celebrate the New Year," he said.

His voice was low, yet gentle, and had an indescribable magic power.

Like a storyteller, using a tone full of local accent...

"My uncle's health was still good at that time. We made some money by blacksmithing in Zhoujia Village."

"I remember that my uncle was very happy at that time. When he was passing through Qingshui Town, he bought me a small cotton-padded coat that was finished at a cloth store for me to wear, saying that it was new clothes for the New Year."

“When I passed by the bun shop at Dacheng Town, they bought me two meat buns.”

"I ate one on the road, and there was another one that I couldn't bear to eat, so I kicked it in my arms."

"I plan to take it home and eat it for the next meal."

"While passing by the entrance of the village, my uncle met an acquaintance and went over to chat with him."

"I was standing alone at the edge of the pond waiting for him. At this time, I saw Aunt Yang from the old Yang family at the north end of the village coming to wash clothes..."

"Aunt Yang from the old Yang family at the north end of the village? Haha, isn't that my mother!" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but smile.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "It's your mother."

"In my memory, your mother was very young and timid at that time. She didn't like to talk to people by the pond," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "My mother had just married to Changping Village not long ago. She was a new daughter-in-law."

"In addition, Lao Yang's family was not separated at that time. There was a big family, and my grandma was a fierce mother-in-law. My mother's arrogance was suppressed so much that she probably didn't dare to take a wrong step or say a wrong sentence.

Let’s talk.” She said.

When I think about it, I feel distressed. How did I get through this day?

White terror!

"Ah, I don't know what to say, go on." Yang Ruoqing said to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang nodded and continued: "The focus is not on your mother, the focus is on the little tail following her."

As he spoke, the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up.

"That must be the first time I met you in my life." He said.

"I was six years old, and you were about the same age as the babies. When I saw you walking over, you looked like that, and I couldn't help but laugh."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh again.

Yang Ruoqing was anxious.
Chapter completed!