Mrs. Tan curled her lips: "Let's follow the rules, but we can't be extravagant and wasteful. This money didn't come from the strong wind!"

"And one hundred and fifty coins were swallowed up by that damn fat girl. That damn girl who was so evil..."

Mrs. Tan began to curse Yang Ruoqing again.

Old Yangtou was tired of hearing this.

He interrupted Tan with a wave of his hand: "This is planning a happy event, please stop!"

Mrs. Tan reluctantly closed her mouth and sat sideways.

Old Yangtou then discussed with his sons what would happen in the next few days.

Yang Huaan stayed at home to help Tan prepare a list of gifts, while Yang Huaming was responsible for the purchasing.

As for Yang Huazhou, he sent him to the mountain behind to cut down some big trees and start building the wedding bed, tables and chairs.

…

In the next few days, everyone in Lao Yang's family was busy with the arrangement of the fifth daughter-in-law.

Purchase, clean the house and yard, and notify relatives and friends.

In the third room, Yang Ruoqing's family was not idle either.

When the sun is nice, the things that need to be washed are washed and the things that need to be dried are dried in front of and behind the house.

"Mom, I'm going out for a while. I'll be home before lunch."

Yang Ruoqing helped Sun dry the patched sheets and said.

Mrs. Sun asked: "Qing'er, where are you going?"

"I want to go to Tangyazi's house and take advantage of the nice weather to help him and his uncle wash the sheets and other things." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Okay, then go ahead and remember to bring the saponin powder and stick." Mrs. Sun warned.

"Well, they're all put in this basket!"

Just after turning the bluestone road in front of her home, Yang Ruoqing saw a carriage slowly entering the village from the pond at the entrance of the village.

There are not many families with cattle in the village, so it is good to be able to ride on an ox cart when going to town.

As for riding in a carriage, that is even more of a luxury.

Yang Ruoqing glanced in the direction of the carriage as she walked, and the other villagers she met on the road were also looking.

I saw the carriage stopped at a fork in the village, the curtain of the carriage was opened, and a young man wearing a blue straight skirt jumped out of the carriage.

Muzichuan?

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes.

This guy came back to say goodbye. Didn't he say that he would not return to the village until the New Year's Eve?

Why are you back so soon?

Just as he was thinking about it, Muzichuan turned around and helped his mother, Widow Liu, out of the carriage.

Widow Liu was holding a blue-blue bag with white floral flowers in her hand. There were bulging bags inside.

Mu Zichuan took the bundle from her hand and supported her.

Under the gazes of villagers from all directions, he paid the fare and helped his mother walk towards his home.

The young man's body is thin and lean, but his waist is straight.

He walked forward without squinting, and his handsome profile gave people an indifference that would repel people thousands of miles away.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at it from afar, then withdrew her gaze, and then rushed towards the old Luo family.

When Yang Ruoqing walked into the courtyard of the old Luo family, she couldn't help but feel happy when she saw the scene in front of her.

In the courtyard, tattered quilts were draped across the low walls covered with yellow mud.

The yellowed cotton wool rolled into a ball and leaked from the holes in the quilt cover.

There was a large wooden tub for bathing in the yard. Inside the tub was an indistinguishable sheet soaked in plant ash.

The water is so dark and thick that it can hold chopsticks in it.

"Hey, where did this starched person go?"

She raised her head and looked around the yard, but saw neither Blacksmith Luo nor Luo Fengtang.

So he shouted loudly.

"here I am!"

Luo Fengtang stood at the window of the west room and waved to her, then quickly walked out of the house and into the yard.

"Qing'er, why are you here free today?"

He asked with a smile, with thin beads of hot sweat still hanging on his forehead.

The sleeves were rolled up to around the shoulders, revealing strong and powerful arms.

The wheat-colored skin glows with a healthy and wild luster under the sunlight.

"It's a nice day today, I'll supervise you to dry the laundry!"

Yang Ruoqing said with a smile, glanced at the quilt drying over there, and nodded with satisfaction: "Well, the performance is good and deserves a commendation!"

Commendation?

Hearing this word, Luo Fengtang couldn't help but think of the special 'reward' she gave him last time.

His cheeks felt slightly warm and his throat moved.

Looking at her, a trace of expectation flashed in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Yang Ruoqing was focused on the ball of sheets in the basin at her feet and did not notice what was in his eyes.

"Hey, how long have you soaked this sheet?" She touched the wooden basin lightly with her foot and asked him.

He suppressed the slight disappointment in his heart, thought for a moment and said, "I'll take it out and soak it in it as soon as I get up."

Take a dip as soon as you wake up?

Yang Ruoqing calculated the time he usually got up, and her eyebrows widened.

"It's almost two hours, pick it up quickly or it will rot!"

"ah?"

Luo Fengtang was also anxious. There were only two sheets in the house. He slept on one bed and his uncle slept on the other.

If it gets soaked and rotten, you won't be able to sleep.

He hurriedly knelt down to grab the sheets, twisting them with his big hands, and black water dripped down onto his feet and all over the floor.

As he twisted it, he was secretly glad.

Fortunately, I am wearing straw sandals today. If I were wearing the cloth shoes that Qing'er gave me, it would be a pity if they got dirty now!

Here, Yang Ruoqing looked at his hurried look and shook her head secretly.

This boy is very good at wielding a knife and a stick with his hands. He is really clumsy when doing these things.

"let me help you!"

She said, putting down the basket she was carrying, rolling up her sleeves and taking one end of the sheet from his hand.

"Tangyaozi, I pull this end, you pull the other end, and we twist in opposite directions."

"Um!"

The two of them twisted it together, like twisting a twist, and the black water inside the sheets fell down.

Guessing that it was almost done, Yang Ruoqing took the end he was holding, folded it and put it into the basket she brought.

There is also a quilt to follow suit.

"This sheet can't be washed clean in the basin at home. It has to be taken to the pond." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang showed a trace of embarrassment on his face.

He grinned and said, "It's okay. I'll just clean it a few more times."

Yang Ruoqing caught the fleeting look of confusion on his face.

She suddenly realized.

In this era, it is typical for men to be superior to women.

Men don't cook or do laundry.

The people bathing by the pond at the entrance of the village are all women.

While washing clothes, there was a lot of chattering.

The elders in the east and the short in the west all talk nonsense.

For bachelors in the village like Luo Tiejiang's, most of the time they stay at home and do the laundry.

"Well, I'll take these two sheets to the pond to wash them."

Yang Ruoqing said, then picked up the bamboo basket.

Luo Fengtang was startled, then stopped her and said: "Qing'er, how can I let you wash it? If you want to wash it, I will do it!"

As he spoke, he came to snatch the bamboo basket from her hand.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Women gather at the pond at the entrance of the village and talk about meat and vegetables. Aren't you afraid?"

Luo Fengtang blushed, obviously a little scared.

Yang Ruoqing laughed and slapped his hand holding the bamboo basket away.
Chapter completed!