She was carefully smoothing out the wrinkles on the sheets.

But he looked at her face seriously.

The sheets were washed clean, and the fresh scent of soap locust powder lingered in his nose.

In his eyes, the girl's bun-shaped face becomes more vivid and radiant under the sunlight!

He was so blinded by the sight.

It wasn't until she waved her hand in front of his eyes that he came back to his senses.

"Tangyaozi, why are you looking straight at my face?" the girl asked, tilting her head.

Luo Fengtang's cheeks felt slightly hot.

"There's something dirty on your face," he said.

"ah?"

When the girl heard this, she became anxious and raised her hands to rub it.

"You can't rub it, let me help you get it off," he said.

"OK!"

The girl didn't seem to doubt that she had it, and she slightly tilted her face towards him.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest.

The boy almost held his breath, raised his slightly trembling fingers, and gently touched the girl's cheek...

This was the first time he touched her cheek.

Her cheeks are so soft, so soft, and ****!

As he got closer, he smelled an indescribable faint fragrance on her body.

It smells better than the refreshing smell of soap locust powder.

It made him feel as if he had drunk alcohol, his head was dizzy, but his whole body felt light.

"Did you drop it?"

Yang Ruoqing suddenly asked.

Luo Fengtang came to his senses instantly, "Oh, I lost it."

He said, retracting his fingers like an electric shock.

"What's this dirty thing? Let me take a look at it," she said.

His eyes were a little evasive.

He said, "I lost it on the ground and can't find it..."

"Is that so?"

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head and looked at his flushed face thoughtfully.

Suddenly, she seemed to understand something.

My heartbeat suddenly jumped up a beat.

When did this kid learn to be evil?

With a sly smile, she suddenly approached him and winked: "Tangyaozi, are we even now?"

"What?" Luo Fengtang looked confused.

Yang Ruoqing chuckled, "I touched your butt, and you touched my face. Now we are even!"

Luo Fengtang: "...".

"Haha~"

Yang Ruoqing clapped her hands and jumped down from the stool.

Leaving behind Luo Fengtang, who had black streaks all over her head, she turned around and walked towards Blacksmith Luo.

After chatting with Blacksmith Luo and looking at the sun directly overhead, Yang Ruoqing planned to say goodbye and go home.

Blacksmith Luo said: "Let Tang Yazi give it to you!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Why should I give it away in broad daylight?"

Blacksmith Luo then said, "I've gathered a lot of pine hair, and asked Tang Yazi to carry two bundles to your house!"

"Uncle Luo, it's not easy for you to get some loose hair. You can keep it for yourself." Yang Ruoqing said.

Blacksmith Luo waved his hand indifferently: "Hey, it's not a good thing!"

He turned around and called Luo Fengtang: "Tangyaozi, what are you doing standing there? Qing'er is going home. Hurry up and grab the firewood and go together!"

Luo Fengtang has not yet fully recovered from Yang Ruoqing's previous words of 'touching my butt twice'.

After hearing Blacksmith Luo's instructions, he hurriedly responded, turned around, picked up two bundles of pine hair, and followed Yang Ruoqing out of the yard.

On the way, Yang Ruoqing saw that he was still blushing and didn't speak much.

She couldn't help but feel secretly happy in her heart.

This silly boy is so thin-skinned!

His home is at the south end of the village, and her home is at the north end of the village.

From his home to hers, one had to cross almost the entire Changping Village.

Being embarrassed along the way was nothing to worry about, so Yang Ruoqing thought of topics to divert his attention.

"Well, have you and your uncle combined those ten taels of silver to buy something?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Her family's property is used to purchase land.

Luo Fengtang's family doesn't have any land, so they should be able to purchase land, right?

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, Luo Fengtang thought for a moment and said, "My uncle was looking at the fields with Third Aunt and Uncle Yu that day. When he came back, he said that he wanted to spend four taels of silver to buy an acre and two taels of paddy field to grow rice."

"Then what should we do with the remaining six taels?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

"Uncle said, take out another four taels and renovate the house." He added.

"Yeah!" Yang Ruoqing nodded, and then asked: "There are still two taels left!"

Luo Fengtang lowered his head and stopped nibbling, but his face was even redder than before.

Seeing him like this, Yang Ruoqing suddenly understood.

Those two taels are probably saved to get him a wife, right?

"Tangyazi, how old are you this year?" she asked suddenly.

"Sixteen." He said.

sixteen?

She bit her lower lip.

He will be seventeen after the New Year.

In this era, early marriage and early childbearing are advocated.

When a girl reaches the age of fourteen and has hairpins, she can almost be betrothed to someone else.

It is not unusual to have a baby at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

On the contrary, it doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl. When you reach seventeen or eighteen, the elders in the family will be anxious before they start talking about marriage.

When someone like Yang Huazhou, who is in his mid-twenties and not yet married, is even more of a freak in the eyes of others.

Of course, people like my cousin Yang Yongxian who are not yet engaged at the age of 18 are special circumstances.

He has to concentrate on his studies!

"Tangyaozi, is your uncle urging you to get married sooner?"

Yang Ruoqing asked tentatively.

Luo Fengtang grinned and nodded. Then he suddenly shook his head again when he thought of something.

"Is it true or not? I'm so confused by you," she said.

Luo Fengtang blushed and said, "He's anxious about what he wants, and I'll do what's mine."

"ah?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

What answer is this?

I wanted to ask something more, but when I looked up, I was already at the door of my house.

The two of them entered the courtyard. Mrs. Sun, wearing an apron around her waist, was gathering scattered pine hair and dead branches with a bamboo pick at the foot of the backyard wall.

During these days, I couldn't spare any time to collect firewood in the woods. The firewood at home was almost exhausted.
To be continued...