Mrs. Tan was lying in the room.

Sifang hid in Liujiacun and never came back.

The lunch was handled by Jin alone, and Yang Yongjin helped Jin.

When Yang Huazhong returned to his room to eat, he smelled the aroma wafting from the kitchen.

The man's face was full of emotion.

When I walked in, my wife and daughter were busy preparing the food.

The man feels that this is like home.

While placing the chopsticks and bowls, Yang Huazhong sighed.

"Mom can't cook the food, so my sister-in-law and Yongjin were tossing over lunch that night. I'm afraid the meal will be half-cooked," he said.

Yang Ruoqing was silent and said nothing.

Sun said: "My mother is sick in bed, and my fifth brother is also recovering from his injuries. It is not good for the health of the two of them to eat raw food."

The woman's eyes immediately fell on Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, how about we send some food to your milk and your fifth uncle?" she asked.

Yang Ruoqing knew that she could no longer pretend to be silent.

She turned her head and glanced at Yang Huazhong and Sun.

"It's not that I'm stingy about the food, it's just that I don't like having my face pressed against my butt."

she said.

"Have you learned too much by giving me dumplings and steamed buns the last two times?" she asked.

Both of them fell silent.

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Sun continued, "How about I send some to your fifth uncle?"

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Don't hide it from Mr. Sun.

In fact, this is called pork liver in town today.

She just planned to give Uncle Wu a bowl to nourish his body.

Pork liver replenishes blood. He lost a lot of blood in the past two days.

But who knew that so many things would happen later, and Mrs. Tan also fell ill.

In this case, just sending pork liver soup to Yang Huazhou is a bit unreasonable.

She shook her head and said, "There are two sick and injured patients. It's not appropriate to only send Uncle Wu without giving me milk!"

Sun was also in trouble and looked at Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong said: "Either give them all, or don't give them away! Then don't give them away!"

Yang Huazhou is destined not to be so lucky today.

The family has dinner.

Pork ribs, stewed radish, pork liver soup, stir-fried cabbage.

A sumptuous meal.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

Early in the morning, Luo Fengtang came to pick up Yang Ruoqing.

We made an appointment to go cut down trees in the mountains behind today.

Make roof beams and build furniture.

"Eat more and be full before you have the strength to cut down trees."

Mrs. Sun piled the hot green onion and egg pancakes into Luo Fengtang's bowl.

Luo Fengtang smiled and said: "Third Aunt, my stomach is about to burst. I really can't eat!"

Sun said: "How come you can't eat such a big thing? Eat two more!"

Luo Fengtang couldn't laugh or cry.

Yang Ruoqing laughed at the side: "Mom, just let him go, this is not stuffing ducks!"

Mrs. Sun gave Yang Ruoqing an angry look.

After eating and drinking, the two of them took their hatchets, saws, axes, and ropes and went out under the watch of Sun.

Behind Changping Village are mountains.

At a glance, there seems to be no end to the peaks, big and small.

"Where to cut?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang thought for a moment: "The trees in the grove behind the village are relatively thin and not old enough."

"Why don't we go to Shanchongli on the right side? There are many cedar trees there that are quite old."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Let's go!"

The so-called Shanchong is actually an open valley.

The valley is deeper, deep in the mountains among the peaks.

And this mountain rush is usually not too far away.

The two men walked upstream along the river at the foot of the mountain for two or three miles.

A stone arch bridge appeared ahead.

The stone arch bridge looks old, and some places on the sides are damaged.

Lying on the river, connecting the two ends.

The two of them crossed the bridge, walked to the foot of the mountain, and then walked to the right.

At the foot of the mountain in the middle of winter, most of the vegetation is withered, and the ground is covered with tiny pebbles.

It's very quiet at the foot of the mountain, with almost no passersby.

The two of them walked for another three miles and reached a downhill slope.

Going downhill, there is still a mountain in front of you. Turn left and you will enter the mountain.

This mountain rush is like a pocket.

Once inside, there are mountains on all sides and a large open space in the middle.

The vacant land was opened up by villagers from nearby villages and used to grow sweet potatoes, mung beans and the like.

This season is naturally desolate.

Occasionally, in some reclaimed land, some mung bean poles have not yet been pulled out.

They were scattered in the ground, with one or two birds parked on them.

"Tangyaozi, look over there. Why is there a small house?"

This is Yang Ruoqing's first time back here in Shanchong.

Very new to everything.

At a glance, he could see a lonely thatched house standing at the foot of the mountain opposite.

Not so much the house, but everything collapsed on all sides.

The thatch roof fell to the ground.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the thatched house opposite.

"That house is quite old. I heard that there used to be a lazy man in Zhengjia Village next door who did all kinds of evil."

"Kicking down the widow's door, digging the graves of homeless families, and even watching the old lady take a bath."

"I was kicked out by the villagers later, so I hid in this mountain and built this thatched house."

"What happened next?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"He later died in this house. When he was found, one of his ears had been bitten off by a mouse," he said.

"Eh, that's disgusting." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

"Stop talking about this, let's go to the fir forest over there," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Walk forward behind him.

She was surprised when she saw the direction he was leading the way.
To be continued...