Yang Huazhong said: "If he still has any shame, he will never come back."

Yang Huaming said: "Even if he comes back to ask for help, it has nothing to do with our fourth room. I don't have his second brother."

Yang Huazhou said: "I probably won't come back. My parents have made it clear now."

"Not to mention that the old Yang family can't tolerate Qian and the child. My father has made a guarantee for my brother-in-law."

After Yang Huazhou's reminder, everyone remembered that on New Year's Eve, little old Yang showed his head in front of everyone.

As the second mother Yang’s natal family, I made three suggestions to Old Yangtou.

One of them is that Yang Hualin can continue his marriage and find Yongbai a stepmother who can take care of him.

But she must be a woman of good character, even a widow.

Now, if a woman from the Goulan Courtyard comes back, what should I do to Little Old Yangtou?

In the crowd, Mrs. Liu suddenly thought of something and exclaimed again.

Yang Huaming on the side was startled and glared at her.

"You mother-in-law, can't you say something properly? You always get startled and say something, you are sick!" Yang Huaming said.

Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes at Yang Huaming and was too lazy to talk to Yang Huaming.

"Hey, why have everyone forgotten something?"

Mrs. Liu stretched her neck and said to everyone.

"I heard that for the girls in Goulan Yuan, in order to prevent them from getting pregnant, the madam boiled safflower medicine for them to drink."

"How can Mrs. Qian be pregnant with a child?"

Everyone was stunned after Liu's suggestion.

Yes, how can I get pregnant?

"Fourth Aunt, it's not absolute that women in brothels cannot get pregnant. Sometimes things slip through the net."

The person who said this was none other than Yang Ruoqing.

"Last time I went to the capital, I heard that there was a woman named Wei Chunhua in a brothel in the capital."

"Not only was she pregnant with her benefactor's child, she also gave birth to it and raised it in a brothel."

"Because we couldn't figure out who the biological father of the child was, and this woman had a good relationship with the old bustard, the old bustard asked her to give birth to the child, and named her Xiaobao after her," she said.

When everyone heard this, they all felt very strange.

"Are there any children who grew up in brothels?" Ms. Liu asked again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "This kid named Wei Xiaobao is very smart and naughty. I heard that he helps the sisters there buy some rouge, gouache, etc., runs errands, and passes on messages. Everyone likes him very much!"

Everyone found it novel.

"Then according to what Qing'er said, maybe that child is really your second uncle's?" Mrs. Sun also spoke up.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I just said that Mr. Qian can have a child. As for whether the child is the second uncle's, I can't guarantee it."

Everyone frowned.

Finally, Yang Huazhong, as the most prestigious and eldest member of the group, spoke up: "Whether that child belongs to the second brother or not, we don't care."

"What we have to do now is not to care or ask."

"After going through so much, I am completely heartbroken about my second wife."

"From now on, their life, death, and poverty have nothing to do with my third wife."

"Third brother, we three brothers stand together. Whatever you think and do, we will do it." Yang Huazhou expressed his stance.

Yang Huaming nodded repeatedly.

Here, Yang Yongjin also spoke up: "It is impossible for our first roommate to ask about the second roommate's affairs."

"Uncles, I'm worried that I will go back to sleep, thinking about my eldest grandson, and become soft-hearted again!"

When Yang Yongjin expressed his own concerns, he also expressed the concerns of others.

Mrs. Liu curled her lips: "We all stand together, it's hard for your father to go against the wishes of so many of us!"

"Anyway, I, Mrs. Liu, would never call an old bitch my second sister-in-law to death. She is so dirty!"

In the end, everyone unanimously agreed, and the matter of Yang Hualin was settled for the time being.

Because today is the fifteenth day of July, the Half-Ghost Festival of the seventh month in the old calendar, which is a festival to worship ancestors and the dead.

Therefore, everyone just discussed Yang Hualin's matter. After agreeing on their opinions, they dispersed to prepare for the firecrackers and offerings to burn incense on the mountain in the afternoon.

"Qing'er, for this month and a half, you and Tang Yazi will stay with us for dinner."

"Invite your mother-in-law over at night. I'll grind new rice noodles and make bacon rice noodle cakes to eat at night." Mrs. Sun said to Yang Ruoqing.

Bacon rice noodle cake?

Just hearing this name, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but salivate.

She smiled happily: "Okay, I'll go and tell my mother-in-law later that we can eat together at night."

Here, Luo Fengtang said to her again: "I will take the firecrackers and offerings and other things with my uncle and go to the mountains in the afternoon. You just stay at home."

"Yeah, okay." She nodded.

With this body, she didn't want to go over the mountains anymore.

"Then you have to explain to my ancestors for me that it's not that I don't want to go, it's just that I'm inconvenienced."

"Kowtow for me a few more times by the way." She told Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang raised his hand and rubbed Yang Ruoqing's hair: "Don't worry, our ancestors are knowledgeable and can understand."

"What's more, you are pregnant with a child now, but you are the one who wants to expand the branches and leaves of our old Luo family, so you are the hero!" he said.

"Hey, I don't dare to take credit. This is what I should do as the daughter-in-law of the Luo family." She smiled modestly and said.

Seeing no one around, Luo Fengtang came over.

He whispered into her ear: "No matter what, you helped me work hard to conceive the baby. You are my hero!"

She glanced at him with a smile, pursed her lips, and felt indescribably sweet in her heart.

In the afternoon, the crackling of firecrackers could be heard from time to time on the back mountain.

This sound lasted until sunset before it completely ended.

The men who burned incense returned home one after another, while at home, the women were busy making dinner for the night.

In the middle of the month, it is popular to make cakes using the rice flour harvested this season.

There are round ones and crescent-shaped ones.

Some are cakes mixed with wild vegetables, while others are made from the last bit of bacon left over from the Chinese New Year, cut into fine pieces.

Then mix it with wild vegetables to make stuffing, and wrap it in the middle of the rice flour cake like making dumplings.

Pasted on both sides, it looks like a large dumpling.

You can steam it in a pot, or put an appropriate amount of oil in the pot and fry it until done.

No matter which way you eat it, it's always delicious.

They are all farmers. In this seventh month of the lunar calendar, they are most looking forward to the festival delicacies and snacks with local characteristics.

After a sumptuous dinner, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang returned to their yard together.

After entering the yard and saying goodbye to Tuoba Xian, the young couple walked to the backyard.

Luo Fengtang stood up and said, "Daughter-in-law, come up, I will carry you back to the house."

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Zhu Bajie is carrying his wife on his back?"

Luo Fengtang grinned: "Come on, wife, don't leave. You're tired from walking. I'll carry you!"
Chapter completed!