Seeing what happened to her fifth uncle and fifth aunt, Yang Ruoqing felt more and more that her good life was hard-won.

Dad broke his leg and was thrown away by Lao Yang's family as a burden.

This is truly a blessing in disguise.

Now, my legs are healed and my family is getting rich.

Seeing that they were buying land and opening a restaurant, Lao Yangtou and the others must have regretted letting go of this fat sheep.

Therefore, Uncle Wu went shopping and received more than twenty taels of silver a year.

Grandma would never let this sheep out again even if she was beaten to death.

Alas, it is difficult for upright officials to deal with household affairs, so the fifth uncle and the fifth aunt can only rely on themselves to fight.

…

The next day was the day when Yang Huamei returned home.

Before dawn, Old Yang came over to say hello to Yang Huazhong.

Let him and Mr. Sun go to the front yard to help entertain guests no matter what.

However, this has nothing to do with Yang Ruoqing.

The voices of Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong were heard outside the house. Inside, she pulled the quilt over her head and continued to sleep.

Now that I am the owner of a restaurant, I just go around the restaurant during the day and take charge of the overall situation.

No longer have to work as hard as delivering tofu, waking up early and staying late at night.

In addition, the family also bought a carriage, so there is no need to walk.

Therefore, she slept until Mrs. Sun came to wake her up for breakfast, and then she got up.

Just after breakfast, Luo Fengtang drove his carriage over, and Yang Huazhou came too.

"Fifth uncle, please don't go there today. When my sister-in-law comes home, you can rest at home for a day."

Yang Ruoqing said.

After what happened last night, Yang Huazhou's energy and energy were much weaker.

Hearing this, he squeezed out a wry smile at Yang Ruoqing: "I won't rest anymore. I can't fall behind on the errands that I have to do."

"When your sister-in-law comes home, there will be your father, uncle and the others. One more of me is not more, and one less of me is not more."

If you have so much resentment...

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself.

However, I admire his sense of responsibility very much.

But--

"Uncle Wu, you are still injured..." she said.

Yang Huazhou shook his head: "A little skin injury is nothing!"

"Qing'er, I know you are doing it for my own good, so don't try to persuade me again."

"Let me go to the restaurant to work. If you stay at home, I will feel even more worried!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing thought about it and thought so.

"Okay, then let's go to the restaurant to do some work."

The three of them got on the carriage and headed towards the restaurant.

at home.

After breakfast, Mrs. Sun saw that the sun was nice and planned to dry all the quilts on the children's beds.

When Yang Ruoqing came to the room to hug her quilt, she saw a pair of tied paper rolls at the end of the bed.

Mrs. Sun held it in her hand and looked at it, wondering what it was.

Daan and Dajie had changed their shoes and were about to go to Lijiacun to go to school.

Come to this house and say goodbye to Mr. Sun.

Seeing Mrs. Sun holding this thing in her hand, Daan walked over curiously: "Mom, what are you holding in your hand?"

Sun said: "I don't know what it is. I saw it at the end of your sister's bed. Could it be that she forgot to bring something important to the restaurant?"

Da'an took the thing over and untied the ropes tied to it.

"I'll know just by looking at it."

Soon, it was opened. Daan shook the paper roll open and took a look.

The fresh fragrance of pen and ink floats into your nostrils, and on the paper as white as snow, a picture of a beauty catching butterflies jumps into view.

"It turns out to be a secondary picture scroll!"

Da'an said, holding one end of the scroll with both hands, stretching it out to appreciate it carefully.

"Who painted this? The painting is so good and lifelike!"

Da'an praised, his eyes sparkling.

Mr. Sun couldn't understand the painting, but he still poked his head around to take a look.

"Hey, Da'an, do you think the beauty in this painting has some familiar features?" asked Sun.

"Really?"

Daan narrowed his eyes and took a closer look.

Hearing this, Dajie also ran over and looked at him together.

"It's my cousin!"

Dajie was the first to speak out.

Da'an said: "Ha, you took my word for it."

Ms. Sun also nodded: "No wonder I thought it looked familiar at first glance. It turned out that the painting was based on your sister's facial features!"

"Oh my, it's a pity that you sisters are all wearing coarse clothes."

"If she were to put on the skirt in this painting, she would definitely look even more beautiful than this beauty!" said Sun.

Daan's eyes looked carefully at the scroll.

There is only one picture on the scroll and not a single line of poetry.

However, at the end of the painting, the name of the painter was left.

Muzichuan!

Brother Zichuan drew a portrait of his sister and gave it to her...

My sister also accepted it.

The two of them, what's going on?

Daan pursed his lips slightly and fell into thought.

"Da'an, what are the words written at the bottom?"

Mrs. Sun also discovered the three characters of Luowei's signature and asked Da'an.

Da'an came back to his senses and said with a normal expression: "I didn't write anything, just the name of the painting."

"Mom, I will put this scroll away for my sister and give it to her later at night."

After saying that, Daan collected the scroll and left the house.

…

On the carriage, Yang Ruoqing belatedly thought of the scroll.

Faint to death.

After I came back yesterday, I completely forgot about all the things I had done.

The scroll seemed to have been casually placed on the bed by her, so it would not be lost.

…

The front yard of Lao Yang's house.

After a crisp sound of firecrackers, Yang Huamei returned home with her new uncle Wang Shuanzi.

After what happened last night, Old Yangtou still looks a little pale and weak today.

But he still managed to get up from the bed and sat in the main room in the front yard to greet Wang Hongquan and Wang Shuanzi.

In the backyard, the five daughters-in-law, Jin, Yang, Sun, Liu, and Bao, were busy in the kitchen.

Mrs. Tan, on the other hand, took Yang Huamei's hand and sat in the house where Yang Huamei used to live.

The two mothers closed the door and window and talked.
To be continued...