When Yang Ruoqing delivered the dumplings to Aunt Guihua's house, she happened to catch up with her family gathering around the kitchen for dinner.

A soybean oil lamp was lit beside the pot, and two earthenware bowls were placed beside it, with a little vegetable in the bottom of the bowl.

It's so dark that I can't even see what it is.

"Aunt Osmanthus Osmanthus, are you having dinner? Just in time, I've brought you dumplings!"

"Ah, dumplings? These are rare things!"

Osmanthus hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands and took the dumplings handed over by Yang Ruoqing.

The white and fragrant dumplings were so delicious that all the dumplings from the Guihua family came over and drooled with greed.

"These dumplings are so beautifully made and smell delicious. Qing'er, if you give us so many, will your family have enough?" Osmanthus asked.

"That's enough. Auntie, you guys eat first. I have two more bowls left and I have to send them over to Aunt Dayun and Blacksmith Luo's house." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Okay, it's dark and the roads are slippery. Can your Uncle Chang Geng give you a ride?"

Osmanthus asked. Chang Geng, who was squatting at the mouth of the stove and pulling wild vegetable porridge, immediately put down his bowl and stood up.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "No need, you can walk on the roads in the village with your eyes closed."

Yang Ruoqing sent the dumplings to Aunt Dayun's house again. Dayun's family had eaten, washed their feet and climbed into bed.

Yang Ruoqing gave the dumplings to Dayun in the yard without entering the house.

"I've been busy harvesting and planting rapeseed and wheat during this period, and I haven't had time to roll out dumplings. Your younger brothers and sisters are all clamoring for a toothpaste. Now, I'll be happy when I get up early tomorrow morning and see these dumplings.

What's going on!" Dayun took Yang Ruoqing's hand and said with a smile.

Give someone a rose, and the fragrance will linger in your hands.

Hearing Aunt Dayun say this, Yang Ruoqing was also very happy.

"There aren't many dumplings, so I can only give my brothers and sisters a taste. Auntie, I'm leaving first!"

"Okay, be careful on the way. I'll wash the dishes before sending them over tomorrow." Dayun sent Yang Ruoqing to the door of the courtyard.

"It's okay, Auntie, please go back to the house!" Yang Ruoqing waved her hand towards Dayun from a distance, and her figure disappeared into the night.

"This girl is so capable, Shuzhen is so lucky!" Dayun murmured and turned back to the yard.

The last bowl was sent to Tang Yazi.

Changping Village is so big that it takes three bowls of tea to get from one end of the village to the other.

Old Yang's house is at the northern end of the village, while Blacksmith Luo's house is under the old maple tree at the south end of the village.

As Yang Ruoqing walked along, most of the people in the courtyards on both sides were lying down, in the dark.

The sound insulation effect of these yellow mud house walls is really poor.

In some houses, the sound of a woman "calling for a kang" can be heard.

"Calling Kang" is a local dialect. Translated into a modern word, it is "Calling Chuang".

Yang Ruoqing concentrated on her way, but she pursed her lips and snickered.

In this ancient rural mountain village, spiritual life was poor, and entertainment hobbies were even more pitiful.

As soon as it gets dark and the lights blow out, men and women get under the covers. If we don't do some things between men and women, wouldn't the long night be boring?

Hurrying slowly, I finally saw the old maple tree at the south end of the village.

Under the maple tree, the small farmhouse with three thatched houses and a fence surrounding it was Blacksmith Luo's house.

The three low houses were completely dark, but in an even lower thatched house next to the houses, there was still a faint light on.

Yang Ruoqing walked over and patted the fence gate.

A tall figure walked out of the small room with the firelight on, and Yang Ruoqing recognized it as Luo Fengtang at a glance.

"Who?" He stood at the door of the hut and asked towards the fence gate.

"Tangyazi, I am the fat girl from the old Yang family."

Fat girl?

Luo Fengtang was stunned.

Thinking that he heard wrongly, he raised his hand and patted his hot cheek.

"Tangyazi, what are you doing? Open the door quickly. My mother sent me to deliver something to your house."

Through a fence door, Yang Ruoqing clearly saw Tang Ya Zi Leng at the door of the small house. She didn't come to open the door, but stood there and patted him on the face.

Why does this kid look like a goose?

Yang Ruoqing was just wondering when the people over there finally moved.

Luo Fengtang rushed behind the door in one swift step and opened the fence door with a creak.

The moon hung on the treetops, and the bright moonlight shone down. He could see clearly that the girl standing at the door holding a basket was really fat!

"Fat, fat girl, you, why are you here?"

Luo Fengtang looked down at the girl in front of him who was much shorter than him, feeling inexplicably guilty and short of breath.

"My mother made dumplings and asked me to bring you a bowl to try. Where is Uncle Luo? Are you lying down?" Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile.

"Well, I took the medicine and then lay down."

Luo Fengtang muttered, thinking of something, he turned his tall body sideways to make way for Yang Ruoqing.

"Come in and sit down!"

"Uncle Luo is lying down. I won't go in and disturb him. Tang Yazi, please find a bowl and I'll pour the dumplings to you. I still have to go home." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Oh, bowl, the bowl is..."

Seeing that Luo Fengtang was stunned again, Yang Ruoqing smiled helplessly, "Where is your kitchen?"

"Then..." He raised his finger and pointed at the small room that was still lit by firelight.

Yang Ruoqing stepped forward and walked straight towards the kitchen of Blacksmith Luo's house.

This kid is so stupid that he can't come to his senses even after asking a question for a long time. She'd better do it herself!

When I walked into the kitchen of Lao Luo's house, I was shocked by the sight in front of me.

Next to the mottled wall, there is a stove, a single pot, and a crooked chimney that looks like it will collapse at any time.

Inside the stove, the walls were scorched by smoke and yellow mud, and it was pitch black!

In the pot outside, all the dirty dishes and chopsticks after eating were piled inside, half submerged with water, and rice grains, wild vegetables, and medicinal residues were scattered all over the stove!

A sour smell, combined with the bitter taste of medicine, permeated every place, pungent and unpleasant.

Fortunately, the weather is getting colder now and winter is about to begin. If this had been left in the summer, flies and mosquitoes from a whole village would have to come here!

Not counting these, the ground has probably not been cleaned for ten and a half days, right?

There were also piles of rabbit snares, wild boar snares, messy bamboo wire hatchets, and other hunting equipment.

There is no way to stop!

In the corner of the wall, a piece of bamboo has just been broken open, and there is a hatchet next to it. It seems that the fire has just been lit. It is Tang Yazi who is cutting arrows here!

"Fat Ya, wait a minute and I'll find you a bowl."

Luo Fengtang followed in, said something, rushed to the cupboard on the side, and pulled it open with all his strength.

The dust mixed with the musty smell hit his face, making Luo Fengtang cough a few times.

"Tangyazi, are you okay?" Yang Ruoqing turned around and asked.

Luo Fengtang blushed and waved his hand: "I haven't opened the cupboard for a long time, I'm afraid there is no bowl. There is some in the pot!"

He turned around and came to the pot. When he saw the bowls and chopsticks in the pot, he was dumbfounded.

Yang Ruoqing secretly shook her head, life in a family without a woman to take care of it was really a mess!

"Tangyaozi, don't look for a bowl. Just put the dumplings away and heat them up to eat tomorrow morning."

Yang Ruoqing said, looking at the only pot, it was so dirty? Why is it so hot?

Luo Fengtang was so embarrassed that he stood by the stove with his head lowered, wishing he could find a crack in the floor to drill through.
Chapter completed!