"The baby is already called Gonggong, but you are still so old and immoral, bah!" said Sun.

Yang Huazhong laughed heartily, walked over, looked at Sun's clothes, and nodded repeatedly: "Decent, decent, our daughter is really good at doing things, this dress is a good buy!"

Yang Ruoqing took Sun's arm and said, "Mom, look, my dad and I both said it looks good, and it really does. Just wear it openly!"

Everyone has a love for beauty. When she heard the words of her husband and daughter, Mrs. Sun was filled with joy.

The woman looked at the bronze mirror a few more times, gently pulled the corners of her clothes a few times, and smiled happily: "Okay, then I'll wear it out like this."

"That's right!" Yang Ruoqing also laughed.

Mrs. Sun cast her eyes on Yang Huazhong: "Dad Qing'er, why did you come to the backyard? The village elder and the others are gone?"

Yang Huazhong said: "I just left. I came to the backyard to talk to you about opera. We sponsored some money..."

"How much does it cost to perform an opera? How much does our family sponsor?" asked Sun.

Yang Huazhong told Sun the approximate funding and the sponsorship from Luo Fengtang, Yang Huazhou and others.

Yang Huazhong said: "Four taels of silver and three big plays are enough."

"I originally planned to have all the money paid for by my family. The villagers promoted me and asked me to be the current official. If I paid all the money, that's all..."

The man said again.

Mrs. Sun nodded: "Well, according to our current income, we can still afford four taels of silver, and we can afford to invite the blind dates to the theater. Then why don't we pay the full amount?"

Hearing Sun's question, Yang Huazhong turned his attention to Yang Ruoqing.

"Our daughter doesn't think it's appropriate..." he said.

"Ah?" Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly and said to Sun and Yang Huazhong: "Father, mother, regarding this kind of topic, I have actually wanted to have a good communication with you for a long time."

"Four taels of silver, yes, we can afford it."

"But, we don't have that need!" she said.

"There is a saying: when rice rises, kindness fights against rice. Have you heard of it?" she asked.

Yang Huazhong and Sun looked at each other, then both shook their heads.

"What do you mean?" asked Sun.

Yang Ruoqing said: "For example, when someone encounters difficulties, is hungry and cold, and is about to starve to death, we lend him a liter of rice."

"He will definitely be grateful to us and think that we are his savior, right?" she asked.

Mrs. Sun nodded repeatedly, "That's for sure. It's a matter of survival. Only when people are alive can they have hope."

Yang Ruoqing continued: "But if we give that person a bucket of rice, not only will he not starve to death, but he can also sell the extra rice for money."

"Then at this time, he may not be grateful to us, but will blame us instead."

"Why don't we give you two fights? Don't give you one stone? This is human nature, selfishness, greed, and insatiable desires!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Sun and Yang Huazhong looked at each other, both of them were shocked by Yang Ruoqing's brand-new remarks.

Yang Huazhong fell into thought and frowned slightly.

Yang Ruoqing struck while the iron was hot and continued: "Let's take the matter of providing money for singing opera in the village."

"Four taels of silver is the total income of most families in the village throughout the year."

"For our family, especially for me and Tang Yazi, it is nothing at all."

"But, I'll take care of the singing this time. Everyone is happy and can say a few words to me."

"Next time I go to the village to build roads and bridges, if I do everything, maybe I will be praised and thought that I am a good person."

"If you do this kind of thing too much and it becomes a habit, everyone will complain in the end."

"I would say that since our family is so rich and lives in such a nice house, most of them still live in low-rise houses made of yellow mud."

"They will blame us why we don't contribute some money to help them renovate their houses?"

"Our family has a team of mules and horses, cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks, as well as fish ponds and pig sheds."

"Why don't you get some money from the cracks between your fingers for them?"

"Over time, if we do good things for the village, not only will we not receive gratitude, but we will also attract resentment and jealousy."

"Instead of that, why should we do that thankless thing?"

"Why do you want to bury the seeds of resentment? Besides, our family's money is not brought by strong winds or floods. It is earned by our hard work, penny by penny!" Yang Ruoqing said.

When she finished saying all this, the room was completely silent, and both Yang Huazhong and Sun were speechless.

After a while, Yang Huazhong nodded heavily: "Daughter, you are right, things in the world are just like this!"

Mrs. Sun was also full of emotion: "Hey, after living for most of my life, my daughter still doesn't understand and understand the principles of how to deal with others!"

Yang Huazhong said: "Now that I have seen clearly, it is not too late."

…

During lunch, Yang Ruoqing and Yang Ruolan looked at each other.

Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly, and Yang Ruolan took a deep breath and spoke.

"Sir, Hong'er's body is completely healed. What should we do next...? Please give me an idea!" Yang Ruolan said.

Upon hearing this, Lao Yangtou's hand holding the chopsticks paused.

He picked up a piece of fried meat with eggs and put it in his mouth. After chewing it for a few times, he swallowed it.

"Hong'er, I've thought about it carefully. After all, the child was born to Yongzhi and Jin Hong."

"Look back. When Yongzhi comes, let him take him back!" Old Yang said.

Mrs. Tan slapped her chopsticks onto the table, making a crisp sound.

"No!" she said. "With the virtues of the two of them, the woman doesn't know anything, and the man just has a weak ear."

"If the child is given to them, it will cause problems within three days, so we must not give it to him!" said Tan.

Old Yangtou was a little embarrassed: "If you don't return the child to them, who will feed the child? Who will take care of it?"

"You? You can't see. You have to be taken care of by others to dress and eat!" he said.

Tan said: "Even if I can't see, my brain is very good and I know what I can and can't do. Unlike that Chen Jinhong, my brain is probably damaged by the crack in the door!"

"I want to keep Hong'er by my side, eat and sleep with me."

"Go back, you wives, take turns helping me. Several of you will come one after another. Each of you will help me for a day, which is enough to raise the child."

Yang Ruoqing was stunned when she heard what Tan said.

Excluding the sons and daughters she had given birth to, Mrs. Tan had never been so concerned about any of her children among her grandchildren.

Fu'er is a boy, an orphan left by Yang Hualin, and the grandson of the old Yang family's Zhenger Bajing.

Because of Fu'er Niang and Qian's sake.
Chapter completed!