The girl was like a busy little bee, going in and out of the house, busy.

A broom and a rag become magical and omnipotent in her hands.

"Tangyaozi, take a look at this house again, don't you feel something different?"

After finishing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief, raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her cheek, and asked Luo Fengtang excitedly.

Luo Fengtang's eyes turned around the room, and there was a faint excitement in his eyes.

Not only is it different, it’s a huge change.

Clean and tidy, one glance makes people feel very comfortable.

His wardrobe seemed to have been replaced with a new one, and the earthenware bowl from which he drank tea was also opened.

The front and rear windows were opened, and the room became brighter, and the damp and musty smell faded a lot.

"It's so clean that I almost don't recognize it. I just smell the smell, which is a bit unfamiliar to me."

He grinned and scratched his head.

When it comes to housework, it's really a girl's job.

He has never lived in such a clean house in his entire life

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him, "You, you are so muddy that you can't stick to the wall."

"Hehe" he giggled.

Yang Ruoqing pointed to the front and rear windows and told him, "Only cover the sieve when sleeping at night. It's best to take it off during the day to let the room ventilate."

"Yeah" he nodded.

"When the weather is fine and the sun is good, you must take the quilt out to dry it. When the sun shines, the quilt will be fluffy and warm, and it will not get fleas."

"Okay." He listened very carefully and remembered every word.

Outside the house, Blacksmith Luo, who had always been upright and aboveboard in his life, was poking his head at the moment.

The corn paste has been heated twice, and he has come over to see it twice.

Girl Qing was busy cleaning the house for Tang Yazi.

The two of them were answering questions and laughing.

He was hiding outside and heard Girl Qing humming a few songs from time to time.

That voice is so nice

Blacksmith Luo was still squatting under the wall outside and listening, when suddenly the girl's surprised voice came from over there.

"Uncle Luo, have you warmed up the corn paste?" she asked.

As soon as she entered the yard, she asked him to heat up the cornstarch to give Tangyazi a taste.

She had tidied up the room, and she hadn't even brought the cornmeal yet.

Only then did she come out to see what was going on.

But they saw Blacksmith Luo squatting under the window outside the west room, smoking a cigarette, with the old Luo family's signature silly smile on his face.

When Blacksmith Luo saw Yang Ruoqing coming out, he quickly stood up.

"Now that it's warmed up, I'll take a few puffs of cigarette and then bring it to Tangyazi."

"It's okay, you smoke your cigarette and I'll bring it to you."

Yang Ruoqing brought the cornmeal batter to Luo Fengtang.

"Try it, the cornmeal batter made by my mother is fragrant, sweet and delicious."

She smiled and winked at Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang picked up the chopsticks and picked up the bowl, just pulling at it.

"I'm not lying to you. Is it delicious?" she asked.

"Well, my aunt is really good at her craftsmanship," he praised sincerely.

"That's because, as her daughter, my craftsmanship will be even better in the future," Yang Ruoqing said without blushing.

It was just a joke, but he nodded seriously.

"Yes, I believe it"

"Hehe." Yang Ruoqing smiled, what a silly boy.

Here, Luo Fengtang, who had eaten and drank enough, thought of something and said to Yang Ruoqing, "Counting the days, it's time to make tofu tonight. Let's meet at the entrance of the village tomorrow morning as agreed and deliver the tofu to the town together."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I was just about to tell you that your injury is not healed yet, so you can't be hurt."

"My injury is really fine. I am carrying water now," he said.

"It's thirty miles to Qingshui Town, and it's sixty miles round trip, which is no better than going home to the pond at the entrance of the village," Yang Ruoqing said.

"I'm not going to the town. Why are you delivering the tofu alone? I'm really fine. At worst, walk slowly and take a rest when you're tired." He insisted on going.

But Yang Ruoqing was determined not to let go.

"I bandaged your injury. I am your attending doctor. You have to listen to me."

After a pause, she continued, "I asked my fifth uncle to help me deliver tofu tomorrow morning. Just stay at home and have a good rest. When you recover from your injury, there will be many opportunities for you to deliver tofu."

In the end, Luo Fengtang couldn't defeat Yang Ruoqing and had to let her go.

The front yard of Lao Yang's house.

Mrs. Tan was sitting at the door of the east room, collecting her shoes, and watching over Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhou who were talking inside.

In the room, Lao Yangtou sat behind the Eight Immortals table and smoked a dry cigarette.

Yang Huazhou stood at the other end of the table, looking awkward.

Old Yang raised his eyelids, glanced at Yang Huazhou, and warned, "Tonight, let your sister-in-law and the others boil an extra pot of water. You should take a good bath, wash your hair, and change into clean clothes. You won't have to go see each other tomorrow, and you'll be all dressed up."

The smell of sweat makes this girl run away."

“Dad, I don’t really want to go.”

Yang Huazhou lowered his head and said in a dull voice.

"Why don't you want to go?" Old Yangtou asked in surprise.

"I can't pull that face off," Yang Huazhou said.

Ask him to help others, just say hello and he will be there in a flash.

But when he thought about taking a shower, washing his hair, changing clothes, and shaving, just to give it to a girl to take a look, he felt cold sweat break out in his palms just thinking about it.

Lao Yangtou banged the dry tobacco pole on the table with his hand.

"Old Wu, you are a promising person and have become a twenty-five-six-year-old in Budu. You really plan to be a bachelor for the rest of your life."

Old Yangtou asked sharply.

"I'm asking you to have a look at this girl, but I'm not asking you to go up mountains of swords and down seas of fire. Why are you so worthless?"

"Dad, what are you looking at? It's definitely not going to work," Yang Huazhou said with a frown.

"How can I know it before I even look at it?" Old Yangtou was very unhappy.

"The fortune tellers have said that I am the one who will harm my wife. This girl has no enmity with me. I don't want to harm her."

"fart"

Lao Yangtou threw the tobacco pole in his hand on the table, his eyebrows and beard trembling with anger.

Yang Huazhou was startled and did not dare to say a word.

Mrs. Tan, who was watching outside the house, heard the noise inside and poked her head in.

"Look what you two are doing. You have something to say."

After admonishing, Mr. Tan retracted his head.

Outside the house, Ms. Liu's eyes flickered and she moved her feet this way, wanting to hear what her father-in-law and brother-in-law were planning.

"Fourth family member, what are you doing in such a cunning manner? You have cleaned the pig pen, fed the cows, and not prepared dinner. Are you planning to let the whole family drink the northwest wind?"

Tan shouted angrily, and Liu immediately stopped.

He said with a smile, "I just washed the rice and cut the sweet potatoes, and I'm about to cook the sweet potato porridge."

Mrs. Tan looked at Mrs. Liu with sharp eyes. Mrs. Liu knew that there was no chance of eavesdropping, so she returned to the kitchen.

In the room, Old Yang sighed heavily and continued to do Yang Huazhou's ideological work.

"Fortune tellers are not always accurate. Lao Wu, you are not young. You will never be a bachelor for the rest of your life."

"Having many children and grandchildren is a blessing. If you are alone, you will be old and alone in the future. You will be sick in bed and there will be no one to bring you tea or water."
Chapter completed!