According to the elderly and experienced people in the village, these days are good days.

After waiting for these few days, I am afraid that the rain is coming.

So, every household was busy washing and drying.

When Yang Ruoqing walked to the pond at the entrance of the village, carrying a basket, there were already a circle of women squatting beside the pond washing themselves.

Yang Ruoqing stood on tiptoe looking for an empty seat.

A woman waved to Yang Ruoqing, "Qing'er, come to Auntie."

Yang Ruoqing took a closer look and saw that it was Aunt Dayun.

She hurriedly carried the basket to the sweet-scented osmanthus.

"All that's left is your Uncle Da Niu's pair of shoes, which will be ready in a while," Dayun said.

"No rush." ​​Yang Ruoqing said with a smile and squatted down.

He picked up Uncle Daniu's other shoe and started scrubbing it with Dayun.

Dayun glanced at Yang Ruoqing and felt even more that this girl was sensible.

"What is your mother doing at home?" Dayun asked while washing.

Yang Ruoqing said, "I was drying clothes just now, now I should be shoveling the pig pen."

Dayun nodded and asked Yang Ruoqing some other things, whether Piggy was happy eating or not.

Yang Ruoqing answered them all one by one.

When the shoes were about to be washed, there was a sudden movement among the women.

Yang Ruoqing has long been used to these women who are always ready to blow up their nests.

I have no interest in seeing them.

But his elbow was lightly touched by Dayun.

"Widow Liu has also come to wash clothes." Dayun said in a low voice.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced over there.

Widow Liu was coming this way carrying a wooden basin.

Like Ms. Tan, she has bound feet.

Tan's steps are splayed out, and when walking, there is a gust of wind, wind, and fire.

Widow Liu, on the other hand, gives people the feeling of moving lightly with lotus steps.

After just one glance, Yang Ruoqing looked away.

I am not interested in Widow Liu.

Over there, someone in the crowd of women smiled and greeted Widow Liu.

"Xiu Cainiang, weren't you in the town studying with your family Zichuan? Why are you back in the village now?"

Widow Liu seemed to be very happy with this title. She held the basin in one hand and used the other hand to stroke her unruly hair.

"Tomorrow is my man's memorial day. My son, Zichuan, and my husband took leave and came back specifically to burn incense for his father."

"Oh, your family, Zichuan, is good at studying and filial. You, scholar, teach your children well."

"Where where"

"Xiu Cainiang, bring me your clothes. I can help you wash them."

"Haha, no need. I'll wash off the clothes that Zichuan changed out of after a while."

Widow Liu held the wooden basin, looked around for a few times, then turned and walked towards Dayun and Yang Ruoqing.

On the other side of the big cloud, separated by a meter of water, there is an empty stone.

Widow Liu went straight to the empty stone.

There was still a spring breeze-like smile in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure.

He paused slightly at his feet, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

The road between enemies is really narrow, even if you are washing clothes, you will meet a fat girl

Widow Liu snorted and walked past them to the empty stone without looking away.

Her feet were bound and she was wearing embroidered shoes, and the pond was surrounded by mud and small smooth stones.

Widow Liu's feet slipped and she let out a low cry.

Fortunately, Dayun had quick eyes and quick hands and held her up.

"Sister-in-law of the Mu family, let me help you get up to the rock," Dayun said kindly.

Widow Liu shook off Dayun's hand and said, "No need."

Then, she carried the wooden basin and carefully moved it to the big stone one meter away.

Here, Dayun was having a hard time.

"Who is this?"

Dayun shook his head, squatted down and continued to wash his shoes.

Yang Ruoqing saw it all.

She knew that the way Widow Liu looked at Aunt Dayun was ultimately directed at her.

He kicked off her son and took the initiative to cancel the engagement.

This matter is like a thorn in the heart of Widow Liu, and she cannot pull it out even if she lives or dead.

Widow Liu would hate anyone who got close to Yang Ruoqing.

"Aunt Dayun, don't take it personally, she is doing it just to show me."

Seeing that Dayun was still blushing and looking aggrieved, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but lower her voice and comfort her.

Dayun nodded, "Auntie is fine, don't worry."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Soon, a pair of Uncle Daniel's shoes were cleaned.

Dayun glanced at the sheets in Yang Ruoqing's basket and said, "Do you want my aunt to wash it for you?"

Yang Ruoqing knew that the old man in the Dayun family was in poor health and had many children, so how could he bear to waste her time?

He shook his head hurriedly, "The two sheets will be washed in a while. Aunt Dayun, you go home first."

"Okay, then Auntie is leaving first. Be careful yourself."

Dayun pursed his lips toward Widow Liu.

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

I thought Aunt Dayun was a little worried.

In the clear sky, how can Widow Liu do to herself?

However, facing Aunt Dayun's concern, Yang Ruoqing still nodded obediently.

"I understand. Auntie, please go home quickly."

Dayun left, and Yang Ruoqing glanced at Widow Liu who was one meter away.

Widow Liu turned her back to this side and was immersed in washing clothes.

I don't know if it's because she has no place to use her energy, or because she wants to vent her anger.

The sound of beating the clothes with a mallet was a loud noise.

“Bang bang bang”

He beat the stone so hard that it almost cracked.

Overshadowing the beating sounds of other women by the pond, the sound of water echoed on the surface of the water for a long time.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, withdrew her gaze and started doing her own thing.

One bed belongs to Blacksmith Luo, and the other belongs to Tang Yazi.

Yang Ruoqing put on the soap locust powder and scrubbed it carefully.

The women washing by the pond all left one after another after washing.

Yang Ruoqing is almost done washing it.

She put the half-twisted sheet into the bamboo basket and was about to get up.

Widow Liu suddenly called her.

"Fat Ya, give me your hand and help me over."

Looking up, Widow Liu had already washed herself and stood up.

She held the wooden basin in one hand, bent slightly and stretched out her other hand towards Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing remembered what Aunt Dayun had done to herself, so she squatted there and didn't move.

"Just now Aunt Dayun said she would help you over, didn't you say you didn't need it?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Widow Liu said, "I stood up after squatting for a long time. I feel dizzy and light-footed. Please help me quickly."

We are from the same village, and she is Muzichuan's mother, so this is what she said.

If you don't give me a hand, you can't explain it.

Anyway, it was an easy task, so Yang Ruoqing stood up.

There is a distance of nearly one meter between the two stones.

Yang Ruoqing leaned forward and stretched out her hand towards Widow Liu.

When her hand was still a palm away from Widow Liu's, Widow Liu's lips suddenly revealed a strange smile.

Then, her body suddenly tilted.

"Plop"
Chapter completed!