Seeing Yang Ruoqing's tough attitude, Luo Fengtang was slightly startled.

He immediately grinned, "Qing'er, don't worry, I'll do it."

The boy said, leaning down and taking off his sandals.

Then, a little embarrassed, he put his big feet, which were still covered in mud, into the hot water basin in front of him.

The cold feet were wrapped in warm hot water.

He couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief

"Why don't you warm your feet with hot water? Your whole body will be warm."

Yang Ruoqing asked with a smile from the side.

Luo Fengtang nodded.

Yang Ruoqing knelt down, scooped up a handful of hot water, and poured it on his exposed calves in the water.

"Rich people take good medicine, while poor people take more foot baths."

"In winter, you should remember to take a hot bath every night before going to bed."

"It's warm and you won't get sick easily, remember," she warned.

Luo Fengtang nodded vigorously.

Now, my feet are no longer cold and my heart is warm.

While he was soaking quietly, Yang Ruoqing carried his pair of sandals outside the house.

Knocked off the dust on top and carried it back again.

She leaned down and felt the temperature of the water with her fingers.

"Well, it's almost done. Let me help you wipe it up." Yang Ruoqing said.

She rolled up her sleeves and knelt down to twist the veil.

Stopped by Luo Fengtang.

"Qing'er, how can I ask you to wipe me myself?"

He said, grabbing the veil from her hand without any explanation.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes flickered slightly.

In this era, men are superior to women, and men are naturally accustomed to being served by women.

Especially in this countryside, every man's feet are washed by women.

Even before Yang Huazhong broke his leg, Sun helped wash his feet.

It's even more serious now that he's injured in bed.

Everyone is accustomed to this.

Yang Ruoqing went to twist the handkerchief just now, just to test Luo Fengtang.

At this moment, I saw him wringing out the handkerchief neatly and wiping his feet.

She pursed her lips and nodded secretly.

Seeing her smiling and looking at him while wiping her feet, he grinned and smiled a little sheepishly.

"My feet are so stinky, I will stain your handkerchief later."

Yang Ruoqing chuckled, "Then next time just remember to accompany me ten times."

Luo Fengtang "".

"Hehe, I'm just teasing you. Whose handkerchief is not used for washing face and wiping feet?"

She smiled and said, "Just wash it when it's dirty."

Seeing that his bare feet were about to put on the straw sandals, she stopped him again.

"You put on your shoes later, I'll go find a pair of socks for you."

He wanted to say no, but Yang Ruoqing put down her words and quickly walked out of the room.

Soon, she returned to the house with a pair of black men's socks in her hand.

There are still patches on the socks.

"These are my dad's socks. Your feet are probably about the same size. You can wear them first."

She handed the socks to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang did not take the socks.

"You gave me your socks, what will Uncle San wear later?" he asked.

"My dad also has a pair. You should wear this pair first. It's not good to be barefoot all the time in the winter," she said.

Luo Fengtang finally couldn't resist Yang Ruoqing and took the socks.

Look at him looking a little clumsy when putting on his socks.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help laughing.

"Tangyaozi, you are wearing it backwards. The one is on the heel."

She reminded from the side.

Luo Fengtang blushed.

"Hehe, to be fair to Qing'er, this is the first time I have worn socks at this age," he said.

"ah"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, thinking she heard wrongly.

But she knew he was a man who couldn't lie.

If I say I haven't worn it, I probably really haven't worn it.

I can understand it if I think about it again.

With his family background like he used to be, it would be nice if he could have a full stomach and not just be naked.

What's more, in this countryside, there are many poor people who don't wear socks.

"It's okay. You put on these socks first. I'll get some rags later and make two pairs for you," she said.

Luo Fengtang didn't make any sound as he lowered his head and put on his socks carefully.

Qing'er said she would make socks for me

From now on, I can also wear my own socks

Luo Fengtang's heart was filled with ups and downs.

When it was snowing when he was a child, he would pull firewood in the snow with his bare feet.

He was so envious when he saw Chen Hu, Chen Xiong and others of the same age in the village wearing socks and shoes made by their mothers.

Go home and ask your uncle for it.

The uncle touched his head and sighed.

"Tangyaozi, uncle can't do those women's work?"

"When you grow up and get a wife, you will also be able to wear socks and shoes."

Now, he also has his own new cloth shoes.

Now I'm wearing socks again.

And all this is given by the girl in front of me

Luo Fengtang's face was filled with emotion, and his fingers wearing socks could not help but tremble slightly.

After putting on his socks and shoes, Luo Fengtang stood up.

He felt warm all over.

He leaned over to pick up the basin on the ground and poured the water into the yard.

"Qing'er, if there is nothing else, I will go home first," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Okay, then you go ahead."

After Luo Fengtang left, Yang Ruoqing closed the door and planned to go to the front yard to find her mother and two younger brothers.

Before I even started to move my heels, there was a sudden commotion in the yard in front.

It was Liu's hysterical crying.

The sound was a shrill scream, just like killing a pig.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing's eyebrows jumped.

It’s hard to imagine that a woman who had just given birth still had the strength to scream like that.

She raised her feet and ran towards the front yard. Before she could turn around the corner of Lao Yang's kitchen, she almost bumped into Da An and Xiao An who were running towards her.

"Ah, what are you two doing by running so fast?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Da'an was panting and said to Yang Ruoqing, "Sister, don't go over there right now, the fourth uncle is beating the fourth aunt over there."

"ah"

Yang Ruoqing was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Why did the fourth uncle hit the fourth aunt?" she asked hurriedly.

"I don't know" Daan shook his head.

"We are playing outside, while Mom, Nai, and the others are in the fourth aunt's room."

"The fourth uncle came back from outside, pulled us apart, rushed in, and beat the fourth aunt."

"We were so scared that we ran back quickly."

Daan finished speaking in one breath, his face still a little frightened.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Okay, then you just play at the door of your house, and I will go and pick up my mother."

When Yang Ruoqing rushed to the front yard, it was already a mess.

Old Yang stood at the door of Liu's house with his hands behind his back, shouting into the house with a face darker than the bottom of the pot.

"Fourth brother, you beast, if you have anything to say, we'll talk to you later. Your wife just gave birth to a baby. Please calm down."

Old Yangtou's roar was quickly covered by the noise in the room.

Tan's scolding, Sun's persuasion, and Liu's howling.

There were also the cries of two cousins ​​in the fourth room, mixed together.

Yang Ruoqing walked closer, but did not hear the voice of her fourth uncle Yang Huaming.

The door was ajar, and she peered in through the crack.
Chapter completed!