Zuo Junmo raised his hand and patted Luo Fengtang's shoulder.

"When will you marry Qing'er, remember to give me a message, no matter how busy you are, I will take the time to rush over to congratulate you!" Zuo Junmo said.

Hearing this, Luo Fengtang looked grateful.

He looked at Yang Ruoqing beside him with doting eyes.

Then, he said to Zuo Junmo: "Brother Zuo, don't worry, we will definitely send you an invitation!"

Zuo Junmo nodded.

glanced at Yang Ruoqing again, and stopped talking.

He rolled over and got on his horse and walked away without looking back.

The figures of Zuo Junmo and his entourage disappeared from view, and the two turned around and went home.

"We asked the rich man Li to go back and confess, and he said that the mudslide had buried all his accomplices, and he fled back alone."

"During this period of time, there should be no more major movements on the Black Lotus Sect's side, and the villagers have temporarily turned the corner."

On the way back, Luo Fengtang held an umbrella for Yang Ruoqing and pondered.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"Even if there are other moves on the Black Lotus Sect's side, we won't be in the dark like before."

"Rich Master Li has made an internal response, and he will report it in time if there is any situation, unless, he is tired and crooked." She said.

When the two of them arrived at the door of the house, Yang Ruoqing said: "Just send me here, I want to sleep well last day, and you can sleep well when you go back."

"Hmm!"

Luo Fengtang responded.

"After raining for so long last night, Qing'er, you didn't feel any discomfort, right?" He asked again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook her head: "I can run a horse on my shoulders and stand up on my fists, but I can do it."

Luo Fengtang was amused by her words.

This thin arm and thin leg......

"You can't take it lightly, if there's anything unpleasant, you have to drink the medicine immediately, you know?" He admonished again.

Auntie's former man, He Lao Liu, heard that he was infected with the wind and cold, and he has not been well.

In the end, he dragged on, and finally died of illness.

Yang Ruoqing saw the worry in his eyes, and her heart was warm.

"yes, I see." She said.

"It's the same for you, if you don't feel well, you have to drink medicine, and ah, before going to bed, take a hot shower and change into dry clothes, you know?"

Hearing her admonition, he nodded vigorously.

The two parted ways and went back to their respective homes.

……

When Yang Ruoqing went to sleep, there was a light rain in the sky.

By the time she was called up by Sun for lunch, the sky outside was dark and oppressive.

She fell asleep and thought it was night.

"Why does it rain so much?"

Sitting in the dining hall, looking at the sky outside, Yang Ruoqing muttered.

Sun brought a pot of rice from the stove room to the dining hall, "It rains for several days every summer in our area." It's just that this year, the rain came a little earlier. ”

"Come, let's see it, eat first." Sun greeted.

Yang Ruoqing took her gaze back and fell to the dinner table.

At noon, Sun made a lot of delicious dishes.

Steamed bream and braised pork ribs.

Stewed eggs with arrowroot powder.

Stir-fried eggplant with beans, cold cucumber, sweet and crispy peanuts.

In addition, there is a small saucer with several square, red tofu cubes inside.

Sun poured the fried sesame oil over the tofu.

This table of simple and sumptuous farm dishes instantly hooked Yang Ruoqing's appetite.

Regardless of what the rain was like, he picked up the bowl and ate it in a big gulp.

After eating and drinking, Yang Ruoqing wanted to help Sun clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Sun refused to live or die.

"You've lost weight these days, and you don't have anything to do when it's raining during the day, you go back to the house to sleep, and your mother calls you when you have dinner!" Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't cry or laugh.

Daddy, they didn't know what she and Luo Fengtang and Zuo Junmo did.

It's over, now in the eyes of my father, I have become a pig.

Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, and still don't gain weight.

Yes, it's not even as good as a pig, dizzy......

Yawned, Yang Ruoqing went back to her room and then covered her head and fell asleep.

When I got up at night for dinner, it was still raining.

That day, it was like someone had poked a hole, and the next one was endless, and there was no sign of stopping.

Fortunately, the house is a new house, and there is no rain at all.

In the dining hall, Yang Huazhong and Sun looked at the rain, and their faces were full of melancholy.

"At first, when it rained, the big guys were very happy, but there was a lack of water in the rice fields, and the soil was about to crack."

Yang Huazhong said.

"There is too much rain this time, I went to the field to see it in the previous day, and the momentum is not good!"

"This rain will not stop, and the ears of rice will rot in the field before they can mature, what can I do!"

Yang Huazhong said worriedly, he didn't have much appetite for eating.

Sun sat there, and the same was true.

"Our house is newly built, and it doesn't leak rain."

"In the next day, Osmanthus and Dayun came to visit the door and said that many people's houses in the village were leaking badly."

"Su Yun hasn't been here for the past two days, and the house where their mother lives must be leaky...... Sun muttered.

Yang Huazhong said: "It's raining heavily tonight, it's difficult to go in the past, let's go over and see their mother and wife during the day tomorrow."

"The fifth child is not at home, so let's take care of it more." He said.

Sun naturally nodded.

One night, and so it was.

There is no need to stay up late to squat in the mountains, Yang Ruoqing finally reversed this 'jet lag'.

The next morning, the rain stopped, and the sky was still gloomy.

She used wooden barrels and bamboo baskets to carry her clothes to the pond at the entrance of the village to wash them, and the scene in front of her shocked her.

The water level of this pond has risen a lot.

It's all about to overflow to the pond dam.

The laundry stones that had been placed by the pond were all flooded.

The water in the pond used to be clear, but now it will be muddy.

It's like putting a few drops of light soy sauce in a pot of stewed milky white crucian carp soup.

The more I washed my clothes, the dirtier it became, and there was no place to put my feet.

Yang Ruoqing stood by the pond with a washing bucket and frowned.

There are many people who are in the same mood as her.

Look, on the other side of the pond, there are many women carrying not only dirty clothes, but also baskets of vegetables.

Some men carry buckets of water.

There are not many people in the village who have the conditions to dig wells in the yard.

There are only seven or eight households in the whole village.

For generations, the villagers have lived on the water of this pond.

The water became so muddy that the villagers were in trouble.

But I can only carry water and wash with pulp.

Yang Ruoqing planned to go home and wash with well water in the backyard.

At a glance, on the opposite side of the pond, Aunt Wang Cuilian came over with a bucket and slid over step by step.

Look at this, I also came to wash the pulp.

Yang Ruoqing put down the things in her hand and hurriedly walked towards Wang Cuilian.

"Auntie, the more you wash this laundry, the dirtier it gets, come, go to my house, let's get well water to wash it." Yang Ruoqing said.

In this way, she took Wang Cuilian back to the backyard.

Sun made tea and came over to help Wang Cuilian wash it together.