"These wormwoods and calamus, three."

"Our family, your Ga Po's family, and Lao Luo's family."

"Qing'er, have you eaten enough?"

"I'm full."

"Then you can send your share of Uncle Luo's family over," Sun said.

"By the way, tell you Uncle Luo, this is the holiday, Tang Yanzi can't come back from the barracks."

"Please come to our house for dinner at noon, and let's celebrate the festival together!"

Yang Ruoqing held a bundle of iris and wormwood, hurried into the village, and walked quickly towards the old Luo's house.

Every festive season.

Last night, she dreamed of Tang Lingzi.

I dreamed that he was back, and I was so happy in my dream.

I just stretched out my hand to take his hand, but I was empty, and I woke up, and I barely fell asleep in the back.

He has been gone for more than two months, during which time he has sent two letters back to report his safety.

This Dragon Boat Festival, I don't know if I have time to come back?

It's just that if you don't come back, you must be busy with military affairs and can't get away.

There will always be moments of reunion.

smoothed out her mood, and Yang Ruoqing's pace became brisk.

This is the Dragon Boat Festival, Uncle Luo is alone at home, and he must be lonely.

Whatever happens later, I will invite him over and celebrate the festival together.

Soon, she entered the courtyard of the old Luo family.

There was no one in the courtyard, the door of the hall was open, but there was a sound of talking in the stove.

deliberately suppressed it, there are men and women.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised, she hadn't found any women patronizing the old Luo family before.

What's going on?

She took the calamus in her arms and walked lightly to the back of the stove.

There was a small window with sticks of wood standing on it.

She pressed her eyes to it......

In the stove room, which is not very well lit, two figures stand by the pot.

One is naturally the blacksmith Luo, and the other is ......

It turned out to be the widow of Wang Cuilian in the south of the village!

Yang Ruoqing was secretly surprised.

The moment she heard the woman's voice just now, she subconsciously thought of Ma in her mind.

How could she be a widow?

Speaking of this widow Wang, Mo said that in Changping Village, even in the ten miles and eight villages on the side, almost no one knows her.

She was brought back by a man named He Lao Liu in Changping Village, who spent a tael of silver from someone outside.

He Laoliu's family is poor, and he heard that his mother died when he was born, and his father died when he was two years old.

I grew up eating 100 family meals.

He Lao and the six are not bad, I heard that they had a good relationship with Luo Blacksmith in the past, and they also worked together when they were young.

This Wang Cuilian is ten years younger than He Lao Liu.

After following He Laoliu, he gave birth to a big fat son named Maomao when he entered the door.

The two of them took care of the crops together, wore the stars and the moon, and supported the days.

But at this moment, He Lao Liu suddenly contracted a wind chill.

In this era, if the wind cold is not treated properly, it will kill people.

He Laoliu was sick intermittently, survived the winter, and ushered in the spring flowers.

The weather was warmer, and He Laoliu's illness improved.

That day I went out to dig a trench for the whole day, and when I came back, it was so hot.

After drinking half a bowl of cold tea, I was touched.

I had a fever all night, and when it was daylight the next day, there was no one......

He Lao Liu has no brothers and sisters, and since then, Wang Cuilian has been pulling the two-year-old Mao Mao to live in a woman's family.

I finally pulled Mao Mao to the age of four.

That winter, she went to the mountains to gather firewood and bring Maomao to the side.

She gathered her loose hair, let Mao Mao sit on a big rock and play with a rattle, and glanced at Mao Mao after a while.

I heard that it was a soak of urine, so she left.

By the time she lifted her pants and stood up, where were the children on the big rock?

She panicked and chased after her, only to see a wolf's back flashing over there.

When the matter reached the village, Li Zheng was still young at that time, and immediately took the young man in the village to go up the mountain with a firewood knife to find it.

It was found in the second half of the night, and when it was found, the child was left with only a bloody shoe.

Wang Cuilian fainted immediately, and was carried down the mountain by the villagers.

When she returned to the village, she fell ill, and after being sick for more than a month, everyone thought she was going to die.

In the end, he came back to life, and the whole person instantly aged ten years old.

Since then, Wang Cuilian's whole person seems to have been drained of her soul.

I didn't see her laughing with the villagers anymore, and she was like a walking corpse.

"It's strange, Widow Wang doesn't deal with people, why did she come to Uncle Luo?"

Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised, and looked into the stove room again.

In the stove room, Wang Cuilian was holding a bowl in her hand, pushing and shoving with Blacksmith Luo.

"Brother Luo, what are you polite to me?"

"Isn't it just a bowl of mung bean cake? I did it myself, this big holiday, you can take it! Wang Cuilian said.

Luo Blacksmith said: "Sister Cuilian, your family is tight, how can I ask for your mung bean cake?"

Wang Cuilian said: "Brother Luo, no matter how poor my family is, these mung bean cakes can still be taken out."

"Besides, over the years, compared to your care for me, what are these mung bean cakes?"

Blacksmith Luo was still there refusing, and it seemed that he really couldn't bear to accept it.

Wang Cuilian's voice was a little anxious.

"Brother Luo, if you do this again, you will look down on me Wang Cuilian."

"Sister Cuilian, I—I didn't mean that......"

"That's not what you mean, then you can take it!"

"I'm a widow, and I can't delay too long in you, others are gossiping."

Wang Cuilian put the mung bean cake on the pot with the bowl, turned around and ran out of the stove.

The blacksmith wanted to chase after him, but he stopped at the door of the stove room.

……

"Uncle Luo, are you at home?"

Yang Ruoqing's voice sounded at the gate of the courtyard.

"Yes, yes!"

The voice of the blacksmith came from the stove room, and the people came into the courtyard.

"Qing'er, why are you here? What's the matter? ”

Blacksmith Luo asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "Uncle Luo, my mother sent me to send you calamus and wormwood."

Blacksmith Luo smiled and came over to take the things in her hand: "Your mother has a heart, I am about to cut it, it really saves me a lot of trouble."

Yang Ruoqing said again: "My father and mother also asked me to say hello to your uncle, and go to my house for lunch at noon."

"Okay, okay, it's going to pass!"

……

Yang Ruoqing ran home in one go, and Sun and Yang Huazhong were slaughtering fish by the well in the backyard.

"Qing'er, why are you smiling? What's going on? Sun asked with a smile.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Nothing, nothing." ”

Sun said: "There must be something, tell my mother quickly."

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while and asked Sun: "Mother, how is the widow of Wang Cuilian in the south of our village?"

Sun was stunned, "Why did you suddenly ask her?" ”

Yang Ruoqing knew that her father and mother were not the kind of long tongues that caught the wind and shadows.

So, she told them what she had seen in the blacksmith's stove.

After hearing this, not only was Sun surprised, but Yang Huazhong, who was squatting there scraping fish scales, also raised his head in surprise.

Sun looked at Yang Huazhong: "That widow Wang, who has not dealt with anyone in the village all these years, why is she still so close to Brother Luo?"

Yang Huazhong said: "In the past, when He Lao Liu was here, the two families had a good relationship."

"The money for the coffin buried by He Lao Liu was given by Brother Luo."