Yang Huamei's gaze shifted to Luofeng Tang.

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Instead of the fierce expression she had when facing Yang Ruqing just now, she suddenly became gentle and bashful.

She twirled a strand of hair that had fallen to her chest between her fingers, shyly glancing at Luofeng Tang.

"Tang Yazi, don't speak for her. That dead girl is lazy and spoils everything."

"If it were me, I wouldn't let you go through so much trouble..."

Luofeng Tang furrowed her brow and said in a deep voice, "I'm not tired. Even if I am, I'm willing."

"Would you please move aside, Sister-in-law Yang? You're blocking the alleyway and I'm getting tired."

"What?"

Yang Huamei thought she had heard wrong. Her eyes, squeezed into slits by the fat, strained to widen.

"Tang Ya Zi, I'm really worried about you. Are you still talking to that fat girl?"

"Yang's niece, her name is Qinger!" Luofeng Tang corrected Yang Huamei with a serious face.

Yang Huamei was so angry that tears welled up in her eyes.

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"Then I won't be called Yang's younger sister-in-law, I have a name of my own, my name is Meili..."

Luò Fēng Táng was covered in black lines.

Yang Ruqing couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter.

"Ah, Táng Yázi, I think I'd better come down!"

"Qing'er, no…"

Yang Ruqing had already gotten off her unicycle. To keep her balance, she held onto one side with both hands.

"The wooden barrel can be taken down right here." Yang Ruqing added.

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Luo Fengtang nodded. "Alright then."

The two people, ignoring Yang Huamei who was still blocking the alley entrance, began to untie the ropes.

Here, Yang Huamei's eyes were fixed on the two figures' backs, biting her lip tightly, twisting her own hair into a messy braid.

Yang Ruoqing carried two empty wooden buckets over.

"Sister-in-law, are you not going to move?" she asked with a smile.

Yang Huamei still stood there, glaring at Yang Ruqing with resentment, not moving her feet.

"Alright, then let's go in through the main entrance."

　　Yang Ruqing pretended to turn around, when Yang Huamei suddenly cried out.

"That's the front door to my house, you can't come in!"

Yang Huamei's massive body finally made way.

Yang Ruqing twitched the corner of her mouth, greeted Luofeng Tang, and strode into the alley first.

Behind him, Luofeng Tang carried two buckets full of rice and vegetables.

As she passed by Luò Fēng Tǎng, Yáng Huá Méi called out to him again.

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"Tang Ya Zi, you and Pang Ya are ganging up on me! I'll remember this!"

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Having said that, Yang Huamei gritted her teeth and turned to run away.

Leaving Luo Fengtang standing at the mouth of the alley, as big as an ox!

Yang Huazhong's room was packed with men.

Yang Ruqing peered inside. There was Yu Dafu, the village head of Changping Village, Lao Yangtou, her uncle Yang Huainan, Luo the blacksmith, and a thin black-faced stranger.

Yang Ruqing guessed that the thin man must be Li Guizi, the one selling the land.

She went back and came to the kitchen. Mrs. Sun was bending over, taking things out of a wooden tub one by one.

"Where's Tang Ya-zi?" Yang Ruohong asked.

Sun said, "Let's go push the single-wheeled cart."

Yang Ruqing let out an "oh" and rolled up her sleeves, starting to wash and chop vegetables for lunch.

Sun Shi said, "Qing'er, have a cup of tea first to moisten your throat."

"Sure."

Yang Ruoheng sat down at the small table and found two bowls of freshly poured soup on it.

The other bowl should belong to Tang Yazi, so Yang Ruqing picked it up and drank it.

"Qinger, you bought quite a lot of vegetables this time, there's fish, meat, and vegetables."

"Mother, I also made a jar of wine and hid it under the cabbages. Be careful when you take it."

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Sun removed the cabbage and took out a jar of wine, as well as a bulging oiled paper package.

"Qing'er, what is this?" she asked.

"Besides the cooking seasonings, there's also caramelized honey," Yang Ruqing said.

"Don't we already have seasonings at home? Why buy so many?"

Having grown accustomed to frugality, Mrs. Sun asked in bewilderment.

Yang Ruqing put down the empty bowl in her hand, "The brine for making tofu skin!"

Now Sun understood, and bent over to continue tidying up the things in the bucket.

Soon, Luofengtang entered the kitchen as well.

Yang Ruqing said, "Tang Ya'zi, come over and have some tea."

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"Hey!"

Luò Fēng Táng walked over and picked up his bowl of tea, taking a big gulp.

"Your uncle is here, and Li Guaizi and the others are talking in my father's house," Yang Ruqing told him.

Luo Fengtang nodded and put down his bowl: "I'll go say hello to them first and be back later."

Here, Mrs. Sun was taking the chosen vegetables and putting them in a basket, ready to wash them at the well outside.

Yang Ruqing stood up and said, "Mother, I'm going to wash by the pond. I'll also bring that fathead fish back to clean it."

Sun said, "You've traveled dozens of miles, your feet must be blistered. Let mother get you something."

Yang Ruqing flushed with embarrassment.

"Mother, I'm not tired. All the way back, Tang YaZi pushed me in my stroller!" she said.

“Really?” Sun’s eyes lit up, she asked.

Yang Ruqing nodded. Such a thing shouldn't be lied about, should it?

Sun Shi was then very happy.

"Alright, then I'll just cut the pork at home."

Yang Ruqing responded with a sound, carrying her basket and fish just as she reached the kitchen doorway, she encountered Luofeng Tang who had returned.

"You're back so soon? Why not sit there and chat?" Mrs. Sun came over from behind and asked Luo Fengtang with a smile.

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Luo Fengtang smiled sheepishly: “Their elders are just discussing the buying and selling of land with him. Your uncle is drafting the contract, so I came out.”

"That's how it is…" Mrs. Sun nodded.

"Ah-ya, why don't you go sit in Qing'er's room for a bit? If you get tired, just have some hot water for your feet and take a nap. San-ma will call you when the rice is ready!"

Mrs. Sun said with concern on her face.

Luo Fengtang was even more embarrassed now.

To sleep on a young woman's bed when you are a guest in someone else's home is very rude!

"Auntie Three, I'm not tired," he quickly said.

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Yang Ruqing seemed to have figured out what he was thinking and smiled, "My bed, my two brothers usually tumble around on it every day. There's not that much taboo."

“You got up before dawn this morning, walked dozens of miles back and forth without stopping, you should rest for a bit. Go ahead!”

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Upon hearing Yang Ruqing's words, Luofengtang blushed slightly but still shook his head.

"No, really. You don't need to."

He said, his eyes falling on the basket Yang Ruohua was carrying, "I'll help you wash the vegetables."

Yang Ruqing smiled and shook her head, "You just sit in the kitchen for a while and rest your feet, I'll be home soon."

After finishing her words, she shouldered the basket and left the kitchen without looking back.

Here, Luo Fengtang felt a rush and wanted to chase after them.

At this time, Mrs. Sun had already grabbed his arm and pulled him back to the small table.

He was still absent-minded, gazing out the window at the back of the kitchen.

Seeing the girl's figure walk past from the back window and disappear at the side gate of the alley.

Luò Fēng Táng unwillingly withdrew his gaze.