He was covered in blood, unable to tell whose it was - the bandits' or his own.

Though one person, he has the courage of ten thousand men.

In the end, the bandits were routed and fled back to their Blackwind Fort.

Luo Fengtang finally stopped, his steel knife plunged into the ground, breathing heavily.

Ning Su followed, his head and face covered in blood, but he was excitedly grinning.

“Wind Tang brother, you’re truly amazing. After years in the military, only today's battle with you has made me feel so exhilarated!”

The other soldiers on the side also looked at Luofeng Tang with admiration.

>The strong rule!

General Zhu was also shocked, surprised, but more than that, he felt remorse and unwillingness.

Hmph, this time the spotlight was stolen by that country bumpkin hunter!

Here, Luofeng Tang’s gaze swept over the wounded soldiers on the ground.

"This place is not safe for long, let's get our brothers out of here first and then talk!"

He said, throwing the sword to a soldier at the edge, crouching down to lift a wounded man from the ground onto his back, and strode away.

“Qinger, let's see, it's been almost seven or eight days since Tang Yazi and Brother Ning left, right?”

At the pond's edge, Xiaoyu and Yang Ruqing were washing clothes together when Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Ruqing thought about it for a moment and nodded.

“It’s been exactly eight days. No matter the outcome, it's time to return.” she said.

Tomorrow is March 3rd.

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According to the local custom, she left some wild garlic and prepared to make wild garlic cakes.

On the third day of March, Ta'an's school would have a holiday.

Let students go out for spring outings and celebrate festivals.

Just you, Ah-zi.

"Qing'er, are you thinking of Tang Ya Zi?"

Xiao Yu then asked again.

Yang Ruqing came back to her senses and felt a little embarrassed.

But still nodded lightly, honestly said: "It is a bit."

Xiaoyu covered her mouth and giggled.

Yang Ruqing glared at her: "What, are you only focused on making fun of me? I don't believe you don't have someone you miss!"

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Xiaoyu's face turned red: "Who is it, who is it? Tell me."

“Ning Su, Ningge!” Yang Ruqing said.

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That day, Xiaoyu was bullied by Chen Hu. Fortunately, Ning Su arrived in time and saved her from his clutches.

If it wasn't for that coincidence, Xiaoyu could say she was ruined by Chen Hu.

This also indicates that Ning Su and Xiao Yu have a certain cause-and-effect relationship.

Yang Ruqing's words seemed to strike a nerve with Xiaoyu. Her face flushed instantly.

“I don't have anything with Brother Ning, Qing’er, don't talk nonsense.” she said.

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Yang Ruqing smiled.

“Do you have anything, since what I say doesn't count and what you say doesn't count, only Heaven counts.” she said.

Xiaoyu felt Yang Ruqing's words were reasonable, but she still put on a brave face.

"Ning Ge's family is from Fucheng, a wealthy household."

“I’m just a country girl, I can’t even read half a character. Heaven wouldn’t put me and him together.” Xiaoyu said.

Mingming said it very casually and seemed relieved.

But the fleeting disappointment in his eyes did not escape Yang Ruohua's notice.

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She patted Xiaoyu's shoulder. "It's really fate. Nothing can stop it if it's meant to be, and even if you see each other often, you won't end up together if it's not."

>Just let things take their course.

The foundation has almost been dug, and next we will build the pigpen in the backyard so that the two elders of the big family can come over and raise pigs sooner.

After washing the clothes, she returned home to find Sun already preparing lunch.

The wild garlic was washed clean and arranged neatly in bundles in a winnowing basket.

The dried tofu was cut into small granules and placed in a large bowl for later use.

The bamboo shoots dug up last time were scalded with boiling water to remove the sour and bitter taste.

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Then cut them into tiny granules and mix them with dried tofu.

When Yang Ruqing had finished drying the clothes and entered the kitchen, Sun was just chopping meat.

The meat is cured ham, not fresh pork belly.

Because they all said that on March 3rd, the taste of rice cakes with cured meat and wild garlic is very good.

“Qing’er, you’re back just in time, come take a look at this rice flour, is there enough?”

Mrs. Sun greeted him.

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"Our own people, plus five or six craftsmen, is more than enough." Yang Ruqing said.

Mrs. Sun nodded: "That's good!"

I wonder if your uncle and aunt are back today. Suyun likes to eat wild garlic cakes, she even mentioned it to me last time they were here. Sun shi said this while kneading the dough.

Yang Ruqing said, "It's past this hour and he still hasn't come back. He probably won't be coming back."

Sun said, "It's nothing. I'll keep a few, and you can take them to town tomorrow and give them to her."

"Well then!" Yang Ruqing said.

“As for Tang YaZi, I don’t know where he went with Ning Su. It’s been seven or eight days since he left and hasn’t returned. I’m worried something might have happened to him,” Mrs. Sun said anxiously.

Yang Ruqing was peeling garlic cloves when she heard this, her hand shaking inexplicably.

He immediately said, "Mother, don't worry, he will be fine. He will be back once the matter is done."

Because he promised me before he left.

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He/She will surely return safe and sound.

His promise, he is sure he can do it!

If so, if after a few more days he still doesn't return.

She's going to go get him back!

Wild garlic daddy made two kinds.

One is crescent-shaped, similar to a large dumpling, with fillings inside.

There's also one where you chop wild garlic finely and mix it directly with rice flour.

Roll into a ball, then flatten it in your palm.

A large pot of water is boiling, and a bamboo steamer sits on top of the surface.

Like steamed buns, the two types of wild garlic cakes are arranged in several circles around the steamer basket.

As lunchtime approached, the first batch of wild garlic dumplings was ready.

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The aroma of cured pork and wild garlic achieves a kind of harmony under high heat.

The refreshing scent of bamboo shoots is the best golden harmony, giving rise to a unique aroma.

Dà'ān Dàjié and Xiǎo'ān were all tempted by the aroma, jumping up and down. The three little heads huddled around the pot, swallowing their saliva.

Yang Ruqing was amused, she just went to get wild garlic cakes for them when she was stopped by Sun shi.

"The first thing to do is to show respect to the Kitchen God."

Sun said.

Taking a clean bowl, he put one serving of wild garlic dumplings in each. Then he placed both hands inside the stove's inner surface, right next to the painting of the Stove God.

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“This freshly made rice cake is offered to the Kitchen God for a taste. I ask the Kitchen God to bless our family with good weather and harvests, and ensure that everyone, both adults and children, are safe and sound in their comings and goings...”

Mrs. Sun kept muttering to herself.

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Here, Sister Yang Ruoheng and her three siblings were all huddled there, smiling mischievously.

To eat two lumps of poop, you have to do so many things. For the Stove King, this is a losing deal!

Of course, these mutterings Yang Ruqing only dared to whisper in her heart.

Soon, Mrs. Sun returned, carrying two large bowls, filled with two bowls of wild garlic porridge.

Here's a bowl for Da'an. "Come on, you three, go eat in the next room. Be careful not to burn your mouths."

The three boys huddled together, each with a bowl of wild garlic rice cakes in hand, as they exited the kitchen.

Mrs. Sun then passed another bowl to Yang Ruqing.

“Qing’er, watch the fire at the stove for me. I'll take this bowl to your grandmother.” Sun said.

Yang Ruqing nodded.

After a short while, Sun's wife came back with an empty bowl.

>He went to lift the lid again and served himself another bowl.

Yang Ruqing was surprised: "Mother, where are you pretending to send this?"