They couldn't have just come over and stayed at Old Luó's house without a reason. They must have some purpose.

Then wait!

Over the next few days, Luò Dà'ē completely treated herself as the mistress of the Luò family.

Cooking, washing clothes, going to the village pond to wash vegetables, chatting with the village women, I wonder how well we know each other.

Zhou Wang, on the other hand, followed Lu Tiejiang and helped take care of the fish pond.

Zhou Xia stayed at home all day, never leaving the courtyard of the Lao Luo family's house. Inside, she was quiet and composed.

Either read books, or do needlework, or don't go out visiting.

Even Luo Dade'er didn't come to Yang Ruqing's place, let alone beg for anything.

“Strange, your aunt and her family seem to be acting out of character this trip!”

When it was time for bed that night, Yang Ruohua couldn't help but whisper to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang smiled and looked up at her, "A fox will always show its tail. Since you plan to wait, don't be impatient."

Yang Ruqing nodded. "That makes sense."

"Your aunt and her group have been making your uncle go round in circles. They're like crows taking over a magpie's nest! I just feel like they're planning something big..."

Luo Fengtang suddenly stood up and came behind her, hugging her from behind.

"Qing'er!"

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He whispered her name in her ear.

"What's up?" she asked.

“I’m leaving with the caravan to transport goods to Huaguang County tomorrow. I’ll be gone for three or five days.” he said.

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"Well, I know, what's up?" she asked again.

He said, “Right now, let’s not talk about other people's business. Let’s do our own things, okay?”

"What's up?" she didn't understand at first.

He chuckled softly, his arms tightening gradually around her, pulling her closer so she could feel the intensity of his emotions.

She still had a lot of things she wanted to say, but a hard resistance came from behind her.

A bunch of nonsense, all swallowed back down.

She lowered her eyes, biting her lip a little sheepishly.

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Is this the default then?

He lifted the corner of his lips, and began to express his love for her through his actions.

A man, likes a woman.

No need for too much flowery language or inner monologue.

To marry her, to cherish her, to have children with her, and to shoulder the responsibilities of a family together.

One quilt, two pillows, countless torn sheets, but still feels unsatisfied.

This is love!

A moment in the spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. In the deep autumn night, the candlelight in the room was hazy.

The silk quilt on the bed was tossed and turned.

The next morning, Luo Fengtang and his team set off with a convoy of carts to transport mountain goods to Huiguang County.

Wang Cuilian is ill.

“Qing’er, don’t worry. I’m fine. Perhaps I drank a bowl of cold tea last night and caught a chill. I’ll be better in a couple of days.”

In the room, Wang Cuilian spoke in a weak voice to Sun, who was beside her with a worried expression.

Sun Shi also had a face full of worry, looking at Wang Cuilian.

"Sister-in-law, you must take good care of your health. Since you've fallen ill, the weather has been getting colder day by day. You mustn't touch those cold things," Sun reminded her.

Wang Cuilian smiled and nodded, then after the smile faded, her face fell once more.

Sun shi clearly understood Wang Cuilian's current situation and guessed that half of this illness was brought on by anger.

Mrs. Sun sat there, not knowing what to say, and sighed silently.

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Yang Ruqing entered with a bowl of medicine.

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“Grandma, have your medicine,” she said.

Mrs. Sun immediately came over and helped Wang Cuilian sit up.

After drinking the medicine, Yang Ruqing took the bowl from Wang Cuilian and said, "Auntie, Fu Bo said you need to rest well. Don't get out of bed for the next two days. I'll bring the urinal and other things to your room. When it's time to clean up, I'll come back."

Wang Cuilian looked at Yang Ruohua with a grateful face: "Ruohua, thank you..."

Yang Ruqing curled her lips: "Mom, you are my mother! Taking care of you is only natural!"

Wang Cuilian said, “I'm worried that I won't be your grandmother for much longer. Your uncle...”

Luo Tiejiang has not been here for three days, and Wang Cuilian, though still angry, has not returned to her old house.

The two of them hadn't seen each other for three days.

Yang Ruqing said, "Auntie, don't think too much. My uncle isn't the kind of person who starts a relationship and then abandons it. He's probably just busy with other things these days."

"Even if you hadn't married my uncle, just because of how you helped young Tang back then, secretly taking care of him in the snow, I taking care of you would be only right!" she said.

Upon hearing this, Wang Cuilian's eyes turned red.

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...and naturally, it also needs more care and tolerance.

"Auntie, you should rest well. Uncle Fu said that you can only eat a little porridge today, and I'll go to the kitchen to cook it." Yang Ruqing said.

Mrs. Sun also stood up: "Sister-in-law, you should rest well. I'll come back to see you later."

Out of the house, Mrs. Sun caught up with Yang Ruqing.

“I heard that these days your uncle has been accompanying your aunt and Zhou Wang to the back mountain to pick mushrooms every day.”

Picking mushrooms?

Yang Ruqing raised an eyebrow, instantly realizing.

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Every March, in this season, after a few showers, wild mushrooms on the slopes of Mianniu Mountain will emerge, proudly and cutely growing.

Some wild mushrooms are poisonous and cannot be eaten.

While some wild mushrooms are considered delicacies on the tables of farmers' households.

Wild mushrooms are full of nutrients. Children eat them to grow strong, the elderly eat them for health maintenance, and lactating mothers use them to increase breast milk production. They are all good things.

Moreover, it costs nothing. All you need is the energy and patience.

“My uncle and his siblings are really idle, aren't they? Oh, poor mother, she’s holding a grudge by herself and even got sick from it.” Yang Ruqing said.

Sun sighed, "It looks like your uncle has really been swayed by your elder aunt this time."

"Look, it's been three days since I've come here to see you, my dear,"

“If it really doesn’t work, we can just try to persuade your mother-in-law to relent, after all, you have to keep living together!” said Mrs. Sun.

Yang Ruqing said, "With a daughter-in-law like Luò Dà'é, if Big Ma doesn't stand her ground this time, in the future, if those sisters-in-law come again, Big Ma will be just a typical servant with no agency at all."

“I won’t advise the older woman, she probably doesn’t want to back down now. At this point, it’s all about patience and seeing who can outlast the other.”

Though it's said that way, Yang Ruqing still let Granny Sun leak some information to Lu Tiejiang privately.

As Lao Luo was cooking dinner, the courtyard of his old home was filled with the cheerful sounds of sizzling food coming from the kitchen.

The wild mountain mushrooms, cleaned and sliced thinly, were stir-fried with pork belly in a pan. Luo Da'e skillfully controlled the stove in Luo Tiejiang's kitchen, adding oil and salt without any hesitation.

The kitchen was thick with the smell of cooking oil. On the wall and floor outside the kitchen, Lao Tie, the blacksmith, sat on a small stool woven from bamboo, a dry pipe clamped in his mouth.

... is also swallowing clouds and mist.