"Since Chuanyun is back, should we go and see it again?" Luofengtang asked.

Yang Ruqing thought about it for a moment, but shook her head.

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"Well, we're already at the village. I don't feel like climbing any more mountains." she said.

"As long as I know it's still alive and can come out to eat roasted chicken and growl at me, I feel reassured."

"Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and there are still some things to do today. Let's go home!" she said.

Luo Fengtang nodded, he agreed to everything she said.

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Yang Ruqing then turned her head once more to glance at the majestic mountains behind her. She took Luo Fengtang's hand, and without looking back, strode into the village.

After noon, Lu Tiejiang drove his carriage back from Zhoujia Village.

"Uncle, how are your brother and his wife doing? Is Little Huan's sister-in-law and her baby doing well?"

Yang Ruqing asked with concern.

The blacksmith said, "They're a good couple."

“The hut is reinforced with thatch all around, so the north wind can’t get in. The roof is also covered with wooden boards and waterproof material, it should hold up until next spring.”

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“Inside the hut, there were pots, bowls and pans, a simple bed was made, and the sheets were dry.”

When I arrived, Zhou Wang was chopping wooden stakes outside the shed, saying he planned to build a half-person-high fence.

"The midday meal was cooked by Xiaohuan in the pigsty. That girl, she cooks pretty well, and she's also very thoughtful. She specially sent Zhou Wang to get two taels of wine and even warmed it up for me."

Speaking of his visit to his nephew and niece-in-law, Luo the blacksmith's face showed a hint of satisfaction.

Yang Ruqing and Luofeng Tang looked at each other, both seeing the same thing in each other's eyes.

Although Luofeng Tang was raised by Lu Tiejiang, that bond is undeniable.

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Throughout his life, the blacksmith Luo's only relatives were his nephews Zhou Wang and Zhou Xia.

From the way he repeatedly tolerated Zhou Xia's actions, one can tell how much this man values familial ties.

It can also be said that men, in fact, are lonely.

Zhou Xia really went too far, leaving Luo Tiejiang no choice but to sever all ties.

Meanwhile, nephew Zhou Wang's switch from darkness to light and his current maturity have rekindled the long-yearned-for kinship in Luo Tiejiang's heart.

So, the man likes to visit his nephew's house often. To be frank, he is lonely.

“Uncle, you’ve traveled so far, aren't you tired?” Yang Ruqing asked with concern.

"The tea is ready. Today, my husband's side sent two packs of dried tobacco from Sunjiagou. They're on the table in the main hall. Why don't you have a few puffs?" Yang Ruqing asked again.

For the filial piety of his niece-in-law, Luo the blacksmith was also full of emotion.

The man nodded. "Good, good!"

Here, Luò Fēng Táng also took the reins of the carriage from Luò Tiě Jiàng’s hands: “I’ll park it in the backyard, Uncle. You go and rest.”

Luo Fengtang had parked his car and Yang Ruqing and Luo Tiejiang entered the main hall together. At this time, Wang Cuilian walked over with a cotton coat from outside.

"Come, change into this cotton coat. Take off this one and I'll wash it for you. We can wear it again when we visit Zhou Wang's place during the New Year." Wang Cuilian said.

The blacksmith, Lu Tiejiang, stood up and was about to change into a cotton-padded jacket when he heard this, and froze.

He looked at Wang Cuilian, then at Yang Ruoqing. The latter was a little taken aback by Wang Cuilian's words, but also a little surprised.

Why?

Because of the matter concerning Zhou Wang's running around, Yang Ruohua, Luo Fengtang, and Wang Cuilian, the core members of these three families, all merely acquiesced to Luo Tiejiang's going back and forth.

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And the three of them didn't want to go to Zhoujia Village at all.

Now, Wang Cuilian is saying this...

"Cuilian, what did you just say?" Luo Tiejiang couldn't help but ask again, hoping for a clearer and more precise answer.

Wang Cuilian smiled, glanced at Yang Ruohua: "Look at your uncle's achievement. It's still up to you, Ruohua, to speak. I tell him later, he won't believe it. You say it, and he'll feel better in his heart."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruqing also laughed and said to Luotiejian, "Uncle, I, Tang Yazi, and Auntie have all discussed it."

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“Next New Year's Day, let's wait for Zhou Wang, your cousin, and his friends to come over and give your uncle a New Year's greeting.”

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"Let's go visit Uncle Zhou Wang together when we get back. Since we're now related, we should keep in touch. We should make an effort, wouldn't you say?" she asked.

When these words reached Luo Tiejiang's ears, they were like heavenly music.

The man was overwhelmed with a mixture of excitement, gratitude, and emotion. Thousands of words choked in his throat, and his eyes welled up.

“Qinger, to have such filial and understanding nephews and nieces as you, I, Luo the blacksmith, am truly...truly blessed by fortune throughout my life!” he said.

Yang Ruqing laughed even more happily now.

“Uncle, you didn't say it all! There's also my aunt!”

She said, then winked playfully at Wang Cuilian beside her.

The blacksmith hurriedly chuckled and changed his words: "Right, right, right. And your mother-in-law too! Being able to marry such a virtuous woman like your mother-in-law is truly a blessing earned in past lives!"

Wang Cuilian's face flushed red, and she chided, "You shameless man! Saying such things in front of the younger generation, I'm embarrassed for you."

The blacksmith Luo was in a good mood, grinning widely: "I'm telling the truth. You were good to me before, why would you disdain an old bachelor like me?"

Wang Cuilian said: "If you say so, then it's fine. You wouldn't mind that I'm a widow."

Yang Ruqing stepped forward and said, "Uncle, Auntie, you two are both doing well. Our whole family is doing well!"

Tomorrow is the New Year's Eve, this year it falls on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.

On the evening of the twenty-eighth day, after Yang Ruqing had finished her dinner early, she entrusted the two children to Luofengtang, asking him to take them back to play in the house.

When the two little guys got tired of playing, I just washed their faces and bodies, then tucked them into bed.

And she herself, then put on an apron and with Wang Cuilian the two went into the kitchen.

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Tonight, this mother-in-law and daughter-in-law still have to process these meatballs twice.

Wang Cuilian sat by the hearth, Yang Ruoqing stood beside the pot holding a spatula.

With the corner of a spatula, pick out a cream-like piece of lard from a jar and throw it into the red-hot iron pan.

White lard melts rapidly into a glistening liquid under high heat.

Then, Yang Ruqing used a colander to separate the meatballs and meat patties, putting them into the pan in batches. She then added a little water to each batch and started to pan-fry them.

The spatula flips them back and forth, ensuring they cook evenly.

The pot made a cheerful sizzling sound, then covered with a lid for a while, and then lifted the lid and stirred.

When the meatballs and meat patties turn a light golden brown, that means they're about seven to eight minutes cooked.

At this time, put them into a clean bamboo basket and hang it on the wooden peg on the wall to dry.

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