Tan scoffed: "We should follow the rules, but we can't be extravagant and wasteful either! This money wasn't blown in by the wind!"

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“I was swindled out of one hundred and fifty coins by that dead weight, Shi Panya! That black-hearted little wretch...”

Then, Tan began to curse Yang Ruoqing again.

Old Yang was getting annoyed.

With a stroke of his pen, Tan dismissed the topic: "We're discussing happy events here. Calm down!"

Tan unwillingly shut her mouth and sat on the side, leaning against it.

Lao Yang then discussed with his sons the matter of visiting their in-laws in the next few days.

Yang Huai'an stayed home to help Tan Shi draft a list of gifts, while Yang Huaming was responsible for purchasing them.

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As for Yang Huazhou, he was sent to the back mountain to chop down a few big trees to make a wedding bed and chairs.

Over the next few days, everyone in Lao Yang's family was busy preparing for the arrival of the fifth wife.

Make arrangements, clean the house and yard, notify all relatives and friends.

Over on the Yang Ruoqing side of the family, everyone was busy as well.

While the sun was shining, I washed everything that needed washing and dried everything that needed drying. Both the front and back of the house were full of things to dry in the sun.

"Mother, I'm going out for a bit. I'll be back before lunchtime."

Yang Ruqing helped the Sun family hang up the quilt, which was patched up, and said.

Mrs. Sun asked, "Qinger, where are you going?"

"I want to go to Tang YaZi's house. It's a nice day today, so I can help him and his uncle wash the bedsheets." Yang Ruqing said.

"Alright then, go on. Remember to bring the soapnut powder and the stick." Mrs. Sun reminded.

"Well, they're all in this basket!"

Just as she rounded the corner at her doorstep, Yang Ruqing saw a carriage slowly enter the village from the pond by the village entrance.

There aren't many households with cows in the village. It's already a good thing if you can take a ride on a oxcart to town.

As for taking a carriage, that was even more of a luxurious gesture.

Yang Ruqing walked, glancing at the carriage all the way. The other villagers she met along the way were also looking in that direction.

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Only to see the carriage stop at a fork in the road at the village entrance. The curtains of the carriage were drawn back, and a young man in azure-blue straight robes jumped out from inside.

Mu Ziquan?

Yang Ruqing narrowed her eyes.

Didn't this kid say last time he was leaving that he would be back home after the New Year?

Wow, you're back so quickly!

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Mrs. Liu held a bag in her hand, the color of azure with white floral patterns. The bag bulged with something inside.

Mu Zichuan took the bag from her and supported her.

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Under the watchful eyes of villagers from all directions, he paid the fare and helped his mother walk toward their home.

The young man was thin and slender, but his spine was straight.

Walking straight ahead with unwavering focus, his handsome profile gave off an air of aloof indifference.

Yang Ruqing glanced at him from afar, then retracted her gaze and hurried toward Lao Luo's place.

When Yang Ruqing walked into Lao Luo's courtyard, she couldn't help but smile at the sight before her.

On the low, mud-brick walls of the courtyard, tattered blankets were haphazardly piled.

The yellowed cotton batting clumped together, spilling out from the hole in the quilt cover.

In the courtyard stood a large wooden basin used for bathing. Inside, a sheet of indeterminate color was soaking in an ash solution.

The water was dark and thick, even chopsticks could be stuck in it.

“Hey, where did the person who washed this go?”

She looked around the courtyard but didn't see Luo Tiejiang or Luo Fengtang.

So he shouted out loudly.

“Hello!”

Luofeng Tang stood by the window of the west room and waved to her. Then, he dashed out of the house and into the courtyard.

"Qing'er, why are you free to come over today?"

He asked with a smile, his forehead still beaded with fine sweat.

Her sleeves were rolled up to her shoulders, revealing strong and powerful arms.

Wheat-colored skin, under the sun's rays, glistens with a healthy and wild glow.

"It's a nice day today, so I'm here to supervise you drying your laundry!"

Yang Ruqing smiled and glanced at the quilt drying nearby, nodding in satisfaction: "Well done, it deserves praise!"

Awards?

Hearing this word, Luofeng Tang couldn't help but think back to the special "reward" she had given him last time.

His cheeks flushed slightly, and his throat moved.

Looking at her, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes.

Unfortunately, Yang Ruqing's attention was focused on the ball of bedding in the pot at her feet, and she didn't notice anything in his eyes.

"Hey, how long has your sheet been soaking?" she asked him, gently tapping the wooden basin with her foot.

He suppressed the slight disappointment in his heart and thought to himself, "I'll take it out and steep it this morning."

Did you already make a cup of tea this morning?

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Yang Ruoqing calculated according to his usual wake-up time, and her eyebrows were raised.

"It's been almost two hours already, hurry up and take it out, or it'll rot!"

"Huh?"

Luo Fengtang was also in a hurry. There were only two quilts in the house, he slept on one, and his uncle slept on the other.

If it gets soaked, you can't sleep on it.

He hurriedly crouched down to retrieve the sheet, a pair of big hands twisting it, black water dripping drop by drop all over his feet and the ground.

He twisted it, inwardly sighing with relief.

Fortunately, I was wearing sandals today. If I had been wearing the cloth shoes that Qing'er gave me, they would have gotten dirty and it would be a pity!

Here, Yang Ruoqing looked at his flustered appearance and shook her head secretly.

This kid, his hands are good with a sword and staff. But when it comes to these things, he's all thumbs.

"I'm here to help you!"

She said, putting down the basket she was carrying and rolling up her sleeves to take the other end of the sheet from his hands.

"Tang Ya Zi, I pull this end, you pull that end, we both twist in opposite directions."

"Hmm!"

Two people twisted together, like braiding a hemp rope, and the black water inside the sheet gushed down.

Estimating that she had wrung it out enough, Yang Ruqing took the end he was holding, folded it once, and put it into the basket she had brought.

There is also a quilt imitating it.

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“This bedsheet can’t be cleaned properly in the basin at home, it has to be taken to the pond for that,” Yang Ruqing said.

Luo Fengtang's face showed a trace of displeasure.

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He grinned and said, "It's no big deal. I'll just wash it a few more times."

Yang Ruqing caught the fleeting displeasure on his face.

She immediately understood.

These days, typical gender roles are still prevalent with men holding dominance over women.

Men don't cook or do laundry.

By the pond at the village entrance, all doing laundry were women.

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When washing the clothes, there was a cacophony of chirping.

One family is long, the other short, they are all just talking nonsense.

In the village, there are many bachelors like Lao Tiejiang. Most of them just do their laundry at home carelessly.

"Alright, I'll take these two bed sheets to the pond to wash them."

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Yang Ruqing said, and immediately slung up her bamboo basket.

Luofengtang was taken aback and immediately stopped her, saying, "Qing'er, how could I let you wash? If anyone has to wash, it should be me!"

As he spoke, he was about to snatch the bamboo basket from her hands.

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Yang Ruoqing smirked: "Women gather by the pond at the village entrance, and they talk about everything under the sun. Aren't you afraid?"

Luò Fēng Táng blushed, obviously a little afraid.

Yang Ruqing laughed out loud and patted his hand away from the bamboo basket.

"I'll be done washing in a bit. You pour that black water as far away as possible, and sweep the yard afterwards. I'll be back once I'm finished washing!"