A daughter is her parents' little cotton-padded jacket.

Yang Ruqing knew that during the half day she was gone, her paralyzed father, Yang Huazhong, must have been thinking of her.

Then, without further delay, he turned around and went straight into Yang Huazhong's house.

"Dad, someone's come to my house!"

Inside the room, the man was half-sitting on the bed, but he kept craning his neck to look outside.

When the girl, looking quite angry, walked into the room, the man's heart, which had been burdened for half a day, finally landed on the ground.

"Qing'er, good to have you back. I went to the town today, everything went smoothly, right? No one bullied you, did they?" Yang Huazhong asked repeatedly.

Yang Ruqing pursed her lips and shook her head, "Father, just rest assured, anyone who could bully me hasn't even been born yet!"

Yang Huazhong was surprised for a moment, then immediately smiled with relief and nodded. "That's good, that's good!"

"Uncle Three!"

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A voice came from the doorway, and immediately a tall figure bent down and entered the room.

The rather cramped room felt even more confined with the arrival of guests.

Yang Ruqing turned her head and saw that Luo Fengtang had entered.

She hurriedly turned her head to Yang Huazhong, who was sitting on the bed, and said: "Dad, today I'm going to town with Tang YaZi to sell tofu! Look at his physique, his fists, who would dare to bully me? That would be blind!"

Yang Huazhong had also seen Luofeng Tang walking towards his bed. The man propped up the bed frame and sat straight, smiling warmly at Luofeng Tang.

“Tang Ya Zi, you must be tired from your journey? Come sit for a while.” Yang Huazhong gestured to the stool beside him and beckoned Luofeng Tang.

And then he ordered Yang Ruqing, "Ruqing, pour a bowl of tea for Tang Ya zi."

"Eh!" Yang Ruqing responded, turning to go pour, when she was stopped by Luo Fengtang's voice.

“Qing’er, don't give up. I need to say hello to Third Uncle and head home.” Luo Fengtang said.

"Fine, suit yourself!" Yang Ruqing said, pouring herself a bowl and standing by the table, tilting her head back to gulp it down.

Here, in front of the bed, Yang Huazhong is questioning Luofeng Tang about what happened when they went to town today.

Luo Fengtang wore a shy yet respectful smile, listening intently and answering carefully.

Yang Huazhong nodded repeatedly in satisfaction.

"Come on, young man, don't waste any more time. Hurry home and don't keep your uncle waiting! When you have some free time, come back and chat with your Uncle Three again!"

Yang Huazhong said with a bit of reluctance.

Luo Fengtang nodded. "Well, then Uncle Three, you rest well. I'll come see you again!"

"Good!" said Yang Huazhong.

Luofeng Tang turned his head and glanced at Yang Ruqing's side, "Ruqing, I'll go first."

Yang Ruqing put down the teacup in her hand, raised her hand to wipe the water stains from the corner of her mouth, "Okay, then you go!"

As soon as Luofengtang left, Sun followed closely behind and entered the room.

"Qing'er, why don't you go send him off?" Mrs. Sun asked as soon as she entered the room.

Yang Ruqing had just sat down on the stool when she was stunned by his words.

"What should I get?" she asked.

“Here comes the little one, Tang!” said Lady Sun.

Yang Ruqing laughed dumbly. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

"My god, he's not a little kid who doesn't know the way home. Do we really need to send him back? That's hilarious!"

“You, my dear daughter, what's so funny? Someone went out of their way to bring you such a heavy barrel of wood and soybeans...”

"Mom, Tang Ya Zi isn't an outsider, there's no need for all that formality!" Yang Ru Qing said with a pout.

Not an outsider?

Sun and Yang Huazhong both heard this.

They looked at each other, and their eyes lit up.

"This... how should I put it?" Mrs. Sun forcefully pressed down on her excitement, tentatively asking.

Let me know if you have other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Yang Ruqing then told her parents about buying tofu today in just a few words.

He also took out the contract he had signed with Chef Zhou.

Originally, I wanted to hand it over to Mrs. Sun, but remembering that she was illiterate, I gave the contract to Yang Huazhong instead.

It is said that Old Yang used to work in the county town before. Later, something happened, so he moved back to Changping Village, his hometown.

Because Old Yang had seen the world outside, he knew some characters. Although his sons and grandsons at home were simple farmers, they had at least learned a few characters from their father.

Yang Huazhong held the contract and stared at it for a long time. His facial muscles twitched violently, showing signs of excitement!

Sun Shi walked over and asked, "Master Qing'er's father, what does this contract say? Is it valid?"

Yang Huazhong tapped the contract lightly with his finger joint and then folded it up, handing it to Yang Ruqing.

“Qinger’s mother, it’s true! The restaurant regularly buys our tofu. From now on, we have another source of income!” Yang Huazhong said.

"Really? That's wonderful! May Buddha bless us!" Mrs. Sun was also excited, her eyes and eyebrows sparkling with hope.

Here, Yang Ruqing looked at her parents' happy expressions, and the corners of her lips curled up.

"I told Tang Ya Zi that from now on, we'll team up to make tofu and earn money. We'll do the making, and he'll help us sell it in town. From now on, we'll be like ants on a string – we can't live without each other! It's not just business; we're family."

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ?

Sun Shi and Yang Huazhong suppressed their excitement, the couple exchanging a secret glance.

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Although, this "own person", is not the one they had in mind.

You can't eat hot tofu if you're in a hurry.

As long as the two children have the chance to get together and are willing to, then there's hope for things to work out!

The two of them tacitly agreed not to pursue the matter further and began making preparations for a trip to the mountains to burn incense.

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

Because Yang Huazhong couldn't walk well, in the afternoon when going up the mountain, he had to be led by Sun Shi, taking Yang Ruqing and her younger brother with them.

Old Sun is a relative and an outsider from another village. Today he's going to burn incense for Old Yang's ancestors, so it wouldn't be appropriate for him to go.

Thus, inside the house, Mrs. Sun began to prepare incense and paper offerings.

There, Yang Ruqing seized the opportunity and planned to go back to the room to wash her face and comb her hair.

Walking out of the house, I saw Xiao An, who had finished eating his meat buns, sitting on the ground in the yard.

He was having a grand time playing with his army of ants, wielding a small twig in his hand.

With a furrowed brow, tilting his head and completely absorbed in thought, he muttered to himself.

Yang Ruqing couldn't help but become interested, walked over and squatted beside him, looking at the lines and boxes he had drawn on the ground with a stick, which she didn't understand.

"Xiaonian, what are you playing with ants?"

“Let’s go to war!”

"What?" Yang Ruqing was surprised.

Xia An kept her head down, tapping the ground with a branch in her hand. She pointed out the deep and shallow scratches to Yang Ruqing, saying: “I divided them into different camps and let them fight each other. Look, these are the commanders on both sides, and those at the front are the vanguard. They're fighting fiercely.”

Pioneer?

Yang Ruqing also widened her eyes to look at the ground. The ants that Xiao An was chasing back and forth with a twig had their eyes almost bulging out of their heads.

I really can't see it!

“Well, the battle is really intense, our little An is amazing!”

“By the way, where's your brother? Where did he go?” Yang Ruqing asked again.

Since I saw Dahan run away at the alley entrance, I haven't seen him since.

(Double update later!!)

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