Yang Ruqing began to be disappointed in him.

Later, when he publicly wanted to aim high and reach for the stars, it was a slap in the face for her. She wouldn't stop him from making a fortune, but she also had temper.

She is not a stepping stone, nor a refuge.

"Qinger, to say these things about your fourth aunt right in front of her, won't that tear her face too badly?" Mrs. Sun asked with some worry.

Yang Ruqing said, “With someone like Fourth Aunt, you can’t be nice to her. The nicer you are, the more she'll try to take advantage of you.”

“She takes advantage of us and laughs at us in her heart. If we're tough on her, she gets scared. People are just that despicable. Don't believe me? Just watch!” Yang Ruqing said, burying her head and continuing to scrub the dishes.

Sun said: "There's a saying 'Ghosts are afraid of wicked people.' Who knows, you might be right."

“Forget it, forget it. I don't care anymore. Whatever you say goes. You're better at this than me anyway.”

Days passed peacefully like this. After a few autumn rains, the maple leaves on the mountain behind the village began to turn red.

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The crops in the fields have all ripened, and the children's clothes have grown a bit warmer.

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During this time, Luofeng Tang was busy with military affairs and didn't get a chance to come back and visit his family throughout the whole hot summer.

Just in time for the late rice harvest, we were also picking cotton.

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The mountain herbs were also entering harvest season, Yang Ruqing was busy with them every day from dawn till dusk, and she didn't have time to visit the south.

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I can only endure this kind of longing from being separated by two places, but the communication via carrier pigeons has never been broken.

At the end of every busy day, I take a bath at night and sit by the light.

Whenever Yang Ruqing felt a surge of longing, she would take up her pen and paper, weaving her thoughts and feelings into words, then send them to him...

Yang Huaming never returned to Changping Village, and the villagers all tacitly avoided mentioning it.

Hoer's child is back home after the full moon celebration.

Zhou Wang from Zhoujia Village brought a rooster to Lao Tie, the blacksmith, to announce good news. Xiaohuan had given birth, to a son.

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As for Zhou Xia, she still remained in the yard all day long, never leaving the house. She seemed determined to isolate herself from the world.

Every person has their own pace of life, and days go on...

In the blink of an eye, autumn winds are cool, osmanthus flowers fragrant, and the moon is full. The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Yang Ruoheng gave the restaurant two days off.

Extra festive red envelopes and mooncakes were distributed, from the shopkeeper to every single errand boy.

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Of course, the restaurant's resident embroiderer, Ping'er, also had a hand in it.

On the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, guests arrived at Lao Luo's family.

It's Zhou Wang, he came especially to give Lao Tiejiang and his wife the Mid-Autumn Festival gift.

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Sending gifts to one's maternal grandparents for Mid-Autumn Festival, Dragon Boat Festival, and Lunar New Year is both customary and obligatory.

Unless they are so poor that they can't even afford to open their own pot, no matter how little, they will always give some thought to the grandparents on their mother's side.

Here comes Zhou Wang.

She represented her mother, Lu Daye, coming to her maternal grandfather's side to deliver a Mid-Autumn Festival gift.

Wang Cuilian came over to tell Yang Ruqing, and Yang Ruqing immediately followed Wang Cuilian to the old house.

Although my small family and Lao Tiejiang's couple live separately, it also belongs to a separated living model.

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As soon as Yang Ruqing stepped into the courtyard of the Lao Luo family's old house, she saw a carriage parked inside.

Well, look! Uncle Zhou Wang actually came in a horse-drawn carriage.

Isn't this the carriage of Lao Da'e and her daughter? Could it be that Lao Da'e has finally shown mercy and agreed to lend the carriage to her son?

“Qinger, you're here! Come here quickly, your Uncle Zhou Wang is here.”

A call came from the smithy of Luo Tie.

Yang Ruqing withdrew her gaze and quickly entered the main hall.

Luo Tiejiang was sitting at the table with Zhou Wang, a pile of gifts lay on the table. Judging from the outer packaging, they were mooncakes.

Then, sugar, red dates, and two catties of pork belly tied with straw.

This Mid-Autumn Festival gift, in a wealthy household, is certainly not given lightly!

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Yang Ruqing shifted her gaze from the gift to Zhou Wang, smiling as she took the initiative to greet him: "Cousin!"

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Zhou Wang didn't know what was going on, perhaps because this younger sibling was very capable and good at looking after people.

Every time I see Yang Ruqing, I feel a little awkward.

He was originally sitting, listening to Yang Ruohong greet him, and quickly stood up from his seat.

“Little sister Qing'er,” he responded, standing there with his face flushed.

Yang Ruqing looked at Zhou Wang's restrained appearance and thought to herself, "Could I possibly be that intimidating?"

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But I am the gentlest one.

"Brother, are you the only one who came? Why didn't you bring Xiao Huan and the children to play together?" Yang Ruqing smiled and took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Zhou Wang grinned and said, "The child is too young, only a little over two months old. We plan to bring him over next year during the New Year's visit."

Yang Ruqing also smiled and nodded upon hearing this.

"Well, this is August. By next January, the child will be half a year old. It's true that he's getting bigger now. We'll bring him over to visit then, okay?" she said.

Zhou Wang nodded forcefully.

Luo the blacksmith said, “Don't just stand there, all of you, please sit down and talk.”

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Yang Ruqing smiled and said, "Brother, have a seat. I'll go to the kitchen to help my aunt cook rice. At noon, I'll make some dishes for you to drink with."

Zhou Wang looked surprised and said, "Qing'er, you don't have to go through so much trouble. Just two dishes for dinner is enough. I have to get back quickly, there's only Xiao Huan and the children at home, I can't leave them alone."

Yang Ruqing was stunned.

Wang Cuilian said: "Don't worry, I won't take long. That thing... Qing'er, you go talk to your Uncle Zhou Wang first, I'll go to the vegetable garden."

That is to say, even if Yang Ruqing went to the kitchen now, there would be no ingredients...

“Okay, then when your mom gets back we’ll cook. It's still early anyway, I'll chat with my cousin for a bit.”

Yang Ruqing gracefully nodded and sat down.

I pushed the plate of sunflower seeds and peanuts in front of Zhou Wang, "Cousin, crack some nuts, let's chat while we do."

Zhou Wang nodded, casually grabbed a few seeds in his hand but didn't hurry to crack them.

Here, the blacksmith Luo drew on his dry pipe and asked Zhou Wang, "Continuing what we were just talking about, what name did you give your child? Have you decided?"

Zhou Wang smiled and glanced at Yang Ruqing, saying: "His nickname is Gouzi, easy to raise. We haven't decided on his given name yet."

"Xiaohuan said, saying that Qinger and Tang Ya are capable people,"

“Why don’t you, Qing'er, help us come up with a name for our dog? We want to get some of your good fortune.” he said.

"Me?" Yang Ruqing pointed to her nose in a bit of surprise.

...still immersed in the uniquely characteristic name 'dogzi'..

“As the parents of the child, it is only right that your parents should choose the name. How could I possibly overstep my bounds…”, Yang Ruohua said with a hint of embarrassment.

Zhou Wang, however, had a serious expression on his face. He said, "It's true, Qing'er, my younger sister and I are both rough people who don't understand anything."

“You’ve traveled far and wide, seen many things, and met many people. You must have a lot of knowledge. Could you please help me choose a name for my son? I hope that when he grows up, he can have a good name that will make him proud.”