Chapter 98: My peace of mind is my home
Chapter 98 My home is where my heart is at ease
Before returning to the cave, the sun was almost setting.
Mother Yang saw that her daughter and son-in-law had returned home safely, and with a smile arranged for her daughters-in-law to work in the kitchen.
"Lan'er, did your trip to the county go well today? Did you meet any of those short-sighted people?" She was reluctant to let go of her daughter's little hand.
"Mother, don't you see that your daughter is standing in front of you properly." Yang Lan'er smiled and comforted Yang's mother.
"Okay, I don't worry about leaving it to my son-in-law, I know you will come back safely." Mother Yang praised.
"Mom, I won't break my promise." Tan Anjun pursed his lips and smiled.
Yang Lan'er rolled her eyes at the cheap husband-in-law, do you want to lose face? This fellow is getting thicker and thicker now.
"Mom, dad and the others haven't come back yet?" Yang Lan'er quickly changed the subject, but she didn't notice when she came back, she should still be making bricks.
"I'll be back soon." Mother Yang looked into the distance and saw several people rushing this way.
"Mother, grandmother, sit down." The baby and the two carried a bench in front of Yang Lan'er.
"Hey, grandmother's sweet baby, really sensible." Mother Yang rubbed their little heads lovingly.
Yang Lan'er grinned happily when she saw this, her babies are so good.
"Mother, sit down." Seeing that Xiao Wu and the others had already unloaded the goods from the horse.
"Taking away these things while it's dawn, Lan'er, why did you buy so many things again?" Mother Yang said distressedly, how much money would it cost, this girl is really a prodigal. Glancing at Tan Anjun, seeing that he was not unhappy at all, he let go of his heart.
Tan Anjun glanced at his mother-in-law's expression, feeling both funny and sad in his heart. The funny thing was that his mother-in-law was worried in vain, and he didn't pay attention to the money for this little thing.
Yi felt sad that his little wife had suffered a lot in the past few years when she married him, and she was reluctant to even buy cotton cloth with dozens of taels of silver.
Recalling that in the past in the capital, the women at home cost hundreds of taels to make a set of clothes, even hundreds of taels without blinking.
Looking at the figure of his little wife who was busy packing things, he suddenly felt that this moment was the peace of mind he had never had in his life.
My peace of mind is my home!
Here will be his home from now on. It's great to have a wife, son and relatives!
Yang Lan'er picked out her own things, looked up and saw the cheap husband looking at her with a slightly guilty and gratified look, what's the matter?
"Lan'er, what are these catties of cotton going to do?" Yang's mother asked in confusion, holding half a sack of cotton.
"Mother, I have another use for this." Yang Lan'er blushed, grabbed the sack with one hand, and hurried to the compartment in the cave with her own things in the other.
"This child will never grow up, he is always so reckless." Mother Yang looked at her daughter's back and shook her head dotingly.
"Mom, I'll go take a look." Tan Anjun saw his wife rushing into the cave, and he thought there must be something wrong.
"Go." Mother Yang waved her hand and continued to busy with packing the goods.
Pick out some seasonings and salt, and shout to the stove: "The second family, come out and move these seasonings into the stove."
"Hey, mother, here we come."
After a while, He and Ding ran out.
Mother Yang gave her a blank look when she saw Mrs. Ding, "For the second family, take the pile of seasonings back to the stove. For the fourth family, wash this big iron pot and move it into the stove. Remember to boil the pot of hot water. In the future, this pot will be used to boil hot water.”
Mrs. Ding looked here and there, and saw a few sacks of cloth with sparkling eyes. Are these made of clothes for them?
Mother Yang has always looked down on her. She is a coward with long hair and short-sightedness, and her eye sockets are shallow.
scolded: "Mr. Ding, what are you dawdling about? Why didn't you hear me telling you to wash the pot?"
"Ah? Ah, good." Ding's gaze was pulled out from the pile of cloth with difficulty, and he reluctantly picked up the big iron pot and left.
Thank you for your enthusiastic recommendation today
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I am not afraid of pain
No matter how big the cute brick is I am not afraid
(end of this chapter)