Chapter 4044: Mid-Autumn Festival

ooking at her until her face turned red.>Just as she was about to speak, he suddenly reached out with one hand and pulled her into his arms."Okay, I agree!""No matter how far I fly, this rope will alw...After Shun fed all four little ones, the three black pups had their fill and curled up together to sleep. Only Xiaopu remained awake.

It had bright, shining eyes. It crawled around in its little nest. When it met an obstacle at the edge of the nest, it would curiously extend its soft, tender little paws to touch it a few times, as if curious about everything.

Yang Ruqing found it interesting, so she squatted down beside it with great interest, watching without wanting to disturb it. She held her breath deliberately so as not to frighten it.

Xiaochun, after playing alone for a while, started to move towards her three sleeping siblings on the side.

Little Pure White's body was twice the size of these three little black pups. Besides, she had been eating and drinking well at Yang Ruqing's place these past few days, so her belly was round and plump.

As soon as it pressed down on the three little ones, two of them started to twitch their eyelashes and snort in their noses, almost waking up.

Yang Ruqing saw the situation and quickly moved Xiaochunbai away from the three little black cubs.

As soon as she moved away for a moment, Xiaochunbai went back to the little black cubs again. She couldn't sleep herself, full of energy, and had to go bother them!

“Since you enjoy playing so much, let me play with you for a while.” Yang Ruqing chuckled softly, picked up Xiaochunbai, held it in her arms, and sat at the table to tease it.

After the letter to Mukizukawa was sent out, his mother would spend every day counting the days on her fingers.

Yang Ruqing didn't know what excuses Zi Chuan Niang had been using to get by with the Liu family these days, but every time she went to visit Zi Chuan Niang, she would bring up the matter.

"Is there any news about Zichuan When will he be back"

On this day, Yang Ruoheng came again to visit Zichuan’s mother. Zichuan’s mother grasped Yang Ruoheng's hand and asked again.

Yang Ruqing shook her head, "Not yet, but it should be soon."

"Let me see, it's been five or six days since the letter was sent. If he received it, he should be back by now."

Besides, tomorrow is the ninth day of the ninth month, Chongyang Festival. Even if he's busy, he should be back by then.

On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, it is the Double Ninth Festival.

According to the customs of the Mianniushan area, on Double Ninth Festival, people climb high places, commemorate their ancestors, insert chrysanthemum flowers, drink chrysanthemum wine, and eat chrysanthemum cakes.

In ancient times, people revered tradition, especially during such festivals. From the government offices down to shops and small workshops, everyone would take a break to celebrate the occasion.

Like Yang Ruqing, a considerate employer, not only gives their employees time off but also rewards them.

All the workers were happily rewarded and went home to celebrate. Yang Ruqing, their mistress, naturally stayed at home, putting on an apron and washing her hands to personally make chrysanthemum cakes and prepare chrysanthemum wine for her family's celebration.

At night, a family gathered around the table, happily eating chrysanthemum cakes and drinking chrysanthemum wine. It was a lively scene.

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"Mother, I miss my father!"

The well-fed baby camel nestled in Yang Ruohong's arms, softly saying.

Yang Ruoqing held the chrysanthemum cake in her hand, paused slightly, and glanced sideways at the young girl beside her. The girl had a pout on her lips, looking a little downcast, and Yang Ruoqing's eyes also flashed with a hint of longing.

A daughter misses her father, and as a mother, she also misses him deeply.

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However, my daughter can say it openly in front of the whole family, while I, as her mother, am too embarrassed to say it out loud.

"Mother, today is the Double Ninth Festival. Mother made delicious chrysanthemum cakes for us and this large table of dishes. I wonder if Father will be able to eat chrysanthemum cake and drink chrysanthemum wine in the barracks" Luo Bao'er asked again.

Yang Ruqing raised her hand and gently touched the little girl's head, smiling and saying: "The conditions are definitely not as good as home. Not to mention anything else, at least we can't all be together as a family."

"However, it's not just your father. All the soldiers from top to bottom in the army are far away from their hometowns and families."

“Your father is a general, and he is beloved by the soldiers. When everyone celebrates together, they should be able to drink, eat meat, and sweets, and it would be very lively.”

Upon hearing Yang Ruqing's words, a smile finally appeared on Luobo Baby's face.

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Tuoba Xian also missed her son very much, but she still followed Yang Ruohua's words and said: "Your mother is right, your father is a general with many people around him, he won't be lonely."

"As for your brother Chen'er, he's all alone in the capital and I wonder how he spends such a festive day."

Mentioning Chen'er, everyone at the table felt a wave of longing.

Even the blacksmith Luo, raised his cup and said, "My grandson is too successful. He doesn't come home often, only for a month during the New Year. I barely get to see him.

Wang Cuilian also said, "Yes, last night I dreamed of Chen'er. Qing'er, has Chen'er written back recently How is he doing in the capital"

Yang Ruqing nodded lightly: "She writes back every month. This child is sensible and knows how to considerate our feelings as elders. She writes letters every month to let us know she's safe."

"Sometimes, some small everyday things, or even some situations related to learning in the academy, are also written down in the letters, so that we can know about them."

"A good man should be present throughout the world. Chen'er, in the future, will certainly be our pride and reliance!"

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Yang Ruqing smiled wryly: “Everyone hopes their son will become a dragon, I just hope he grows up safely and smoothly.”

It was night, when Yang Ruqing leaned against her bed, stitching her longing into the socks and shoes in her hands, one stitch at a time.

But thousands of miles away, in the Tianhai County, Luofeng Tang had left the banquet of soldiers long ago.

Of course, military regulations are strict and drinking is generally prohibited during normal times. However, banquets are still held on festivals and holidays to allow soldiers to relax. They drink large bowls of alcohol and eat large chunks of meat.

Balance is also the way to lead an army well.

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As the commander-in-chief of a military force, Luofeng Tang was naturally the star of the banquet tonight.

The soldiers raised their cups and toasted him, but he only drank a few sips before making an excuse to leave. He then returned to his quarters alone, standing by the window with his hands behind his back, gazing at the dense night and the crescent moon hanging in the sky.

Today is Chongyang Festival. People in my hometown will all go up mountains, wear wormwood, eat chrysanthemum cakes, and drink chrysanthemum wine.

This reminded him of the chrysanthemum wine brewed by his own daughter-in-law. It was refreshing and fragrant, smooth and mellow, with an endless aftertaste!

I wonder what my family is doing at this moment They should be drinking chrysanthemum wine, eating chrysanthemum cakes, and enjoying time together, right

He missed them here, and they must be missing him back home.

Especially Qing'er, she must keep everything in her heart and never show it in front of the elders. She always reports good news but not bad news.

Hard work, Qing'er!

"General, I request an audience!"

The voice of Zhou, the deputy general, came from outside.

"Come in!"

Zhou Fuzhang immediately entered the room and came to Luofengtang's behind, performing a military salute: "General, Huang Shang has brought Mid-Autumn Festival gifts and is waiting outside the courtyard."

Genius one second: m.aoyu, to handle.It's pitiful for Uncle Chang Geng and Aunt Guihua to be subjected to such insults for nothing.However, Ning Su... he really..."Bang!"In the west room, suddenly a sound of a chair falli...