I told two children two stories from "One Thousand and One Nights" in the next room. The two children listened with rapt attention, lying in their warm blankets with half-closed eyes, clearly having drifted into the world of fairy tales.

Then, gradually, in their wonderful fantasies, they gradually entered their dreams.

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Outside, the north wind blew gust after gust, but in the children's dreams, it was a beautiful world of fairy tales.

Yang Ruqing sat by the two children's beds for a while, making sure they were asleep, and then tucked them in.

When tucking them in, I realized both little ones had grown so much without me noticing. You can tell just by their legs and feet now.

It seems that in a few days, when grandma goes to fluff the new cotton, we should let her fluff two beds worth.

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Especially Luo Baobao, although he was a few months younger than Dashi, his stature grew faster than Dashi's.

Dazhi is six years old, which is about the average height for a child close to seven in this era, roughly around one meter and one.

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While Luo Baobei's stature was the same as Da Zhi's, she ran faster than Da Zhi when they ate the same food.

This should be the difference in inherited genes.

Dazhi's mother was relatively short, about 5 feet tall. Her husband was shorter than 5 feet 7 inches.

While she was 1.65 meters tall, Luofeng Tang stood at 1.8 meters. In modern times, this couple would be considered high-value with their good looks. Luofeng Tang was even a leggy Oppa.

Therefore, the daughter he gave birth to, Luo Bao'er, was less than seven years old, but she was already 1.25 meters tall. Among children of the same age in this era, she was outstanding.

This young girl has grown up, her height might even reach 1.7 meters, wow! She started learning martial arts since she was little and has a strong personality too.

Who knows what kind of son-in-law it will take to control her in the future.

Thinking of this, Yang Ruqing couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile secretly.

While joy surged, deep sadness welling up from the depths of my heart.

The baby is growing well, but I wonder what Chen'er is like now? How tall is he? How strong is he?

Where did the child go?

Have you ever met foster parents who treated him well?

Have you studied?

Is it following adults to work hard and long hours in business? Or farming?

Wouldn't you be selling yourself into slavery, serving as a stable boy in the stables of some wealthy lord?

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You can't think about it, the more you think, the worse it gets, always thinking of the worst-case scenario.

The more I think about it, the darker things seem, and life feels hopeless. There's no point in even trying...

Yang Ruqing took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress the surging sadness and anxiety in her chest. She returned to her room listlessly, her soul untethered.

That night, lying in bed, she tossed and turned, having many, many dreams.

All the fragments in my dream were about Chen'er. He was a few months old, so well-behaved, and his eyes sparkled like stars.

He just stared at her, little bubbles of happy drool coming from his mouth.

He reached out his hands, wanting her to hug him. But the woman in his dream was always swamped with chores and couldn't catch a break. He wished she could stop for a moment and give him a proper hug, spend a whole day playing with him until he was tired and fell asleep contentedly...

But she always seemed to be busy, running from here to there, always with things to do.

The child has been waiting for her...

He was so little that he didn't understand what it meant to complain. He was just very obedient and stubbornly waited.

By the time she finally had some free time to hold him, the child was already tired from waiting and had fallen asleep.

She held him in her arms, gently stroking his sleeping cheeks, and whispered to his fluttering eyelashes, "I'm sorry..."

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When Yang Ruohua woke up in the morning, she felt exhausted and heartbroken. Her pillow was soaked with tears.

For a long time, I lay in bed, savoring the feelings from my dream, guilt welling up in my heart again.

She owed Chen'er a lot, and she also owed her little one so much...

For life, even survival, she couldn't.

Just like now, Tang Ya's child hasn't seen his daughter for a year. He must be feeling down about it in his heart.

But there's no way, a person living in this world, how can everything go their way?

In the next room, Tuo Ba Xian was braiding Luo Bao's hair after she had finished washing up.

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The granddaughter stood there, her grandmother standing behind her. The granddaughter held a red string in her fingers, twirling it playfully.

Tuo Ba Xian was standing behind, gently combing her hair with a wooden comb. Neither of the two generations spoke much, both were quiet.

This is a daily morning habit, done to avoid waking Yang Ruoqing who's sleeping in the next room.

"Mother, you should rest for a while. From now on, I will comb her hair and send her to school."

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Yang Ruqing smiled and walked over, saying.

Luo Bao turned around and saw Yang Ruqing enter. His eyes lit up instantly.

Tuoba Xian said, "It's still early. Why don't you go back to sleep? I'm too old to fall asleep."

Yang Ruqing shook her head, "Mother, please rest. Your daughter-in-law can handle these things."

She walked over, took the wooden comb, and smiled gently at Luo Baobei: "Mother thought of a new hairstyle again. Let Mother comb your hair, okay?"

"Okay, okay!"

It is in a little girl's nature to love beauty, and Luo Baby excitedly agreed right away.

Tuoba Xian was packing up Luo Bao Bao and Zhi's schoolbags by the border, while occasionally glancing at the mother and daughter who were combing their hair by the window. A look of contentment filled Tuoba Xian's eyes.

No matter how well a grandmother treats her children, it can't compare to the love of a mother.

A child, it's best taken care of by their own mother. Look, my granddaughter is smiling so sweetly and happily!

I styled Luo Baobei's hair into a very spirited hairstyle and then led him by the hand under the old maple tree at the village entrance.

At this time, Luo Tiejiang and Wang Hongquan were already waiting there. The two of them are in charge of sending children to school in the village, come rain or shine.

"Uncle, today I'm going with you all to send the children to school." Yang Ruoqing said.

The blacksmith, Luo Tiejiang, laughed and said, “Alright!”

In a little while, the children from the village who went to school came one after another. At a glance, there were over twenty of them.

“Is everyone here? Let’s depart once everyone is present.” Yang Ruocheng said.

At this time, the sun had just risen from the eastern horizon. Converted to modern time, it should have been about seven thirty in the morning during this winter.

“Seems like one is still missing.” Wang Hongquan counted and said.

The blacksmith, Luo, looked at each one by one and quickly said, “Soldier Bingbing hasn’t come.”

Pingping?

Yang Ruqing was bending over to help Dazhi organize the straps of his small schoolbag when she heard this, and she couldn't help but raise her head.

There is truly no sign of Bingbing in the children's group.

“Pingping usually comes at this time, but he didn’t come today. I’ll go take a look!”

The blacksmith, Luo Tiejiang, having spoken, turned and strode towards Zhou Sheng's house.

Soon, the blacksmith Lu rushed back in a fluster. “Qing’er, that child Bingbing is sick. When I got there, the child was still lying on the table, not even taking off his clothes,”

“With a forehead burning with fever, she was running a high temperature. Zhou Sheng wasn't at home, what should I do now?”

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