Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Wanghai County, Qingshui Town.

Yang Ruoqing found an opportunity and asked Hongxiu to a hidden place to ask about things.

"Is there anything unusual on your side these few days?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Hongxiu thought for a while and said: "How should I put it, these two women are waiting for their husband-in-law to come over. For the time being, the two of them seem to have reached a settlement, and there is no more jealousy. It is probably because they want to share me and Wuyou equally. One to dedicate to their husband!"

"Every time the two of them discussed these things, they would light a stick of incense to stun the two of us. At other times, they were good to both of us, taking care of us with good food and drink."

"It seems that they all want to win us over as a tool to fight for favor in the future!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded. Most of the time, the way women compete for favor is very childish and stupid.

It's like watching the TV series "Orange is Red" before. The lady can't give birth to children, and she is old and decrepit. In order to win back the master's heart, she would not hesitate to find a young girl with eyebrows, eyes and facial features very similar to her to give to the master. .

Trying to drag the master back from the second wife, and trying to use these young girls dedicated to the master to arouse the old love and memories of the master, so as to consolidate his family status and weight in the master's heart...

Indeed, this trick worked, the girl really made the master interested.

And the frequency of the master returning to his hometown is indeed more frequent than before.

However, Zhang San is Zhang San, and Li Si is Li Si. No matter how similar they are, Zhang San cannot replace Li Si.

"Then have you seen the husband they are talking about?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Hongxiu shook her head: "I didn't see the real person, but I heard that the gentleman sent someone to the town to contact them. It seemed that he wanted to deal with the fire incident last time and the situation of the four subordinates who kept going out of nowhere."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "I can't find out what happened to my subordinates, they were buried long ago."

It was buried deep in Changping Village.

"Hongxiu, I came here today to ask you, do you recognize my hall brother Yang Yongxian?"

"do not know."

Yang Ruoqing thought about it carefully, "Well, when you and I went back to the village, my hall brother seemed to have judged the old Yang's family. You probably haven't met face to face."

"Why did Sister Qing'er suddenly ask this? Did you find anything?" Hong Xiu also asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "It's possible that the person whom Xianggong sent to contact Chu Xiuping and the others is not someone else, but my hall brother Yang Yongxian!"

Hearing this, Hong Xiu showed a bit of surprise.

"Sister Qing'er, if that's the case, then Wuyou has to withdraw, otherwise it's not a big deal, and I'm worried that she will be in danger!"

Why didn't Yang Ruoqing think this way?
Yang Yongxian doesn't recognize Hongxiu, but Yang Yongxian does recognize Luo Baobao!

Even though it has been nearly three years since Yang Yongqing rebelled against Changping Village, Luo Baobao has grown from a 13-year-old girl to a 16-year-old girl in three years.

But three years can't make much change in her facial features!

So as long as Yang Yongxian sees it, Yang Yongxian will definitely recognize Luo Baobao. If so, the girl will be in danger.

Yang Ruoqing would crush anyone who might pose a safety hazard to her daughter.

"Hongxiu, go and tell the baby to get out first." Yang Ruoqing said.

Hongxiu nodded.

After leaving here, Yang Ruoqing went to the Baochang's house.

On the other side, Old Yangtou and Yang Huazhong also followed the address provided by Hongmei and found the 'Yuelai Inn' in Qingshui Town.

The Yuelai Inn is located in the west of the town, with a large forest behind it.

A long time ago, the economic and cultural center of the town was on the west side. Later, some changes occurred, and the economic and cultural center moved to the south.

As a result, the Yuelai inn was gradually neglected. Usually, those who came to Qingshui town to play and be guests would choose to stay in the inn in the center of the town. It is more convenient to buy and sell things there, and there are many shops of all kinds.

And if it is a caravan, or there are many things and people, it is not very convenient to go to the inn in the center of the town, and it is not convenient to have too many people.

Therefore, caravans usually choose to come to the Yuelai Inn in the western suburbs.

And Yang Yongxian and the others happened to be staying at the Yuelai Inn.

At this moment, in the Tianzihao guest room of Yuelai Inn, there is a table of eight immortals. Yang Yongxian sits on one side, Lao Yangtou sits opposite him, Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming sit together, and Yang Yongzhi sits alone.

A follower under Yang Yongxian came over and made tea for everyone.

During the process of making tea, no one in the room made a sound, and several pairs of eyes followed the hands that followed the tea making.

Until the entourage finished making tea, exited the room, and closed the door, Old Yang couldn't wait to make a sound in the room.

He looked at Yang Yongxian with a sad face: "Grand grandson, I just want to ask you a word when I come here today!"

"In your heart, do you still have our old Yang's family? Do you still have me and your grandma?"

"Have you ever thought about how your grandma and I have raised you over the years?"

Yang Yongxian had a calm expression on his face, and he waited patiently for Old Yang Tou to finish speaking, then he smiled lightly.

"Master, you asked me that, and I don't have amnesia, how could I not remember these things?"

"Furthermore, no matter when and where, you and my grandma are always my ancestors. Without you, there would be no father, nor me!"

A gleam of light flashed in Old Yang's eyes, he raised his hand and patted the table, "Okay, since you remember it all, then do you still remember when you were a child, your aunt loved you, and no one would give you snacks, but you would eat them? "

Mentioning this, Yang Yongxian was immediately happy.

"Grandpa, have you forgotten something?"

"Ok?"

"Master, I am the eldest grandson, and my aunt is your youngest daughter, but my eldest grandson is one or two years older than my aunt! Why does my aunt love me? Huh?"

With a few words, Lao Yang was dumbfounded.

Old Yang was busy organizing words to sensationalize, but he ignored the age relationship between Yang Huamei and Yang Yongxian!

Yes, although Meier is an aunt and Yongxian is a nephew, but this nephew is two or three years younger than her aunt!

awkward!

"Yongxian, don't bother to catch the loopholes in your grandfather's words!" Yang Huaming knocked on the table, interrupting Yang Yongxian's words.

"Let me ask you, do you still think that you are from Lao Yang's family? If you still care about family affection, put Dabai back and don't let your aunt worry about it!"

Yang Yongxian seemed to have heard a big joke, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he smiled strangely.

"Fourth Uncle, don't you feel guilty when you question me?"

"Guilty? What did I do? Do I need to be guilty?"

Yang Yongxian shook his head, "I was expelled from your old Yang's family. Now, you come to talk to me about the old Yang's family? Can you stand up?"