Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1032 Wronged in life, humiliated in death (four more)

The old gapo shook her head.

"It's been a long time, I can't tell. That man looks very handsome, his wife is not good-looking, and the concubine is good-looking. He doesn't look like a woman from our peasant family at all..."

What the old gapo said is like saying nothing.

Old Yang asked all over the place, anxiously.

Everyone in the main room noticed the strangeness of Old Yang.

Everyone thought of what Old Yang had been busy with these days, and suddenly, they all guessed something.

Seeing this, Old Yang stood up hastily: "It's too late today, I should go back to sleep, and I will come to see my old aunt some other day."

"Father, it's dark and the road is slippery. I'll take you back to the old house."

Yang Huazhong followed.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang also stood up immediately.

Old Yang waved his head towards Yang Huazhong and the others behind him: "Don't use it, you can go home with your eyes closed after a few steps, let's rest earlier."

The old man hurried away.

Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang also left.

The old grandson and the others supported the old lady and went back to the side yard to rest.

In the main room, only Yang Huazhong, Yang Ruoqing, and the Sun family who came behind were left.

"Your grandfather left in a hurry, as if he was thinking about something." Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head, her big bright eyes rolled: "Father, I suspect that the concubine who gave birth to the child in the mountain temple is from our Changping village."

"Qing'er, you think so too?" Yang Huazhong was surprised and asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, it seemed that Yang Huazhong and everyone in the main room tonight thought of it.

"Father, if those three people are really great-grandfather, great-grandmother, and that little concubine..."

"Then, the child that was born is likely to be my grandfather!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huazhong frowned, his eyes stirred.

"My God, if this is the case, then..."

The man didn't dare to say any more.

Yang Ruoqing also understood that if this was the case, then her great-grandmother's generation really did a conspiracy.

Borrowing a belly to give birth to a child.

This is no hindrance to the great-grandfather and great-grandmother, and there is an extra son to carry on the family line.

However, that concubine was completely destroyed.

Let her be wronged in life and humiliated in death.

As for Old Yang, hehe, that is really a big joke.

……

When Lao Yang hurriedly returned to the east room, Mrs. Tan was packing boxes with her buttocks pouted.

Inside the box are all the new year's goods sent by Jifang.

Cloth, dry goods, Tan picked them up with gusto.

She thought about it, and waited for Yang Huamei to come over, and asked her to pick two bolts of the best fabric and go back to make clothes.

The movement of Lao Yang rushing into the east room like a gust of wind startled Mrs. Tan.

The lid of the wooden box fell and hit her finger hard, causing her to grin her teeth in pain.

"Damn old man, ghosts are chasing you, what are you doing running so fast?"

From the sound of footsteps, she heard it was Old Yang Tou, so she scolded him immediately.

But Old Yang didn't pay attention to her, and closed the door instead, then took off his cotton trousers and buried his head there to look at his legs.

The red crescent-shaped birthmark has always been there.

"What are you doing?"

Tan groped towards this side and asked.

Old Yang didn't say a word, he just slumped down on the stool next to him, with the look on his face, as if he had eaten a fly.

"What's wrong with smoking? Why don't you talk to me?" Tan walked over and asked again.

It took a long time for Old Yang to come back to his senses.

"It's over, it's over, it's really over now..."

He sat there, muttering, forgetting to pull up his pants.

Tan groped and touched his exposed cold thigh, and was startled.

"You old bastard, you have no face or skin, why did you take off your pants when you got home? Put them on quickly!" Tan yelled.

Old Yang pulled up his trousers dumbly, "Mother Mei, I seem to have made a big mistake..."

"What's the matter?" Tan asked.

Old Yang said: "I can't say it for a while, I'm just scared, so scared..."

"I've lived most of my life, who gave birth to me, I'm afraid I was tricked..."

……

On the 27th of the twelfth lunar month, old man Sun and the others are going to kill the New Year pig.

Yang Ruoqing's pork for the Chinese New Year this year was taken from Lao Suntou.

Fourth Uncle Yang Huaming and his New Year's pork also bought from Lao Suntou.

In addition, many people in the village who do not raise New Year's pigs have come to Lao Suntou's house to order New Year's pork.

Since getting up in the morning, Yang Huazhong's family has come to the side yard to help.

Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang also came over.

In the past, the slaughter of pigs during the New Year in the village was carried out by Chen Tuhu, father and son from house to house.

Killing a new year's pig will cost you [-] Wen, and you will also be charged two catties of pork for three meals.

This year, the Chen Tuhu family was kicked out of Changping Village by Yang Ruoqing.

The eldest Sun and uncle were personally taught by Yang Ruoqing, and learned how to kill pigs and castrate pigs.

The couple got up before dawn, killed the five big pigs in the family pen, shaved them, and disemboweled them.

Then he entered the village with tools.

They slaughtered pigs for others in the village, and they charged [-] Wen per pig, and they didn't want other people's pork and rice.

Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang came over in the morning, just in time to pick up the eldest Sun couple's shift.

Clean up the five big pigs that were killed, and then chop them into as large pieces as possible according to the different parts of the pigs.

Waiting for the villagers who have reserved pork for the new year to come and weigh it.

Yang Ruoqing and Sun Shi also rushed over to help.

Near noon, the villagers who came to pick up the pork came one after another.

At this time, Yang Hualin and Yang Ruolan came over.

"Third brother, do you still have New Year's pork? Sell some to us too."

Yang Hualin entered the side yard with a haunting smile on his face.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing, who were at the pork desk, were a little stunned when they saw the person coming.

It has been more than half a year since the new house was built.

Yang Hualin lives in the second room, and has never set foot in it.

Yang Ruoqing's family held a banquet for the new house, and relatives and friends came to congratulate her, but Yang Hualin and the others hid in the town and pretended not to know.

When I went back to the village, I met him in a pocket, but there was no explanation.

Everyone in the village knew about it and talked about it behind their backs.

It is said that the second and third rooms of Lao Yang's family want to cut off contact.

"Second brother, Lan'er, why are you here?"

Yang Huazhong came back to his senses, hurried up a few steps to meet him, and asked.

Yang Hualin smiled and patted Yang Huazhong's shoulder: "I didn't say anything just now, come and weigh some pork and go back to celebrate the New Year!"

Yang Huazhong was even more surprised.

"Second brother, are you not celebrating the New Year in the town this year? Are you going back to the village to celebrate the New Year?"

"Well, I'm from our old Yang's family. How can I celebrate the new year in a rented house in the town?" Yang Hualin said.

"Father was right."

Yang Ruolan interjected from the side, "Third Uncle, my father said, come home to celebrate the New Year, so it's convenient to give grandpa and grandma their New Year's greetings."

"It's also convenient to burn incense for our ancestors when we're out of heaven," Yang Ruolan said.

Yang Huazhong was very happy when he heard this.

"Okay, okay, second brother, come here to weigh the meat, ready-made pork belly."

Yang Huazhong greeted Yang Hualin and his daughter to the meat table.

(End of this chapter)