Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1086 The Anger Exploded (One More)
Yang Huaming walked up to Yang Huaan with the child in his arms.

Seeing Yang Hua'an leaning on the wall, he turned sideways to hide.

Yang Huaming's pent-up anger suddenly exploded.

"Your son, you hugged it!"

He stuffed the child into Yang Hua'an's arms, turned around and left.

Yang Hua'an took the child and saw the child's face at a glance.

He let out a groan, as if he saw a ghost, closed his eyes and raised his hand, throwing the child aside...

"what!"

"do not!"

Old Yangtou and Yang Huaming both saw it.

Watching helplessly that the child was about to be thrown to the ground by Yang Hua'an and fell to his death,

Both father and son were frightened, but they didn't have time to pick them up.

At this moment, a figure flashed by the door of the house.

When Lao Yangtou and the others saw clearly again, they saw Yang Ruoqing standing at the door of the house.

In her arms, she held a radish bun.

It was the child thrown out by Yang Hua'an.

This side of the house door.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to lift a corner of the cloth covering the child's head.

"hiss……"

Even though she had seen many strange things, she couldn't help but gasped.

No wonder Mrs. Sun was so frightened when she went back, she didn't say anything about what the child looked like.

No wonder she heard arguing inside as soon as she walked to the door of this house.

No wonder Yang Hua'an wanted to throw his own flesh and blood out to death.

It turned out that this child had a cleft lip.

The extent of this cracking is very large.

It splits from under the nose, and then continues to the mouth.

The two sides are so wide that at first glance, it looks like a face has been split into two halves.

The bright red gums inside were exposed, and when crying, the little tongue squirmed slightly.

What a little monster!

"Qing'er, luckily you caught it!"

A figure rushed to him.

Yang Ruoqing raised her head, it was the fourth uncle Yang Huaming.

An anxious look appeared on the man's face.

He took the child from Yang Ruoqing's arms, hugged him in his arms, turned around and walked back to the house quickly.

Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses and followed into the house.

In the house, Yang Huaming held the child and came to Old Yangtou.

The man glanced at the child in his arms, his face showing confusion and struggle.

In the end, everything became firm.

He raised his head and said to Lao Yang: "Father, this child is not lost, I admit it, I will raise him!"

Old Yang was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard wrongly.

Yang Hua'an also raised his head suddenly, and looked at Yang Huaming in astonishment.

"What did you say? Say it again?" Old Yang asked.

Yang Huaming took a deep breath, "I came to reincarnate with my fourth wife, after all, I have a destiny with my fourth wife, after all, I have a life!"

"Although it's not my own, but after all, it's also related to me by blood."

"Keep this child, I will raise him as my own son, and let him have food and clothing for the rest of his life!" Yang Huaming said.

Old Yang understood it, but was dumbfounded.

Yang Hua'an looked astonished, but in the end, he lowered his head in frustration and said nothing.

Tan couldn't wait to pick up the crutch at hand and wanted to beat Yang Huaming.

"This is a plague god, a disaster star, staying here will bring bad luck to our old Yang family..."

The crutch fell on Yang Huaming's back, making a loud bang.

Yang Huaming protected the child with his own body, and knelt down in front of Old Yangtou and Mrs. Tan.

"Father, mother, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, please let me keep this child!"

Old Yang still remained silent.

Tan was still beating there, gritting her teeth.

It seemed that if Yang Huaming didn't let go, she would beat him to death.

A stick was about to fall on the back of Yang Huaming's head, but suddenly, it was held by a hand.

"Okay, I hit you, do you still dare to hide?"

Tan was furious.

"Fourth uncle didn't hide, it was me!" Yang Ruoqing said.

"Grandma, you are blind and can't see, you can hit wherever you catch, my fourth uncle's head will open if this stick is knocked down!"

Yang Ruoqing said displeased.

Tan spat: "If you're so stubborn, if you beat him to death, I'm not alive!"

Yang Ruoqing sneered: "Tiger's poison doesn't eat children, so why do you like white-haired people to give black-haired people?"

"Okay, then I won't stop you, you hit, you hit, you hit to death!"

Yang Ruoqing really let go and stepped aside.

Tan's crutch was hanging above Yang Huaming's head, but it didn't fall down.

"Hmph, I don't care about it, I don't care about it, you can do whatever you like!"

Tan spat and cursed, put away her crutches, and pedaled out of the west room to go back to her own east room opposite.

In the room here, Yang Huaming gave Yang Ruoqing a grateful look.

Then, the man turned around, then knelt in front of Old Yang, unable to get up.

Old Yang looked at Yang Huaming and then at the child in his arms.

After a while, the old man let out a long sigh.

"That's all, then you can keep it, you will regret it in the future, don't blame me for not reminding you today!"

After saying this, Lao Yang also turned around and left the house.

Yang Hua'an quickly followed Old Yang and escaped from the house, not daring to stay for a moment.

Yang Ruoqing turned her eyes away from the trembling Liu who was still wrapped in the blanket on the bed, and landed on Yang Huaming.

"Fourth Uncle, get up."

She came over and helped Yang Huaming up from the ground.

"Fourth Uncle, you have to think clearly." She said out loud.

"When you raise him, not only do you have to bear the rumors around you, but he also has to bear a lot of pressure."

"After all, this disfigurement is too big..." she said.

Yang Huaming raised his eyes, and he looked at Yang Ruoqing earnestly.

"Qing'er, you have medical skills, you can make your father's legs stand up, and you can also bring Shuanzi's mother back from the dead."

"Save this child, will you?"

Facing Yang Huaming's pleading, Yang Ruoqing frowned.

Then, she shook her head without hesitation.

"As long as it can be remedied, I will never stand idly by." She said.

"It's really beyond my ability. Even the best doctor in Daqi may find it difficult to restore this child."

In modern times, so advanced medical technology and means cannot make children with cleft lip back to normal.

What's more, this ancient countryside where medical treatment is very backward?
"Fourth Uncle, think about it for yourself."

After saying this, Yang Ruoqing also left the room.

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

The story of a freak happening in the fourth room of Lao Yang's family spread throughout the village within half a day.

So much so that when Yang Ruoqing was washing clothes in the pond at the entrance of the village, all the women on both sides came over to ask her about it.

"I don't know, don't ask me."

She dismissed it with this sentence.

After returning home, I found my father Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang talking in the main room.

Mrs. Sun sat aside.

It is estimated that the matter of the fourth room was also mentioned, and Yang Huazhong's expression was not very good.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing entering the door carrying the washed clothes, Mrs. Sun hurriedly greeted her.

"Mother, go hang the clothes, you go to the main room, your father and your Uncle Luo are about to tell you about the house." Sun said.

"Okay."

Yang Ruoqing gave Mrs. Sun the bamboo basket, mallet and barrel, and turned to Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang.

(End of this chapter)