Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1101 Great War (Fourth Update)
"Yo, is sister-in-law here?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled at the plump figure and said hello.

Yang Huamei looked up at the door of the house, then quickly turned her head away.

However, Yang Ruoqing took a good look at the tears on her face that hadn't been wiped off yet.

Huh?
Why is this fat girl still crying?
Who was bullied by?
Besides her, Yang Ruoqing, who would dare to bully this sister-in-law?
Just as she was guessing, Tan's voice came over: "What are you doing with the dustpan?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Uncle Wu and the others are coming back for the Dragon Boat Festival. My mother and I cleaned their house and forgot to bring the dustpan for dirt."

Tan said: "If a broken shoe wants to come back, you are the only ones who are rare, why are you so rare..."

The old lady was rambling, but she still got up and fumbled towards the door.

Then he pointed to a certain location leaning against the corner of the wall: "Here, I put them all there, do you still see it? Take it now!"

"Here!" Yang Ruoqing said, and hurried over to hold it in her hand.

Tan said again: "Be careful, don't damage my dustpan!"

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes: "Don't worry, if it breaks, it's okay to pay for a dozen winnows, right?"

……

Mrs. Tan went back to the east room, closed the door, sat on the side of the bed and took Yang Huamei's hand, and then told her what she just said.

"...So, when you went to Shuanzi's second sister's house as a guest, that relative, the old Chinese doctor, really took your pulse?" Tan asked.

Yang Huamei nodded: "I said don't take it. Shuanzi's second sister said that since she came, she would take a safe pulse and insist on letting me stretch out her hand."

"Second Sister Shuanzi is so fierce, I was afraid of her, so I asked the old Chinese doctor to take the pulse." She muttered.

"Then what does the old Chinese doctor say?" Tan continued to ask.

Yang Huamei burst into tears.

"The old Chinese doctor said that my pulse condition is not right, and asked me about gynecology..."

"Like I said, the old Chinese doctor didn't say anything to me at that time, and went to whisper to the second sister Shuanzi."

"When Shuanzi and I came home after dinner, her second sister called me into the same room."

"She said that the old Chinese doctor said it was difficult for me to conceive a baby, and told me not to eat too much when I went back, and I had to lose the fat in my body..."

"Woooo..."

Speaking of this, Yang Huamei couldn't help but burst into tears of grievance.

Tan's face turned red with anger.

"Wang Chunhua, she farts!"

Tan cursed viciously.

"It's a blessing for a woman to be fat, Wangfu, and it's easy to give birth!"

"When people choose a wife, they always choose the one with the big butt."

"Wang Chunhua is so skinny that she came to run on my daughter. She knows nothing!"

"Mom, do you think she doesn't understand what a fart is, is there a use for a fart?" Yang Huamei yelled honestly.

"Sister Shuanzi, Shuanzi's parents, and Shuanzi himself all listened to his second sister's words."

"Now the whole family is joining hands and telling me to lose weight."

"I used to eat three bowls of rice and a bowl of rice soup to soak rice crispy rice in one meal."

"Now I only have one bowl of rice for a meal, and the bowl of noodles with poached eggs in lard at night before going to bed is gone."

"Sister Shuanzi also took away all the snacks hidden in my house, and Mrs. Shuanzi doesn't love me anymore,"

"I'm living a miserable life now. If you touch my stomach, it's deflated..."

Yang Huamei grabbed Tan Shi's hand and pressed it on her drooping and dangling belly.

The fat is too thick, and Mrs. Tan really can't tell where the girl is deflated.

However, Tan's anger became even more intense.

"Is that okay? My daughter who is as beautiful as a flower is married to his old Wang's family as a daughter-in-law, and she wants to be a daughter-in-law king, not to be tortured by them!"

"He, Wang Shuanzi, is a sick, ugly ghost. It's good that our old Yang family didn't dislike him."

"It's so ugly!"

Tan cursed and stood up.

He touched the crutch beside him and held it in his hand: "Let's go, let's go to Lao Wang's house, I'm going to meet that family's heart!"

……

In the backyard, Yang Ruoqing and Sun's mother and daughter worked together.

The three houses that have not been lived in for a long time have regained their vitality.

The windows are bright and clean, and the air is fresh.

The mother and daughter saw that the sun was good today, so they moved all the stools in the house and the wooden boards on the bed to the yard to dry.

When Yang Ruoqing finished all this work, she sent the dustpan back to the east room in the front yard.

It was found that the door of the east room was also locked, and Tan and Yang Huamei were also missing.

Hey, in this family, one can run better than the other!

She put the dustpan back in place and arranged it, then went back to the backyard and returned to her home with Mrs. Sun.

It's almost noon, so I have to come home to cook.

But as soon as the rice was washed and put down the pot, the sweet-scented osmanthus came over quickly.

"Miss Qing'er, your old lady got into a fight with Mrs. Shuan Zi at Lao Wang's house..."

……

When Yang Huazhong, Mrs. Sun, Osmanthus fragrans, and Yang Ruoqing rushed to the vicinity of Old Wang's house.

From a distance, outside the old Wang's courtyard, there are three floors inside and three floors outside, surrounded by a group of people who came to watch the excitement.

The whispers and discussions among the crowd still couldn't stop the two sharp and high-pitched scolding voices in the courtyard.

Mixed in, but suppressed by the scolding, was the crying of Shuan Ziniang.

Old Yang's scolding, Wang Hongquan's persuasion...

"Borrowed, borrowed..."

Yang Ruoqing ran ahead and started a pioneer.

Seeing Yang Huazhong and his party approaching, the crowd of onlookers offered to make way for their family to enter the yard.

The center of the storm!
As soon as Yang Ruoqing entered, the scene in front of her eyes looked like this:

In the middle of the courtyard, Mrs. Tan and Wang Shuanzi's eldest sister, Wang Cuihua, were scolding each other there.

Wang Cuihua was tall, and Tan's hands on his hips could only reach her chest.

But the old lady didn't lose her stature, she put her hands on her hips and scolded all over the place.

Wang Cuihua is not a fuel-efficient lamp either. Once she opened and closed her mouth, the people around her couldn't get in her mouth.

With these two as the center, there was a fierce verbal confrontation.

On the side, Old Yang was scolding Mrs. Tan.

Wang Hongquan was scolding Wang Cuihua.

On the other side, Mrs. Shuan was sitting on the ground wiping her tears, while Wang Chunhua squatted aside to support her, her face was as dark as something.

Hey, where are Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi?

Yang Ruoqing looked around.

Finally found.

Wang Shuanzi sat on a rolling stone at the door of the kitchen, hugging his knees and drooping his head.

Yang Huamei stood beside Wang Shuanzi, watching the big scene in front of her with a blank expression.

"What's going on? Why are you so noisy?"

Yang Huazhong also roared, and quickly rushed to Tan's side, trying to persuade him.

Sun looked at the situation and came to Shuan Ziniang.

"Don't sit on the ground, let's sit up and talk slowly..."

Mrs. Sun tried to persuade him.

Leaving aside the husband-wife relationship between Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi, in terms of friendship alone, Yang Huazhong's family has a very good friendship with Wang Hongquan's family.

Regardless of whether Yang Huazhong's family is happy or happy, Wang Hong's family will come to congratulate him.

Back then when Yang Huazhong was framed and sent to prison, Lao Yangtou and the others stood by and watched, while Wang Hongquan went to the county seat.

He also left two hundred Wen for Yang Ruoqing.

A real timely help.

(End of this chapter)