Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 11470

Seeing Xiao Mo's depressed and lonely look, everyone knew that she was thoughtful and not as heartless as Yang Yongqing, who spoke without thinking and hurt others without even realizing it.

Pairs of condemning eyes fell on Yang Yongqing with full fire, especially Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi. Their eyes seemed as if they wanted to eat Yang Yongqing, and Yang Yongqing was so scared that he didn't dare to raise his head.

Especially when he saw Mrs. Mo's expression, Yang Yongqing really realized that his previous boasting words had really annoyed her.

He rarely says these words now, but tonight... he really couldn't control his mouth!

"Wife, don't be angry. My broken mouth can't speak. I'm going to hit it!"

Suddenly, Yang Yongqing stood up, walked in front of Xiao Mo, raised his hand and slapped himself on the mouth twice!

The sound was so clear and loud that it startled everyone in the room. Even Mrs. Mo couldn't help but look up at his mouth.

His mouth became red and swollen in full view of everyone, as if he had food poisoning, or as if there were two sausages hanging in his mouth.

"What are you doing? You are killing yourself like this. When your daughter sees it, she will be scared to death!" When Mrs. Mo saw Yang Yongqing like this, tears welled up in her eyes.

As a result, Yang Yongqing was frightened by her tears and fell to his knees in front of her.

He raised his hand and slapped himself in the face again. The force of this slap was just as strong as the previous one!

Little Mo stamped her feet in anxiety, "How could you be like this..."

Having said that, my anger had almost subsided.

Because her man is so unruly and careless, but in order to win her back, he can kneel down to a woman in front of everyone without caring about his face.

Next to them, Zhao Liu'er and Cao Bamei were stunned when they saw what Yang Yongqing did.

But at the same time, the same voice rang in the hearts of both of them: Yongqing is so capable!

Yang Ruoqing also raised her eyebrows, looking at the young man kneeling in front of her sister-in-law, and recalling everything between Yang Yongqing and Xiao Mo, it really proved the saying that abusing your wife is fun for a while, but chasing your wife will end in a funeral procession!

Should!

A bastard should kneel down, but now is not the time to do that.

So Yang Ruoqing quickly pushed Xiao Mo again: "Sister-in-law, look at my brother, he is already like this, you should stop too, give him a little face!"

Little Mrs. Mo turned her head and glanced at Yang Ruoqing, her face slightly reddened.

Yang Yongqing knelt on the ground and raised his head and said, "Don't beg me, I'm fine, really, as long as your sister-in-law can relieve her anger, I can do anything."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi both looked at Yang Yongqing with contempt.

Qing boy, you really lower the status of us men, alas!

Yang Yongzhi whispered to Yang Huaming: "Fortunately my grandfather is not here, otherwise he would be furious."

Yang Huaming, however, knew Old Yang better than Yang Yongzhi. He smiled and said, "It's hard to say. Your grandfather was kneeling on the washboard at your grandmother's place in private, but we didn't catch him in the act!"

You never know, the old man might be better than the young boy.

Yang Yongzhi was stunned. After all this time, it turned out that this was a family inheritance?

Finally, it was Yang Huazhong, the oldest among them, who came to his senses first and got things back to business.

"Yongqing, you guys are almost done. Xiuhong's matter is the most important right now."

After hearing what Yang Huazhong said, everyone nodded in agreement.

Cao Bamei was especially shocked. She stood up and looked towards the back of the hall: "How is Xiuhong now?"

Yang Ruoqing also came back to her senses, "I'll go take a look!"

After walking a few steps, she turned to Yang Huazhong and said, "Dad, find a broom and dustpan so we can clean up the backyard."

The ground was full of snakes, which was scary to look at. The key point was that if they were not cleaned up, it would stink and become a big problem. Yang Huazhong and his team quickly took action and found various tools.

Yang Ruoqing went into Xiuhong's room and took a look. Xiuhong was still in a coma with no signs of waking up. Fortunately, there were no abnormalities behind her ears or other parts of her body, and there was no mucus.

Yang Ruoqing came to the yard again. At this time, Yang Huazhong and others were busy cleaning the yard.

"Qing'er, where are we going to throw these snake bodies later?"

"Put it in a winnowing basket and wait for Tang Yazi and the others to come back. Then we can carry it to the mountain and dig a place to bury it."

"it is good!"

The reason why they dug a place in the mountains to bury these snakes was mainly because they were worried that these snakes were highly poisonous. If they were left outside the mountains in places where humans frequently lived, the venom would spread if they were not careful, which would be terrible!

Everyone was busy until dawn to finish cleaning up.

I saw four baskets full of snake corpses. Some of them were not yet dead and were still wriggling inside. Others had no heads but were still moving.

As usual, Yang Ruoqing added two more stabs.

"If you ask me, it's better to burn it with fire. It will burn it cleanly and neatly!" Yang Huaming suggested.

Yang Yongzhi agreed, "It's a bit tiring to pick them up and dig holes at the same time."

Yang Yongqing raised his hand in objection.

"I'm totally against burning it!"

“Why can’t we burn it?”

"I just can't burn it. I can't handle it! I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it either!"

Yang Huaming frowned, "What the hell are you talking about? We are burning the snake, not ourselves, why can't we bear it?"

"Okay, Fourth Uncle, you don't believe it, right? Then I'll burn one and make you convinced!"

After a bowl of tea.

"Oh my god, Qing boy, please stop burning me, I really can't stand it! This smells too good!"

In the backyard, Yang Huaming stared at the snake that Yang Yongqing was skewering on a stick and roasting over a fire in front of him. The snake meat made crackling sounds under the roasting flames.

The golden snake oil seeped out from the sebum and fell into the fire below, making a sizzling sound.

The aroma of roasted snake meat in the air is so alluring.

"Is it true that the more poisonous the snake, the more delicious the meat?" someone raised this question.

Everyone shook their heads because no one knew.

Yang Huaming took a deep sip of saliva and said, "What do you think about me trying a piece for you?"

"Fourth Uncle, do you want to live?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Yang Huaming said: "It smells so good, I can't resist it!"

Yang Yongqing clapped his hands and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. "How are you, Fourth Uncle? I told you not to burn it, but you couldn't bear it. You didn't believe me and insisted on fighting me. How are you? Is it hard to bear it?"

Yang Huaming sighed deeply and covered his stomach, which had been rumbling for a long time.

Not only him, but everyone else, including Yang Ruoqing herself, could not resist the temptation of the strange aroma of the snake meat.