Splendid peasant girl busy farming

The door of the main room is open for ventilation.

Yang Ruoqing followed Yang Huazhong into the main room and found that the tables, chairs and benches in the room were wiped clean, and the teapot and teacups were also washed clean and placed upside down on the tea tray.

There is a central hall hanging in the middle of the wall, which was hung up during the last Chinese New Year.

There used to be a shrine under the central hall, with tablets of the Wang family's ancestors placed in the shrine. When Yang Huamei lived in this house, she would burn incense and place offerings on the first and fifteenth days of every month.

Since Yang Huamei moved out of the old house, the house was given to Xiao Hei and Xu Qiaohong. Xu Qiaohong asked Xiao Hei to send all the tablets in the shrine to the woodshed because she was afraid of the tablets in the shrine.

When Yang Huamei and Wang Hongquan learned about this, they were very angry. Yang Huamei planned to take the shrine to Dabai's new house for worship, but was opposed by Hongmei.

Yang Huamei had no choice but to move the shrine to her own hut.

Later, she remarried and there was no one to take care of the small house, so Wang Hongquan moved the shrine and the tablets back to his old house. In this way, the ancestral tablets of this branch of the Wang family were moved around everywhere, and there was no peace at all.

This incident was once used as a joke by people in the village. Everyone said that Dabai and Xiaohei from the Wang family were also weird. After getting married, they not only forgot their mother, but also threw their ancestors aside.

Now, thanks to the fact that Wang Hongquan is still alive, they can continue to worship their ancestors as well as Wang Shuanzi and his mother.

When Wang Hongquan passes away in a few years, there will be no one to offer incense to this branch of the Wang family, and the tablets will be thrown into the dung heap...

Of course, all this is a story for later.

"Well, the main room is indeed well tidy." Yang Huazhong looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and then poked his head towards the east wing.

Yang Ruoqing naturally followed suit and leaned over.

This east wing was occupied by Wang Hongquan's old father in the early years. Later, when the family split up, Wang Hongquan moved to the old house at the back, and Yang Huamei used this east wing to store sundries.

Later, when Xiao Hei got married, Yang Huamei repainted the east room and bought new furniture to serve as their wedding room.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing looked inside and found that the large flowered bed with a carving of a magpie climbing a branch was empty, and the bedding had been taken to the yard to dry.

In addition to the tables, chairs, and cabinets originally built by Yang Huamei, there were also the dowry that Xu Qiaohong brought from her parents' home, various boxes, cabinets, dressing tables, and even a cradle for the baby. Xu Yuanming had prepared everything.

So the east room was filled with all kinds of furniture, and the doors of the closets were open for ventilation. Inside, there were layers of folded, hanging, colorful things, almost all of which were Xu Qiaohong's things.

"This Xu Qiaohong is not a woman who can live a normal life. She dresses up and attracts many men outside, but her home is like a fashion store. She is not practical. Xiao Hei can't control such a woman at all!" Yang Ruoqing secretly complained in her heart.

Yang Huazhong glanced around and said to himself, "As long as Xiao Hei can survive this, in the long run, divorce may not be a good thing!"

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, then realized the implicit meaning of her father's words.

"Dad, let's think the same way," Yang Ruoqing said with a smile, "But she left so many things behind, and who knows when she might come back to take them away."

A large part of this was Xu Qiaohong's dowry. After the divorce, if she is short of money with her new husband, she is very likely to think of these things here.

"Let's go to the west room and take a look."

Yang Huazhong turned around and went to the west room again.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, and just as they turned around, an inexplicable gust of wind suddenly blew into the house, slamming the half-open door of the west room.

Yang Huazhong paused, obviously startled by the sudden noise.

"The wind is so strong that the door is broken. I'll go fix it."

Yang Ruoqing deliberately spoke in a calm tone, rushed to the door of the west room in two steps, put her hand on the door and prepared to push it open. As a result, she found that the door could not be pushed open at all, as if someone or something was blocking it from behind.

Eh? That's really weird.

"What's wrong, Qing'er? Can't open the door?" Yang Huazhong also noticed something unusual and came to Yang Ruoqing. He put his hand on the door and pushed it hard.

The door didn't move.

"What's going on?" Yang Huazhong's face showed all kinds of speculations and confusion.

Yang Ruoqing was also thinking about this problem.

If it was a modern anti-theft door, it would most likely be locked from the inside if it was hit by the wind, but this is an ancient wooden door with a bolt at the back that needs to be inserted manually.

"I'll go take a look at the window to see if something was blown down from behind and blocked it." Yang Huazhong muttered to himself, turned around and left the main room to go to the west room window.

At the door of the west room, Yang Ruoqing stared at the door.

The gap in the door was a little bit big. She bent down and looked inside through the gap, but all she saw was darkness.

Yang Ruoqing took a breath and quickly took two steps back.

Under normal circumstances, you can see the scene inside the room behind the door through the crack in the door. If you can't see it, it means there is something blocking the door.

What is this black shadow?

A stool that was blown over by the wind?

Or... a person's trouser legs? The kind of trouser legs that are worn with black trousers?

"No, there's nothing behind the door. How can I open it?"

Yang Huazhong muttered to himself and strode back to the main room.

"Qing'er, please move aside. Let me try again." Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Ruoqing stepped aside.

Yang Huazhong spat into the palms of his hands, rubbed them together, and then used both palms to push against the door with all his might...

Yang Ruoqing was watching from the side and saw that the veins on Yang Huazhong's forehead were bulging. It was obvious that her father had really put all his strength into pushing the door open, without holding back at all!

But the problem is, this door doesn't fit together at all and doesn't move at all, as if it's welded to the entire wall!

"This is really weird. There is nothing blocking it from behind, so why can't I push it open?" Yang Huazhong was so tired that he was out of breath and was helped aside by Yang Ruoqing.

"Dad, forget it. Maybe I accidentally hung the bolt on the door!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huazhong asked, "Is it such a coincidence?"

Yang Ruoqing said, "Anything is possible. Let Xiao Hei kick the door open. We shouldn't kick it. If it breaks, we can blackmail him. Haha."

"Hey," Yang Huazhong also laughed dryly.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Dad, we have seen Ye, let's go!"

"Well, let's go."

Yang Ruoqing helped Yang Huazhong leave, and before leaving, she turned her head and glanced behind the door of the west room.

There's a light behind the crack in the door?

Has the thing that was blocking it been removed?

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed behind the door, and it seemed as if someone had moved forward and stood behind the door, with his legs in black pants pressed tightly against the crack of the door...

Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath. Damn, this old house of Old Wang is really weird. Let’s get out of here! (End of this chapter)