Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1184
The eyes of everyone else on the table followed Yang Hua'an.

Yang Hua'an paused the chopsticks in his hand and looked up at Old Yang.

"Father, we haven't settled this matter yet, then, then you keep saying, who should we send?"

Yang Hua'an asked obediently.

Since the last time he was a thief and got the stolen goods, Yang Hua'an's arrogance has dwindled during this period of time.

Sit at the corner of the table when eating, and hide in your own room after eating.

The former friend of women, wherever he went, a bunch of women would strike up a conversation with him.

Going to the toilet in the yard now, and meeting old friend Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Liu would spit on him.

Mrs. Yang Hua'an pretended to be her grandson with her tail between her legs.

Hearing Yang Hua'an's words, Old Yang became even more angry.

"Boss, boss, tell me about you, what have you been thinking about all this f***ing boredom in the room?"

Old Yang said in a somewhat exasperated way.

"Water is everywhere at the moment, everyone is busy trying to control the water, every house has to convict strong men to serve in corvee, you don't know anything, you are a pig!"

Yang Hua'an was so scolded by old head Yang that he blushed and hung his head.

At the dinner table, Yang Huazhong made a sound to smooth things over.

"Father, you don't want to scold elder brother anymore. Since he hasn't thought about this matter, then you can always help him think about it, and who to send!" Yang Huazhong said.

Old Yang pondered for a while, and said: "Yongxian is a scholar, and he can be exempted from personal corvee. He still has to study, so he can't go."

"Those who can go, either your elder brother, or the kid..."

"Ouch……"

Before Old Yang could finish his sentence, Yang Hua'an, who was sitting well, suddenly rolled his eyes and slid from the dining table to under the table.

Lying on the ground, eyelids rolled up, mouth still spitting white foam.

The food he just ate dripped out from the corner of his mouth and stuck to the clothes on his chest, making a lot of dirt.

Everyone at the table was startled, and they hurriedly dragged Yang Hua'an out from under the table.

He was still twitching all over, and his teeth were rattling as they collided.

"Quick, put the shoe in his mouth, and beware of biting his tongue!"

Yang Ruoqing shouted.

Old Yang was looking for something in a panic, but Yang Huaming took off the shoes under Yang Huaan's feet and stuffed them into Yang Huaan's mouth.

Then everyone put Yang Hua'an on the rocking chair beside him, and pressed his hands and feet.

"Pinch people!"

Yang Ruoqing shouted again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Yang Huaming rolled up his sleeves and came forward. When his nails got stuck, the blood was pinched out.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips secretly, what's the name of the fourth uncle?

Public revenge?
Haha, she was almost bewildered by the fourth uncle who has become better now.

The former fourth uncle was a scoundrel who harmed a whole village. He has plenty of these little tricks!

Yang Hua'an quickly calmed down, but his lips looked like harelips.

"Father, what's the matter? Why am I lying here?"

Yang Hua'an asked with a blank face.

Old Yang's face was dark, and he said worriedly: "You are sick, you are suffering from epilepsy!"

"Ah? Why is this happening? I, I..."

He struggled to get up, but before he could stand up, his eyes darkened and he fell back down.

"Father, why can't I exert all my strength?" He asked.

Old Yang didn't pay attention to Yang Hua'an, but turned his head to Yang Huazhong who was beside him and said, "Let Jin go to serve in corvee, your big brother has a body like this, if he can't dig a few shovels, he will have to be sent back, what a hindrance!"

Yang Huazhong couldn't say anything more, so he nodded.

Old Yang turned his head and said to Yang Ruoqing: "The town is also flooded anyway, the restaurant can't make a living."

"Write down your second brother's name later and let him go."

Yang Ruoqing 'um'.

Suspicious eyes swept over Yang Hua'an.

Is the illness caused by the stick real or fake?

If it's fake, then this father is really weird.

……

After a busy day, all the corvee collection in Changping Village was settled.

Now, just wait for Mu Zichuan to come back, and then start digging the canal.

Yang Ruoqing's family is Yang Huazhong who meets the corvee standards.

Yang Ruoqing privately called Yang Huazhong aside.

"Father, digging canals is too tiring, so why don't you go, how about I spend some money in the village and hire someone to go for us?"

She discussed with Yang Huazhong.

She is not a saint, she also has her own selfishness.

If you don't go to corvee, it's the same to pay money, anyway, her family can afford the money.

Unexpectedly, when Yang Huazhong heard this, his head shook like a rattle.

"No, no, digging canals is something that will benefit future generations. Your father and I must participate and contribute!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing knew Yang Huazhong's character, so she just tried to persuade him.

I can't persuade you, and I won't force you.

"Okay, dad, you can dig."

……

After waiting for almost three days, all the manpower in the village has been summoned.

However, Mu Zichuan did not come back for a long time.

The villagers were all talking and guessing what was going on.

Yang Ruoqing comforted Yang Huazhong and Li Zheng, "Tang Yazi and I will go to the county town to find Mu Zichuan and see what's going on."

county seat.

After Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang worked hard, they finally found Mu Zichuan.

When he found Mu Zichuan, he was sitting in a room of a certain inn.

Sitting on a pile of peanuts, with a jug of wine on the side, drinking by himself, smiling wryly while shaking his head.

Then I poured myself so staggeringly that I lay down on the table crying and laughing.

"This guest officer has been like this for the past two days..."

The shopkeeper led the two to the door of Muzichuan's house, opened the door, pointed to the inside and said to the two.

"We are his friends, we can handle it, and you, the shopkeeper, can go to your own business."

Luo Fengtang dismissed the store manager there, while Yang Ruoqing went straight into the house.

She came to the table and took a look at the mess on the table, the wine jugs on the table tilted to and fro, and the strong smell of alcohol emanating from Mu Zichuan.

He frowned in disgust.

"Mu Zichuan, what are you doing? What are you doing?"

She slapped the table hard and scolded him loudly.

Mu Zichuan raised his head, his normally clear eyes were now scarlet.

He shook his head, recognized that the person standing in front of him was Yang Ruoqing, and was surprised.

"Sunny?"

"You, why are you here?" He asked, his voice was hoarse after a hangover.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing was furious.

"Why am I here? How dare you ask?"

She had her hands on her hips, and her eyes were about to pop out.

"Are you here to control the water? You have asked the imperial envoy for instructions like this?"

"Did you take water control seriously? Did you take the lives and property safety of the villagers seriously?"

"Before you leave, let us prepare manpower. Now men from several villages have been mobilized to dig canals."

"What about you? What are you doing? You bastard!"

(End of this chapter)