Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1817 Rolling eyes with anger (three more)

Old Yang said: "Just say a few words less, don't you think this house is not messy enough!"

Mrs. Tan shut her mouth with a hum, and Old Yang stuffed the tobacco stick into his mouth again.

Yang Ruoqing turned her eyes and made a sound.

"Fourth uncle, you just said that your carriage was borrowed by third brother? Then do you know where he borrowed it from?" she asked.

Yang Huaming said: "He seems to say that he is going to the town to buy something."

"Oh!" Yang Ruoqing nodded and stopped asking.

Mrs. Tan raised her head, "No wonder the door is locked, it really is going out for a while!"

"Leave the child to us, and go out to roam around by yourself, it's really a good life!" Tan Shi said.

Old Yang said, "Who is to blame? Hong'er's stomach recovered that day, and Yongzhi came to pick up the child. I asked you to return the child, but you didn't listen."

"I have to cure Chen Jinhong, this is fine, but I didn't succeed, and I'm tired, now it's up to you!" Old Yang turned his head away, ignoring Tan.

Tan rolled her eyes angrily.

Suddenly, she stood up, "My old lady has lived for decades, I don't believe she can't control that vixen Chen Jinhong!"

"Qing'er, help me to the front yard!"

……

When Yang Ruoqing came back from Lao Yang's house to deliver food, she saw Mrs. Sun standing there looking around as soon as Yang Ruoqing entered the yard.

"Why did it take so long to deliver breakfast? It's almost time to cook lunch." Mrs. Sun took the empty basket and asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled mysteriously: "Mom, today I finally understand the meaning of the phrase 'Ginger is old and spicy'."

"Ah? What do you mean?" Sun's face was blank.

Yang Ruoqing whispered a few words close to Sun's ear.

After listening, Sun couldn't help but smile.

"Oh my god, your grandma, she..."

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Sister-in-law San fights with me, both of them are masters, this is the pinnacle duel of masters, it's exciting, even more exciting than the big plays in the village!"

Mrs. Sun shook her head, her face full of emotion: "These rectification methods are only something your grandma can think of."

"However, Jin Hong is also rare and powerful. Our daughters-in-law have been in Lao Yang's family for more than ten years, and we dare not make waves under your grandma's hands. Jin Hong is not ordinary!" the woman tsk-tsk.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, and walked into the yard holding Mrs. Sun's arm.

He said to Sun: "Anyway, we are all melon-eating people, watching the excitement, whatever they want to do, let's just watch it for fun!"

On the way from Qingshui Town to Changping Village, the rain stopped, and Chen Jinhong got out of the carriage and sat side by side with Yang Yongzhi.

"Come on, Yongzhi, open your mouth, ah..."

Yang Yongzhi opened his mouth, and Chen Jinhong stuffed a piece of orange into Yang Yongzhi's mouth.

"Is it sweet?" Chen Jinhong asked.

Yang Yongzhi held the horse's rein in his hand, and nodded quickly when he heard the words: "Sweet."

"Hehe, I said that this kind of orange has no other flavors except sweetness, right? How about it, your wife, am I good at handling things?" Chen Jinhong asked with a smile.

Yang Yongzhi grinned and nodded again.

Chen Jinhong raised her eyebrows triumphantly, turned her head away, picked up a piece of sugar cane with peeled off the skin and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, he took a big bite of sugar cane and chewed it in his mouth.

Swallow the sweet water down and spit the remaining bagasse all the way back.

In the distance, the shadow of Changping Village can be seen.

After going out to play for a long time, and now returning to the village, all the troubles that had been left behind for the time being suddenly became clear.

Yang Yongzhi asked Chen Jinhong who was beside him worriedly: "We haven't been to ask Hong'er for several days, and now we are hiding in the town to play. If grandma finds out, will they scold us?"

Chen Jinhong rolled her eyes, then spat out the bagasse wrapped in her mouth.

"Scream? Why?" she asked.

"Are we prisoners? Have we signed a deed of sale to the old Yang family?" She asked again.

Yang Yongzhi said: "What about their old Yang's family? It's our old Yang's family..."

"Bah!" Chen Jinhong spat.

"My father is just my daughter. When we got married, it was written in black and white that you, Yang Yongzhi, would marry into our Chen family."

"If it wasn't for my family's unlucky situation and being completely burned down by a fire, I would have come to this poor village with you to live under the fence?"

As Chen Jinhong was talking, she remembered the picture of living with her parents in the shop in the town, loved by her parents, and cared for by several senior brothers.

Yang Yongzhi panicked when he saw Chen Jinhong crying.

"Jin Hong, why are you crying? I didn't bully you, so stop crying," he said.

Raising his hand, he awkwardly wiped away her tears.

Chen Jinhong cried more and more fiercely.

"Hong'er was originally a seed of our Chen family, and you are also a member of our Chen family. Originally, we could inherit my father's shop and contacts and start a business."

"You are the shopkeeper, I am the proprietress, and Hong'er is the young master,"

"What a wonderful life we ​​live in the town, and we can have two servants over to take care of it."

"Look at today, our family of three lives in a small house the size of a palm, and I have to empty the urine bucket for your grandma every day and serve your grandma."

"I haven't even combed my mother's hair once, but I have combed your grandma's hair so many times,"

"Your grandma is an old lady, and her hair smells like a coffin board. Every time I brush her hair, I can't eat. Am I easy?"

Chen Jinhong complained, feeling like she couldn't finish talking for three days and three nights.

The tears were even more like a flood that opened the floodgates, endlessly splashing.

Yang Yongzhi drove the carriage, bowed his head, and listened silently.

When Chen Jinhong was almost finished, Yang Yongzhi raised his head and glanced at her, full of guilt.

"Jin Hong, I'm sorry, I made you suffer." He muffled.

Chen Jinhong sniffled her nose, "Right now we are living under the fence, with no money or power, and no one to help us, so we can only lie on our stomachs like a dog."

"I'm not afraid of others bullying me. The most chilling thing for me is that you can't be tough."

"Your brothers, uncles, and your grandma taught me that when it's time for you to stand up for me, you can't be cowardly!" Chen Jinhong said finally.

Yang Yongzhi thought about it seriously, and then nodded vigorously: "I will protect you, but if you are really wrong, I can't cover it..."

"Whether right or wrong, you have to protect me!" Chen Jinhong interrupted Yang Yongzhi.

"Because I am your daughter-in-law, your son's mother, and the woman who wants to spend the rest of your life with you!" she said.

Yang Yongzhi looked distressed.

Wrong also protect?That's not good?

Yang Yongzhi gasped when his arm hurt.

It turned out that Chen Jinhong pinched him.

"You have to protect me and support me, do you hear me?" She pressed again.

Yang Yongzhi nodded with difficulty, "Okay!"

Chen Jinhong smiled triumphantly, and then gnawed on the small half of sugarcane left in her hand.

When she was about to reach the village, Chen Jinhong carried her bulging bag back to the carriage behind.

I muttered in my heart, the package is full of bought snacks, it would be bad to be begged when people see it.

As soon as he entered the village, passing by the old maple tree, Yang Yongzhi suddenly stopped the carriage.

"Why don't you leave?" Chen Jinhong lifted the curtain of the car and asked forward.

"Meet my sister-in-law, say hello to my sister-in-law." Yang Yongzhi turned to Chen Jinhong who was behind him.

(End of this chapter)