Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 2591 OK or not? (three more)
"Oh, is the fourth son of the Yang family good or bad?"

"A few years ago, it must have been impossible. Didn't Mrs. Liu complain several times in the village!"

"Then it's all right now, with a young wife, I guess there's nothing wrong with Mrs. Liu, hahaha..."

The crowd laughed.

Yang Ruoqing and Zhao Liu'er squeezed in from among these people, hearing these words around them, they were really full of black lines.

These women, one by one, really dare to think and speak!

Too lazy to argue with them, Yang Ruoqing dragged Zhao Liu'er into Lao Yang's house.

In the backyard of Lao Yang's house, Liu's screams came from the West Wing.

Crying and cursing, Jin took Fu'er to look around the door, except for the rest of the old Yang's family, all gathered around the door of the east room opposite.

Yang Yongxian, Yang Yongzhi, Yang Yongqing, etc...

Compared to the West Room, the East Room is eerily quiet.

Is this the calm before the storm?

Yang Ruoqing was thinking in her heart, and she quickened her pace and walked towards the east room.

As soon as he walked to the door of the East House, he heard a crisp sound of 'bang' from inside, which should be the teacup being smashed to the ground.

Zhao Liu'er, who was following Yang Ruoqing, paused, "Qing'er, I still won't go in, I'll just wait outside."

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced at Zhao Liuer, without forcing her, "Yeah."

Then she turned around and entered the east room by herself.

In the east room, Mrs. Tan sat on the bed, and Yang Huamei sat beside the bed.

On the ground in front of the bed, there were two people kneeling.

Two ragged men and women.

One is Yang Huaming, and the other is Xiaojuan who is pregnant with Liujia, the maid of the Yang family in Yuncheng.

In front of Yang Huaming, Old Yang stood there with his head turned away. The old man's body was stiff and his expression was invisible.

Yang Huazhong stood beside Old Yang, but stared angrily at Yang Huaming who was kneeling on the ground. The man clenched his fists with both hands.

Beside Yang Huaming, the teacup was broken, and on his back, the tea mixed with the tea from the previous night hung all over his body.

Yang Huaming knelt there, drooping his head, choking with sobs and said: "Father, you should kill your son, he is obsessed with ghosts, and he was brainwashed by Yang Wenxuan to do such stupid things..."

"Father, when I came back this trip, my son didn't think about living. I just ask you to take Xiaojuan and her son for the sake of what we have done in our life as a father and son."

"She is pregnant with her son's baby, son's own flesh and blood, as long as father can take them in, even if the son dies, Jiuquan will still be smiling, because I finally have a descendant..."

As soon as Yang Ruoqing came in, she heard Yang Huaming's words.

Immediately, he frowned, fourth uncle is retreating to advance?

Sure enough, it was not only Yang Ruoqing who was unhappy with Yang Huaming's words, but also other people who had grown ears and could think normally.

"Fourth, what do you mean by that? You keep saying that you know you're wrong, so why are you still talking about life and death like this?"

Yang Huazhong asked in a deep voice.

"Are you deliberately threatening your life? Are you threatening our parents to take them in?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Yang Huaming raised his crying face and looked at Yang Huazhong pitifully.

"Third Brother, I didn't mean that..."

"Then what do you mean?" Yang Huazhong interrupted Yang Huaming and asked again.

"As a man, a man who is old at the top, young at the bottom, and has a wife in the middle,"

"You shouldn't be messing around outside!"

"You eloped with someone else's girl, and you are pregnant with your baby without a name or title. You have harmed others to this extent, and you dare not take up this responsibility and leave the responsibility to our parents to help you raise it? "

"What are you going to do by yourself?"

"To die?"

"Can death solve everything?"

"Have you ever thought about those girls of yours being Kang boys? Have you ever thought about the child in Xiaojuan's stomach?"

"You don't know what's wrong, or you are pretending to be pitiful on purpose, threatening your parents with death, intimidating them, so that your parents will forgive you and not pursue your fault!"

"Fourth, you are too hypocritical and selfish. You are desperate, and you still play tricks with us and tell these lies. Is it interesting?" Yang Huazhong shook his head, stood aside, and didn't want to say anything more.

Old Yang also turned around slowly, lowered his head and looked at him kneeling on the ground in front of him, weeping bitterly, as embarrassed as a beggar's fourth son.

A line of old tears welled up from the old man's eyes, but his weather-beaten face was full of disappointment.

Deeply, disappointed.

"Your third brother's words are also what I want to say," the old man said in a deep voice.

"Since your third brother has spoken out for me, I won't waste my words." The old man said again.

Yang Huaming panicked, he grinned and wailed loudly, his crying once overwhelmed Mrs. Liu who was in the opposite west room.

"Father, mother, third brother, I was wrong, I was obsessed with ghosts, I only believed that bastard Yang Wenxuan when my brain was flooded, I was wrong, I deserve to die, I really deserve to die!"

"Yang Wenxuan?" Old Yang snorted coldly, "You still have the face to mention Yang Wenxuan? Go and find out, that Nizi was beheaded by the government at Caishikou."

"Why? He strangled the old man to death!" said the old man.

Yang Huaming's face turned pale with shock, and he exchanged a glance with Xiaojuan beside him, both of them were full of horror.

Yang Huaming suddenly raised his hands and slapped his own face, making a crackling sound.

While beating himself, he still shouted: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"

The corners of the eyes of people inside and outside the house were twitching.

Lao Yang shouted, "Enough!"

Just now Yang Huaming stopped, raised his dirty face dripping with tears, nosebleeds and snot, and looked at Old Yang.

Old Yang said: "According to my temperament, this family will definitely not want you again, and I don't want your son either."

"only……"

Old Yang glanced at Xiaojuan, especially when he saw Xiaojuan's big belly, the old man's face showed doubts.

"Mei'er, take Xiaojuan to find a room to rest first. It seems that she has been hungry for a while, so get something to eat first."

Old Yang ordered.

Yang Huamei originally didn't want to help anyone and everything related to Yang Huaming.

However, because Xiaojuan's arrival would make Liu Shi, who had not had time to leave the old Yang's house on the opposite side, respond, Yang Huamei felt particularly refreshed.

"Okay, I'll take Xiaojuan to dinner now."

Yang Huamei said, she happily got up and helped Xiaojuan up.

Xiaojuan looked at Yang Huaming inquiringly, and Yang Huaming said, "You and my sister go out first."

Xiaojuan gave Yang Huamei a grateful look just now, then walked towards the door of the east room with her head lowered.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly stopped the two of them, "Gun, you'd better call my third sister-in-law to go over together, lest my fourth aunt get mad and come to trouble Xiaojuan."

Yang Ruoqing thought for a while and added: "The main reason is that Xiaojuan is pregnant, if something happens, it will not be good for our old Yang family!"

(End of this chapter)