Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 327 is definitely stimulated (one more)

"Mother, for so many years, co-authoring us is such a weight in your heart?"

Yang Huazhong asked in a deep voice, and the man's face was distressed.

He pointed to Wang Cai who was eating dumplings with his tail wagging again: "Wang Cai, you are reluctant to touch it, but you are so cruel to my son and daughter!"

"Okay, very good!"

"In the future, you will not have a son like me, nor do I have a mother like you!"

As soon as Yang Huazhong said this, the expression of the old Yangtou on the side changed greatly.

He was about to open his mouth, but Mr. Tan jumped three feet from the ground.

"I married my daughter-in-law and forgot my mother. I knew you were such a wolf-hearted person. You should have been crushed to death in the urinal when you were born..."

Tan scolded, vicious words, and greeted him like a bean.

Yang Huaan and Yang Huazhou were both there to persuade him, and Yang Huaming also stuck his head out of the room with his tied hands.

Yang Huazhong stood there with a taut face, motionless.

No matter how the side persuaded him, he had the same expression.

Yang Ruoqing was so excited when she saw her father like this.

Dad finally woke up!

Too man!

In this way, he was protected by his own father under his wings and fought against Lao Yang's family.

Yang Ruoqing felt that she was no longer fighting alone.

A strong back-up team filled her with strength.

Suddenly, Dad turned his head, his eyes collided with hers.

"Qing'er, go back to the house and bring those things in your mother's dustpan!" Yang Huazhong instructed.

Yang Ruoqing came over knowingly, her eyes lit up.

"it is good!"

She turned around and ran back to the backyard.

After a while, he ran back, holding a pile of shoe fabrics and soles in his hands.

"Dad, here it is!" she panted.

Yang Huazhong nodded, "Go back!"

"okay!"

Yang Ruoqing held the pile of things and shoved them directly into Tan's hands.

More than half of it fell to the ground, and Yang Ruoqing didn't bother to pick it up, so she ran back to Yang Huazhong and stood beside her.

Seeing the shoe fabric that was sent back, Mr. Tan was so angry that he smoked.

"What do you mean? What do you mean?"

Tan's wow wow.

Yang Huazhong said coldly, "My daughter-in-law's hand will only work for my son and daughter from now on."

"Meier's dowry embroidery work, mother, you can worry about it yourself!"

Tan was so angry that he almost fainted!

"Father Meier, why don't you talk? The third child is an unfilial son, he temporarily picks up his son..."

Tan stomped his heels and asked the old man to ask for help.

Old Yang's face turned pale.

He let out a breath of turbid breath and said to Yang Huazhong, "You can't write two Yang characters in one stroke. Are you trying to make a clean break with us, third child?"

Yang Huazhong frowned and said nothing.

"Everything is prosperous in the family and everything. In this matter, both parties are at fault."

Old Yang continued.

"I don't punish Fatty either, and you don't have to pay for dumplings..."

"Looking back, I asked the fifth to invite the old village doctor to give Daan an ear."

"Dad Meier, are you crazy? Admit to them?" Mrs Tan called out.

Old Yang glared at him with a tiger's head.

"Are you finished, old lady? I'll leave you if you talk more!"

"What?"

Tan's eyes almost popped out.

"My mother followed you when she was 15 years old, and she never lived a good life for giving birth to your children."

"It's all this old, you immortal, you want to divorce me? I, I don't live anymore..."

Mr. Tan threw the shoe fabric in his hand to the ground, and hit the old locust tree in the yard with one end...

Yang Huazhou's eyes were quick and his hands were fast, and he was lazy and hugged Mrs Tan.

In Yang Huazhou's arms, Mrs Tan kicked and cursed.

Old Yang was so angry that his face turned the color of pig liver, and his beard was shaking.

"Crazy woman, really crazy woman..."

"Old fifth, take your mother back to the house, and be ashamed of this!" Lao Yang's head was still roaring.

Suddenly, Tan stopped struggling.

She tilted her head back, her eyes rolled up, and her upper and lower jaws collided.

There was a sour 'giggle...' sound.

"Father, something is wrong with my mother..."

Yang Huazhou shouted.

Old Yang was stunned for a moment, and hurried to the front of Mr. Tan.

At this moment, Mr. Tan twitched all over, his hands and feet trembled, just like playing the piano.

From that mouth, foam spurted out.

Under the buttocks, the urine is also dripping...

"Oh, it's incredible, your mother is smoking horns!"

Old Yang shouted, took off the shoes on his feet and stuffed them into Mrs Tan's mouth.

"Fifth, hurry up and carry your mother to the bed."

"Boss, go ask the old village doctor..."

There was chaos in the yard.

The four Yang Huazhong stood in the yard with solemn expressions.

Looking at the East House, which was fried into a pot of porridge, Mr. Sun was worried.

"Dad Qinger, do we want to go in and take a look? How can we help?" She asked softly.

Yang Huazhong was silent.

Obviously contradicting.

Yang Ruoqing was also looking at the East House, her brows slightly wrinkled.

The 'horn wind' in Lao Yang's mouth is a local dialect.

Tan's real situation should be epilepsy, right?

Epilepsy is a chronic disease of the cerebral nervous system, some are congenital hereditary, and some are later lesions.

It doesn't matter what kind of Tan family, the sudden convulsion at this time is definitely stimulated.

The temper is too high, the mentality is not good, and the body has hidden dangers.

So it became like this!

"Father Qing'er, why don't we just stand outside like this? The old village doctor will come..." Mr. Sun whispered again.

Yang Huazhong frowned more and more tightly.

"Then go in and see!"

After all, it was his own mother, lying half-dead inside.

As a son, how can you bear to leave like this?

The man was about to move his steps when a figure blocked them.

At first glance, it was Yang Ruoqing.

"Father, mother, I won't stop you from entering the house."

"But I'm worried that my grandmother will see you, and it will be more irritating, and it will be more detrimental to the condition..."

Originally, Tan's illness was caused by Lao Yang's head yelling at half.

The other half is the conflict with their three rooms.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's analysis, Yang Huazhong stopped.

"My daughter is right, Qing Erniang, let's not enter the house, just wait at the door!" Yang Huazhong said.

Mr. Sun nodded and supported Yang Huazhong to stand under the window of the East Room.

Here, Yang Ruoqing was afraid that her father would be tired after standing for a long time.

Pushed the wheelchair in the past.

"Qing'er, you take Da An back first. You haven't had breakfast yet, so let's put your stomach on it first."

Mrs Sun told Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing' ah. ' With a sound, he pulled Da An and turned back to his house.

I packed a bowl of dumplings for the two younger brothers, except for Xiao An who was young and ignorant, and ate them with relish.

Neither she nor Daan have the heart to eat.

Da An frowned, looking worried.

"Sister, can my milk be cured?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the guilt in his eyes.

Sigh secretly.

He is also a kind boy.

"Good people don't live long, and disasters leave a thousand years." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Don't worry, milk's life is hard!" she said.

Daan lowered his head, "That's good."

Looking at Daan's chopsticks pulling the dumplings, he frowned.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you eat it? Dumplings are not to your taste?"

(End of this chapter)