Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3397 has a plan
"Why are you yelling? Why are you scolding? I am running around for this family, using a curtain to be stepped on by people's shoes. Can't you give me a peaceful life?"

Yang Huaming glared at Mrs. Liu and roared.

Liu was stunned for a moment, and then turned her gun on Yang Huaming.

"Ha, what you said is funny, you don't have any idea who you are running around for?"

"You are for the vixen in that house, and your old man."

"Our girls are all raised by Chen Biao, and we haven't received a penny from you during the Chinese New Year, let alone your face being trampled into a shoe sole,"

"Even if someone wipes your ass, you deserve it. If you let the vixen lick it for you, my old lady hasn't spent a penny on you for a long time. Don't complain to my old lady, I'm sorry!"

Mrs. Liu started the mocking mode. Recently, because Xiaojuan successfully gave birth to her son, Mrs. Liu was hit hard.

She locked herself in the house for several days and did not go out to visit the village. After several days of retreat, she finally came out.

Everyone thought that Mrs. Liu would be worried about her family status from now on, and became cautious, but it didn't matter.

Liu has been practicing his 'sarcasm' skills during this period of retreat.

This time, Yang Huaming started to mock him again, every word, every sentence hit Yang Huaming's sore spot.

Yang Huaming was so angry that he couldn't speak, so he could only lift his leg and kick the door next to him.

The side door connected the main room in the front yard and the back yard, it was relatively thin, and it was quite old.

Kicked so hard by Yang Huaming, a hole was made directly under the door, and one of Yang Huaming's feet got stuck there, and he couldn't pull it out.

He exerted all his strength again, and it was over, not to mention a large piece of his trousers was torn off, and a large piece of skin was rubbed off his ankle, which was burning and painful.

"Ouch, you dead woman!"

Yang Huaming grinned his teeth in pain, and supported the door to fight trapped beasts.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Liu sneered with the corners of her mouth open: "It deserves it!"

Then he turned around and ran back to the Westinghouse, closing the door behind him.

Yang Huaming was trembling with anger.

The noise here alarmed the east room, and Lao Yang ran out, seeing this situation, he hurried over.

"It's fine, just a few quarrels are enough, why take it out on the door? This door has been ups and downs for more than ten years, it's a pity, it's a pity..."

Lao Yang had a headache and cherished every plant and tree in the house, and he kept blaming Yang Huaming, while leaning down to help Yang Huaming get rid of his feet.

The father and son spent all their efforts to pull out the foot, and Lao Yang stayed and squatted there looking at the broken door, thinking about how to fix it.

Yang Huaming limped and limped back to Xiaojuan's room.

In the room, Xiao Juan was lying on the bed with her back to Yang Huaming, feeding the dog egg.

Xiaojuan also heard the movement outside clearly.

She hugged Goudan with one hand, and gently stroked Goudan's small body with the other, without making a sound.

After entering the door, Yang Huaming sat down on the edge of the bed, cursed and pulled his trousers to check his injuries.

The sudden movement frightened Goudaner on the bed, the child twitched violently, let go of the nipple and began to cry.

Xiaojuan quickly sat up and hugged the child gently in her arms. Yang Huaming was even more disturbed when he heard the child crying and the pain in his own feet.

"Tell him not to cry, it's too loud!" he said.

Xiaojuan gave Yang Huaming an aggrieved look, and said, "A child who is only 20 days old, even if you yell at him to death, he will still cry."

Yang Huaming said: "Cry, cry, cry, sooner or later he will cry to death."

That being said, the father and son are deeply affectionate. Yang Huaming glanced at the little face in Xiaojuan's arms that resembled his own. At this moment, it was red and distorted from crying, and suddenly felt distressed again.

"You breastfeed and coax me first, I won't make a sound," he said.

Xiaojuan buried her head in feeding the baby, while Yang Huaming got up, found some medicine powder on her ankles, and sat back on the bed.

"The thing about the nanny, it's too much, the Sun family is too damned to give me face." He said.

Hearing that the matter was so serious, Xiaojuan pretended to be a little disappointed on her face, but secretly elated in her heart.

It's enough to feed your own child with your own milk, why go to someone else's house to feed the child for that little money!

"You are Qing'er's fourth uncle, and you are related to them. Isn't that okay?" Xiaojuan asked pretending to be dissatisfied.

Yang Huaming snorted coldly.

"In the future, if there is any business in the Sun's family, such as barrows and pigs, please ask me to help, but I will not go." He said again.

Xiaojuan said: "Fourth brother, I know you are unhappy, listen to my advice, what happened in the past, let's continue to do the same in the future, don't forget, you and Chen Biao are now relying on Qing'er's restaurant to live Woolen cloth!"

Yang Huaming stiffened his neck: "What do you mean relying on? I'm his fourth uncle, it's the old Yang's property..."

Xiaojuan interrupted Yang Huaming: "It's true that you are her fourth uncle, but the restaurant was originally used as a dowry, and the third brother wrote it in black and white to let her marry into the Luo family. The restaurant is owned by the Luo family. Young."

Hearing Xiaojuan's words, Yang Huaming softened like a deflated ball.

"This kind of feeling of relying on others is really uncomfortable, useless, aggrieved." He said, and raised his fist and smashed the quilt under his body.

Xiaojuan looked at Goudan sleeping soundly in her arms, and said softly: "Doing things for others must be inferior to others, even my niece is no exception."

"At Lao Yang's house, she politely called you Fourth Uncle, which is also for your third brother's face."

"When you're outside, she's your boss. She can do whatever she wants, so what can you do?" Xiaojuan said.

"I used to be a servant girl for others. Both my parents were born in the Yang family of Yuncheng. Ever since I was born, I knew that I was destined to be a servant."

"Fourth brother, don't be discouraged, this person is destined."

"Because of our bastard, bear with it, don't tear yourself apart with the Sun family and Qing'er, it won't do us any good."

"You work hard in the restaurant, save some money for our dog, and let him go to school in the future,"

"Goudan is like you, so he must be smart. That dumb, fat guy who can't even see people clearly without glasses can be admitted to Juren,"

"Maybe we can do it too, it's only a matter of ten years, and our days will be over by then, no one is afraid!"

Xiaojuan's words made Yang Huaming see endless hope.

As if he had seen the day when his own son, Guangzong Yaozu, was the father of Juren, the old man.

"Thoughts and hardships come to the fore, Xiaojuan, don't worry, I figured it out, I have something to look forward to!"

Yang Huaming raised his head, his eyes lit up.

"Is your son asleep?" he asked.

Xiaojuan nodded.

Yang Huaming leaned over and carefully looked at the wrinkled little face in Xiaojuan's arms.

He became a father at the age of sixteen or seventeen, and now his eldest daughter, Yang Ruohe, is married.

But when he was 34 years old, almost 35 years old, he finally welcomed his own son.

The daughter is always someone else's family, and the son is his own, Yang Huaming always thinks so.

Looking at his son at this moment, he felt full of fighting spirit.

"Xiaojuan, I suddenly have a plan!"

(End of this chapter)