Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5173
"Where's Yongxian? Why did you hide in the house as soon as you came back? Come out for me!"

As soon as Lao Yangtou entered the main door of the old house, he immediately put on the majesty of the head of the family.

During these days when he was at home, he had accumulated countless anger and grievances, and today he was going to explode properly.

Yang Huazhong appeared at the door of the main room, his voice was a little hoarse: "Father, it's not that Yongxian won't come out, it's because he won't come out."

"What do you mean?" Lao Yang's mind went blank for a moment, and then he thought of something, and his face changed suddenly.

"Could it be that Yongxian is also lame and paralyzed?" He asked tremblingly.

If that's the case, what kind of unlucky year is this year?All the crippled and paralyzed were put up by Lao Yang's family?
"It's not paralyzed, it's injured. Dad, come in and see for yourself."

Yang Huazhong stepped aside immediately, and Lao Yang headed into the room and went straight to the bed.

Sure enough, he saw Yang Yongxian lying straight on the bed, covered with a quilt. The old man couldn't see what his body was like under the quilt, but the exposed head and face seemed to be asleep at first glance.

"Eternal Immortal? Eternal Immortal?"

Old Yang came to the bedside, calling Yang Yongxian's name, and looked at Yang Yongxian's face inch by inch.

Only then did Yang Yongxian discover the strangeness.

His face was frighteningly pale, without a trace of blood, and the corners of his lips were white.

There is a three-inch scar on his forehead. This scar seems to have been done recently, and it never existed before.

"My grandson, Yongxian, what's the matter with you? You should say something like a master!"

Old Yang tried his best to lean up, stretched out his hand, and stroked Yang Yongxian's slightly cold cheek inch by inch trembling.

In the cloudy eyes, old tears fell like broken beads on Yang Yongxian's face.

"What's going on here? My good grandson went to catch the exam. He was talking and laughing when he left. Why didn't he make any noise when he came back?"

"What's going on here? Third child, Yongjin, tell me!"

When the last question was asked, Old Yang almost roared out.

He yelled until the veins on his forehead popped out, and he looked like he was going crazy and wanted to eat people.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Yongjin looked at each other, their scalps shivered.

"Father and son of the Liao family ran into Yongxian and held a wedding ceremony by accident. Liao Mei was so angry that she smashed the candlestick and that's it." Yang Huazhong said truthfully.

Old Yang was dumbfounded, he froze there, trembling with anger, unable to speak a word for a long time.

"Liao Mei gave birth to this bastard. This is murder. Where is he? I want to kill him!"

After a long time, Lao Yang gritted out these words between his teeth, and his eyes were even more blood red, as if everything he saw was bloody and killing.

Yang Huazhong took a deep breath: "At that time, Liao Meisheng injured Yongxian, and he didn't get well. He was arrested by the government and locked up for more than ten days. He was beaten and punished."

"That bastard should be beheaded, with a dog's head!" Old Yang said, gnashing his teeth.

"Beat my Yongxian like this, I can't even wake up, that bastard will pay for his life! Where is he? Is he still in prison? I want to file a lawsuit and let him die!"

"Father, I went to the government to talk about this matter, and I didn't pursue it anymore, and the person was brought back. Now I'm back to Liaojia Village."

"What? What did you say?"

Old Yangtou roared so loudly that the tiles on the roof shook.

He raised his hand and slapped Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong's head was tilted to one side, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

"Papa Qinger!"

Sun exclaimed, rushed in front of Yang Huazhong, and pulled Yang Huazhong back, so that he would stay away from the old Yang's attack range.

Yang Huazhong was completely stunned.

Old Yang's yelling and cursing followed one after another: "You are a thing with your elbows turned outward, facing outsiders, you, are you still Yongxian's third uncle, or are you from our old Yang's family?"

"Look at Yongxian, he was beaten like a living dead by Liao Meisheng. You don't feel sorry for him, you don't stand up for him, and let the beating go unpunished. Do you still have any blood? Do you still have any family affection? "

Yang Huazhong finally came to his senses.

He stared coldly at the old Yang in front of him, without joy or sorrow, without any waves, just like staring at a stranger.

This look made the cursing words that Old Yang was about to utter stopped in his throat.

Then I heard Yang Huazhong say in a deep voice: "As a human being, you must distinguish right from wrong, and don't bind me with family affection and blood."

"Liao Meisheng's shots are not serious, but this matter is attributed to Yongxian's fault in the end."

"Every family has a girl, and every family has a girl. If it is my girl, if my girl is deceived like this, let alone beating someone, I won't even blink if I kill someone."

"What's more, Liao Meisheng has already been hit by a board and is in a big prison. Yongxian fell into a coma after hurting his head. Liao Meisheng was wounded all over his body, and he only has half his life left when he comes out of the prison."

"This matter, I think it's best to stop here. For other things, there is no need to delve into it, and I have no position to delve into it! Our Yongxian was wrong, it was wrong, and when he did something wrong, he would think of it. as a result of!"

Old Yang shook his head and pointed at Yang Huazhong: "You, you..."

"You" at the end, the old man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell down from the wheelchair.

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When Lao Yangtou woke up again, it was already three days later.

The old man opened his eyes and looked at the reddened and sunken eye sockets of the brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming in front of the bed, as well as the haggard faces of his grandchildren. The old man let out a long sigh.

"Yongxian...is he awake?" he asked.

Yang Huaming shook his head: "No."

Old Yang closed his eyes again, and two lines of muddy tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

"Father, don't be too pessimistic. Although the doctor didn't say when our Yongxian will wake up, at least our Yongxian is still alive. He is lying there, and he can pour soup and water into it, and he can eat and drink. Isn't there hope?"

Yang Huaming then comforted Old Yang, "So Dad, you must cheer up, let's wait patiently together until Yongxian wakes up."

Old Yang's fingers clasped the wood on the edge of the bed tightly, digging out scratches.

Seeing this, the Yang brothers didn't dare to make a sound.

After a while, Old Yang opened his eyes again.

"That's right, I can't die yet, as long as Yongxian still has breath, I will hang on to it."

"I'll wait until the day Yongxian wakes up, and I'll ask him face to face, why did he go to marry him? He is the eldest grandson of our old Yang family, and he carries the burden of glory of our entire old Yang family on his shoulders. How could he be so confused!"

Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming looked at each other, but they were speechless.

Yang Huazhong looked even more frustrated to the point of numbness.

Da'an is so outstanding, he is the number one scholar, and outsiders can't help but give a thumbs up when they mention this matter.

But why is dad here thinking of Yongxian to carry forward the glory of the old Yang family?

Isn't Da'an a descendant of Lao Yang's family?

Yang Huazhong shook his head, turned around and left the east room with heavy steps.

(End of this chapter)