Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Enjoy this moment

Mentioning Lao Yangtou's "flexible and stretchable" character, Yang Huaming also looked helpless.

"Our father has become a piece of hob meat now. There is nothing we can do about him. If the old five hears those words before, he will probably be punished." Yang Huaming said again.

Yang Huazhong said: "So we have to keep these words a secret, we can't let the fifth room hear it, whoever hears it will be punished."

Yang Huaming nodded: "Third Brother, don't worry, I'm not one of those gossips. By the way, I have an idea, which is a bit ridiculous. I don't dare to tell Third Brother..."

Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Huaming, "What's wrong with me? Don't hesitate like a woman, tell me quickly."

Yang Huaming glanced at the door, making sure that no outsiders came to visit the door that night, so he pulled the stool a little closer to Yang Huazhong's side, and whispered his thoughts.

"...After you left, third brother, I talked to my father for a while. The more I listened to the words, the less tasteful I was. I kept talking about defending the old Zhang family, and I felt sorry for Mrs. Huang. You said that our father is already at this age, isn't it so absurd?"

Yang Huazhong was pouring tea, when he heard Yang Huaming's words suddenly, his fingers trembled, and the tea in the teapot almost poured onto his hands.

He hurriedly put the teapot aside, and stared at Yang Huaming: "What are you talking about, my father is 73, there is nothing you can say!"

Yang Huaming grinned awkwardly: "Third brother, this man is different from a woman, as long as he can walk and support the wall, he will not die if he puts his mind to it.

There is a saying that hooligans don’t care about their age. In the past few years when I was wandering outside, I often went to brothels to eat flower wine.

Be good, I met a lot of old guys, my grandson supported me, I threw out a bag of money, tsk tsk, girls of fifteen or sixteen rushed over to serve me..."

Yang Huazhong waved his hands with disgust on his face: "Okay, okay, don't mention those ridiculous things you used to do to me, they are all bad things, forget about them!"

"Third brother, I don't want to remember it forever. Speaking of which, I want you to understand that those extravagant thoughts have nothing to do with age!"

Yang Huazhong's face was tense, and he poured tea in a muffled voice, gulping down his tea, his eyes thoughtful.

When he drank the bowl in one breath, he put the empty bowl on the table heavily, "I hope you think too much, if he really has those ridiculous thoughts, I will sever the father-son relationship with him!"

……

In the morning, it was raining lightly, and it was a bit cold. Most of the villagers stayed at home, and there were few people outside.

Old Yangtou is a restless old man, he has to go out for a walk every day, no, when the rain subsides a little, he puts on a bamboo hat and pushes a wheelchair out of the house.

He came under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, and saw a woman standing under the maple tree, holding a broken umbrella in her hand, cursing with her eyes closed facing the road at the entrance of the village.

Old Yang stopped silently not far away and looked at the woman scolding, every wrinkle on his face showed deep pity and loss.

For as long as Mrs. Huang scolded, Old Yangtou watched from not far away. When Mrs. Huang finished scolding and was tired and planned to go home, she turned around and saw Old Yangtou sitting not far away and watching quietly. she.

Huang was stunned for a moment, her eyes flustered and her face filled with guilt.

I don't know how long this damn old thing has been listening here?

Although the old lady didn't mention her name, everyone knew who was being scolded. This old man shouldn't be embarrassing himself, right?
Thinking of this, Xiangziniang took a deep breath, turned her face away, pretended not to see Lao Yang, and walked straight back.

When passing by Lao Yangtou, he suddenly heard Lao Yangtou calling her.

"Nephew and daughter-in-law."

Huang was stunned for a moment, is this old man calling himself?
"What?" She stopped and asked angrily.

Old Yang looked at Mrs. Huang with gentle eyes, and said earnestly, "Don't come out to scold when it's raining. You won't be able to hear the scolding. It's your body that gets hurt in the rain."

Huang was stunned, she thought the old man was trying to embarrass her, but it sounded like he cared about her?
"Fuck, you old bastard, don't cry with this cat and pretend to be merciful. It's none of your business if I get sick and die in the rain? Don't you look at those juniors of your old Yang family who bully everyone, if they didn't cooperate If you come together to bully our old Zhang's family, my Xiangzi will not be imprisoned in the back mountain. You old bastard pretends to be kind, so I don't appreciate your kindness. Pooh..."

Mrs. Huang spat on the ground, cursed and left.

Lao Yang turned his wheelchair around and looked at Huang's figure walking away, without the slightest bit of anger from being scolded on his face.

On the contrary, his eyes narrowed, and something vivid flashed through the eyes that had been muddy for many years, as if he was enjoying Huang's cursing.

……

In the next few days, when the women washing starch in the pond at the entrance of the village and the men carrying water are the most, Huang will definitely appear there, sitting there with a small horse tie, eyes closed, and scolding.

Everyone is no longer surprised, they treat her as a lunatic and ignore her.

At the entrance of the village, there was also a figure. Whenever Mrs. Huang started the second sentence, that person would appear on time, and listened patiently to the whole process. Only when Mrs. Huang went home, did that person leave.

That's right, that person is Lao Yangtou.

All of this cannot escape the keen eyes of the villagers.

"Ms. Huang is here to scold again. I don't know if old Yang will come to listen."

In the early morning of this day, Huang's started again, and a washing woman nearby touched the arm of another woman next to her and asked in a low voice.

Before the words were finished, there was the creaking sound of the wheelchair from the other side of the village, and then, Lao Yangtou appeared.

The woman who spoke couldn't help covering her mouth and laughing, "This old man is really interesting, he comes here every day to listen to it, do you think this is an opera?"

The other woman couldn't stop laughing: "Ms. Huang is scolding the third and fifth rooms of the old Yang family. Isn't this old man annoyed when he listens to this every day?"

"Annoyed ass, if annoyed, he would have started scolding, you see, he listened with gusto, he really took it as a play!"

"What's this old man thinking? Why isn't he annoyed when others scold his juniors like this? How open-minded is he!"

"I don't think he is open-minded. I think he is here for Mrs. Huang."

"Why do you say that?"

"Look, he is looking at Huang Shi without blinking, there is no anger in his eyes, and he is smiling, as if he is trying to curry favor with Huang Shi."

"No way? Isn't that an old coward?"

"Hey, you guys don't understand. Mrs. Huang heard that she sang with the village troupe for several years when she was a girl in her natal family. Maybe this old man likes her voice."

The women whispered and laughed secretly, but Old Yang didn't know it, he was still immersed in his own wonderful world, really enjoying this moment every morning.

(End of this chapter)