Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5222 The face is lost
After Huang's scolding, she put the pony under her arm and walked towards home as usual, and Lao Yang hurriedly pushed the wheelchair to follow.

Mrs. Huang walked a few steps, turned her head and stared at Old Yang: "You old bastard won't come back home, what are you doing with me? Are you going to die?"

Old Yang smiled, and said kindly, "Nephew and daughter-in-law, there is someone who is wronged, and it is someone else who bullies you, not me. I have no bad intentions for you."

Mrs. Huang turned around and spat hard on Old Yang's side.

"You old bastard, aren't the three and five houses of the Yang family all your descendants? They bullied our old Zhang family, and you still want to get rid of it?"

Old Yang smiled with a good temper: "Nephew and daughter-in-law, don't say that, I'm swollen with them too, if it was ten years ago, it definitely wouldn't be like this, now that I'm getting old and my legs I'm also lame, I can't hold them down, let you, the lame man, make your whole family feel wronged."

Huang's mouth curled up, viciously gouging out Old Yang's head, a little confused about what kind of medicine was sold in this old thing's gourd, so she came to talk softly to her.

"No matter what, you are a family, a nest of snakes and rats is not a good thing, stay away from me!"

After saying this, Huang turned around and ran away.

Old Yang called her twice, but she ignored her and ran even faster.

Lao Yang looked disappointed, and there was a feeling of worrying about gains and losses in his heart. He had this feeling when he was on a blind date with Tan Shi 50 years ago.

There will be no more in the next few decades, and now, at the age of seventy, it is actually found in Huang's body.

Old Yang was full of emotions, looked down at his legs, and sighed lightly, at this moment, he is so powerless!
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In the evening, Yang Huazhong came back from work and found Bao Suyun, Cao Bamei, Zhao Liuer, and even Yang Huamei were there.

The women sat around the table, all of them looking unhappy.

Seeing Yang Huazhong come back, Bamei Cao and Zhao Liuer got up and said goodbye.

Bao Suyun also found an excuse and left, leaving Yang Huamei to sit there with Mrs. Sun.

Yang Huazhong looked at the few who left, confused, "What's the matter? Why did several of them leave as soon as I came back? What are you talking about that is inconvenient for me to listen to?"

He walked towards the table, joking with Mrs. Sun and Yang Huamei.

Sun smiled and got up to pour tea for him.

Yang Huamei pulled a face, "Third brother, do you think our father has been blinded by eating lard? He is already very old, and the loess is buried up to the root of his neck. Why are there so many extravagances? My face , will be thrown away by him!"

Yang Huazhong looked confused, "What do you mean? What did our father do badly?"

The few of them gathered here before, were they all talking about this?

Yang Huamei raised her hand and patted her own face: "With my face, I really can't go out to meet people. These days, many people in the village are gossiping, saying that our father cares about that lame woman.

Mrs. Huang swears madly under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village every day, and our father is her listener, rain or shine, and he is smiling when he hears it, and he almost applauds her! "

Hearing these words from his own sister, Yang Huazhong felt that there was a thunderbolt on the sunny day, and his whole body was instantly petrified.

"Is there such a thing? Is it someone else's gossip or something? Some women in our village listen to wind and rain, and we can't just be led by their noses."

Yang Huazhong said that he felt that his words had no confidence.

People in the village like to gossip behind their backs, but it may not be without reason!

Yang Huazhong suddenly remembered what the fourth child said to him a few days ago, and his expression suddenly became ugly.

Mrs. Sun put the tea in front of him, and said softly: "This sweet-scented osmanthus told me that when she saw Mrs. Huang coming home, my father followed behind to deliver it, and even took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her."

"What?" Yang Huazhong's eyes widened, and his voice was rough.

Yang Huamei covered her face with her hands: "I don't have the face to face anyone."

Sun smiled wryly: "Osmanthus was worried that our father would scold Mrs. Huang. After all, Mrs. Huang sat under the maple tree every day and pointed at us and scolded us. I was overturned with my wheelchair, and I was about to smooth things over when I heard our father strike up a conversation with Mrs. Huang..."

"What did he say to her?" Yang Huazhong asked with a dark face, his voice was like thunder, and a cloud of dark clouds was covering his head.

Seeing him like this, Mrs. Sun shrank her shoulders, a little afraid to speak further.

"Say it!" Yang Huazhong urged in a deep voice.

Sun bit her lip and had no choice but to go all out.

"What our father said, there is not even a word of accusation, it's all words of appeasement and sympathy for the old Zhang's family..."

"boom!"

Yang Huazhong threw the tea bowl in his hand to the ground, and the tea bowl was broken into pieces.

Mrs. Sun was too frightened to speak any more, and stood aside, at a loss for what to do.

Yang Huamei got up and came to the table, and said sadly to Yang Huazhong who was sitting there trembling with anger: "Third brother, I just can't figure it out, our mother has been with our father's husband and wife for more than 50 years, our mother is not dead yet, our father Why are you spending so much time thinking about it?"

"He doesn't weigh himself. He is 73 years old. The old men in our village who are 70 years old and still alive can be counted on one hand. Others' old men are honest, why are they so old-hearted? Woolen cloth?"

"Mei'er, don't you understand? Men, they've always liked young people all their lives. My mother is already a 68-year-old old woman. My father has been tired of watching him for a lifetime."

Yang Huaming's voice suddenly sounded, and he walked in leisurely from the door with his hands behind his back.

"Fourth brother, our father is already like this, do you still have the heart to talk sarcastic?" Yang Huamei stomped at Yang Huaming, and scolded Yang Huaming angrily.

Yang Huaming said: "I didn't make sarcastic remarks. I had this bad premonition a few days ago. If you don't believe me, ask the third brother. I told the third brother at that time. I said that hooligans don't ask age. I'm afraid that if I have to spend my time thinking, the third brother also said that I was thinking about it, so this has come true, right?"

Yang Huamei looked at Yang Huazhong in surprise, intending to ask.

Yang Huazhong's expression gave her the answer.

This made Yang Huaming even more proud, as if he had instantly transformed from an old farmer who had achieved nothing into a prophet, saint, and prophet.

Yang Huamei couldn't understand Yang Huaming's complacent look the most, she curled her lips and said mockingly: "Fourth brother is indeed an expert, all the previous experience in the past has finally come in handy this time!"

Yang Huaming lowered his face and said with displeasure: "What are you doing? I'm a prodigal son, do you understand me?"

"Hey." Yang Huamei rolled her eyes.

The prodigal son turns around, he is middle-aged, has no skills, his wife and children are separated, and he is an old bachelor...

"Okay, okay, you two should say a few words less, we are thinking about our father's affairs now, I didn't see that your third brother looks like this!"

Mrs. Sun stood up to smooth things over, if she didn't mediate, the siblings might fight later.

　Dear friends, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, happy holiday!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)