Splendid peasant girl busy farming

5229 - Don't Eat

Seeing that Mrs. Huang not only didn't take the money bag, but looked straight at him, Old Yang's tone was a little eager.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Taking advantage of the fact that there is no one around, hurry up and take the money and go into the mountains. It will be troublesome if people see you later!"

Huang finally came back to his senses.

"Why are you so nice, old man? Are you trying to harm me? I don't want your money!"

She stuffed the money bag back, but Old Yang pushed the money bag back hard.

"Am I that kind of person? I'm 73, and I haven't had a good life for a few years. As for cheating you?"

Huang was stunned again.

Old Yang pushed the wheelchair back, "Go quickly, tell Xiangzi, let him go as far as possible, and don't come back if you don't play like a dog outside."

Huang looked at the old Yang head who was going away, and felt grateful in his heart.

The huge old Yang's family is full of bad things, this old man has not lost his conscience.

Weighing the purse in his hand, it was heavy.

Mrs. Huang couldn't help but tore the money bag open and took a look inside. My dear, there are pieces of silver and a few handfuls of copper coins. With this money, Xiangzi can settle outside for half a year without any problem.

Huang looked around, quickly put away the money bag, and put away the scattered axes and hammers, and then hurried to the mountain.

……

At noon that day, someone rushed to Yang Huazhong's house.

"It's not right in the middle. Today I went to collect firewood in the mountains, and saw that the room where Zhang Xiangzi was imprisoned was open, and there was no one in it..."

The visitor is a woodcutter in the village, who usually makes a living by collecting firewood.

At that time, Yang Huazhong's family was eating, and because it happened to be Yang Huazhong's birthday, Mrs. Sun killed a chicken, weighed the meat, and invited Lao Yangtou, Lao Suntou, and Blacksmith Luo to eat and drink.

When the woodcutter came to report the news, the wine jar had just been opened.

"What? Zhang Xiangzi isn't in there? You read that right?"

Yang Huazhong stood up and asked again.

Mrs. Sun, who was serving the dishes next to her, turned pale with shock.

Zhang Xiangzi disappeared, and all the woman thought about was the continuous safety...

"Why is this happening? Third, didn't you lock that place?" Blacksmith Luo asked in surprise.

Yang Huazhong said: "It's locked. It won't work, I have to check it out."

Yang Huazhong turned around to change his shoes, and Blacksmith Luo also stood up and said, "I think it's better to call a few more people to go together, maybe they can chase them back without running far."

Yang Huazhong didn't deny it, so Blacksmith Luo went to call for someone without thinking about eating and drinking.

At the dinner table, the old grandson's attention was also on this matter, and he didn't have the heart to eat and drink at all.

But Old Yang was very silent, he put a salted peanut in his mouth, pretending to be indifferent to everything.

"Master Qing, you still have to hold your breath."

Lao Suntou is very dissatisfied with Lao Yangtou's attitude that this matter has nothing to do with him.

The son-in-law is a village official, and the person who committed a serious crime that the son-in-law personally detained ran away. As the son-in-law's own father, he had to be anxious, because it related to the prestige of the son-in-law in the village.

"Master Qing, can you still drink?" the old grandson asked again.

If Zhang Xiangzi can't be found, it's really difficult for the villagers to explain to the son-in-law.

Hearing Old Sun's question, Old Yang raised his eyelids and glanced at him, and said nonchalantly, "What if I'm in a hurry? My leg is useless, and I can't help him find it. "

The old grandson said: "No one cares whether you go to help find it, at least you have to correct your attitude, right?"

Old Yang scoffed, "Where is my attitude? I'm trying to avoid suspicion. Some time ago, I said a few words to that Xiangzi's wife, but I didn't know what the villagers made up. I'm really afraid now. Now, I don’t dare to ask about people and things related to the old Zhang’s family, for fear of getting into trouble.”

After Lao Yang finished speaking, he grabbed the wine jar and poured himself a bowl of wine, took a sip, and praised: "This wine is not bad, my in-laws, you should drink it too!"

The old grandson's goatee was trembling with anger, "I don't have any appetite, drink to your heart's content!"

After all, he walked away angrily with his hands behind his back.

Mrs. Sun also stood up: "Father, you didn't take a bite of the food on this table..."

"I'm full, let your father-in-law eat!"

After saying this, the old grandson went to the yard.

When the old Sun was gone, the old Yang said to Sun: "Your father, the older you get, the more you look like a child. Since he doesn't eat, let's eat."

The old man extended his chopsticks to the big bowl of braised chicken with wild mushrooms in the middle of the table.

Judging from the appearance and aroma of this chicken, it must have been smoldering for no less than two hours, and Lao Yangtou was already salivating.

Just as the chopsticks touched the big chicken leg in the bowl, there was an empty space in front of him.

Seeing that Mrs. Sun picked up the big chicken bowl and turned around to walk to the backyard.

"Third daughter-in-law, what are you doing here? Why did you take it away while I was eating?" Old Yang asked puzzled.

Sun's footsteps stopped, and she turned her head and said: "This is the third birthday, this chicken is cooked for him, let's eat it together when he comes back."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Sun picked up the bowl and went to the backyard without looking back.

Old Yang was so angry that he slapped his chopsticks on the table, and the muscles on his face were twitching.

There is also a bowl of braised pork belly and sweet potato flour balls on the table, as well as salted fish marinated during the Chinese New Year, and three or four small stir-fries.

But Lao Yang lost his appetite in an instant.

"Even if I starve to death, I won't be a beggar. From now on, if you invite me to eat your third room's food, I won't eat it!"

Muttering in his mouth, Old Yang pushed his wheelchair and left Yang Huazhong's house.

On the way back this time, his old face made the old elders smirk. He originally thought that someone in the village would ask casually: "Old Uncle Yang, why do you look like this?"Which pissed you off?

He would immediately tell that person what happened on the lunch table, and let others comment on it. Wherever the father-in-law was about to set down the chopsticks, the daughter-in-law would remove the food!

However, on the way back to the old house, I met many villagers. They gathered together and talked eagerly, with surprise or panic on their faces, but no one noticed his grievances. An old man with a face on his face.

When passing by those people, he heard a few words, all about Zhang Xiangzi's escape.

Obviously, this matter has now become the most concerned thing for everyone.

When passing a corner ahead, he met a woman face to face.

The woman is Huang.

Old Yang looked at Huang's head, and Huang's just happened to look over too. She looked flustered, as if she had done something guilty.

Lao Yang nodded slightly at her, and said in a low voice: "You are right, do what you should do on weekdays, don't let others see the clue."

Huang was taken aback, and looked at the old man in front of her in astonishment who cheered her up.

Even the eldest son and daughter-in-law didn't know about the smashing of the lock today, only the old man knew.

He was the one who let her smash it, and now he turned to appease her.

The old man was a real nice guy.

(End of this chapter)