Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Old man's aggrieved

Old Jiangtou didn't speak anymore, because Yang Yongqing had already strode under the old maple tree.

"Master, Mr. Jiang, you are all here, haha, what a coincidence." Yang Yongqing said with a smile.

Old Yang looked at Yang Yongqing with a cold face, and his eyes fell on the piece of red paper in his hand. The red paper was densely filled with names. Obviously, this was the list for inviting guests to have a wedding.

Old Jiangtou also saw the list, so he asked Yang Yongqing: "Boy Qing, did your Fifth Uncle entrust you with the job of urging customers to drink?"

Yang Yongqing proudly puffed up his chest, "That is, who made me read!"

Old Jiangtou nodded with a smile: "Are you here to urge guests to have a wedding wine so early?"

Yang Yongqing said: "Yes, the third uncle and the fifth uncle discussed it with the women in the backyard. As soon as the bride enters the door, she can invite guests to sit down immediately. There is about an hour before the banquet can start. Sit first and eat. Ideas, drinking tea and chatting, how comfortable it is!"

Old Jiangtou nodded again, and then heard Yang Yongqing say: "Master Jiang, I won't go to your house to urge you after I see you, you can just go, I have to go to urge other people, let's go!" It's gone!"

"Okay, okay, go and do your work, I'll go right away." Old Jiang said repeatedly.

When Yang Yongqing ran away, Lao Jiangtou turned around and said to Lao Yangtou next to him, "Let's go, Brother Yang, let's go over together, and we can sit at a table later."

But Lao Yangtou sat there motionless like a Bodhisattva, "I want to go to you, but I won't go."

"Why?" Old Jiang was puzzled.

Old Yang said: "Wufang invited you, not me."

Old Jiang was amused, "What you said, do you still need to invite? My son and grandson, you are too alien..."

"It's not seeing outsiders!" Old Yangtou interrupted Old Jiangtou, and glanced at Yang Yongqing's back: "Obviously I'm with you, but Kid Qing didn't even twitch the corner of his mouth. He didn't seem to see me, obviously he got Wufang's order and deliberately didn't call me."

"Ah?" Old Jiang was stunned.

Old Yang continued: "Yesterday, each room went to the fifth room to help. Since noon, the big guys have been eating tea and rice in a pot. I heard that the blind old woman was picked up last night. Not a single person Come and invite me, you say, I can go to such a banquet? Unless I don't want this old face!"

Lao Jiangtou was speechless, not knowing whether to believe Lao Yangtou's one-sided words, so he turned his questioning eyes to Yu Xingkui.

It was found that Yu Xingkui's expression was complicated, he hesitated to speak.

Old Jiangtou guessed that there must be something hidden in it, and it could not be exactly what Old Yangtou said, but in front of Old Yangtou, Old Jiangtou was inconvenient to ask Yu Xingkuina.

"Hey, it's hard for an upright official to break up housework. You father and son have the same temperament. I can't control it anymore. Then I'll go there first."

Lao Jiangtou sighed, and went up to the pond with his hands behind his back. Just as he was on the pond, he met several old men in the same direction.

After inquiring, all the guys had just received Yang Yongqing's invitation to go to the wedding, so a few old men walked together, talking and laughing as they walked away.

Lao Yang slammed his head on the armrest of the wheelchair, looking at the backs of those old men, his eyes were burning.

Yu Xingkui saw Old Yang's head like this, and knew that the anger in the old man's heart could cook three catties of dog meat right now.

I wanted to persuade him to go back, but I didn't dare, but I sat here all the time, and I could only see people from the village going to Wufang one by one.

Yu Xingkui was afraid that a few more people would see the old man later and invite him to go with him, that would really ignite the powder keg.

Thinking of this, Yu Xingkui had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "Old Uncle Yang, why don't we go home first? It's windy here, if you catch a cold, Yongxian will be worried..."

Hearing Yang Yongxian's name, Old Yangtou finally regained his sanity.

He took a deep breath, looked away, nodded, "Go back, there's nothing to see here."

Yu Xingkui heaved a sigh of relief, and hurriedly pushed Old Yang back.

When I walked to the gate of the yard of the little old Yangtou's house in the south of the village, I found that the gate of the yard was locked.

There were originally two locks on the gate of the courtyard and the main room inside, one was kept from the little old Yang Tou, and the other was given to Old Yang Tou.

Old Yang refused, because he never liked to put keys on his body and found it troublesome.

A few days ago, Yongping and Liu Yan brought their children back for the New Year. Liu Yan begged for another key from little old Yangtou for the convenience of getting in and out.

"Where did Yongping and Liu Yan go?" Yu Xingkui muttered.

The neighbor woman next door was washing clothes in the yard, and when she heard the noise, she poked her head over the muddy courtyard wall shared by the two families: "Yongping and Liu Yan took their children to Wufang to have a wedding. La!"

Old Yang's face darkened again, and the mood that had been calmed down after working hard all the way was surging again.

The woman next door was unaware, and when she saw Old Yang sitting there, she was surprised and asked, "Old Uncle Yang, why are you still here? You didn't go to the fifth room?"

Old Yang turned his head, staring at the woman with eyes like poisoned knives: "Where I am is none of your business?"

The woman was startled, quickly retracted her head, pointed at Sang and Huai in the yard and ran into the house.

The cold sweat on Yu Xingkui's forehead was about to come out, and he quickly comforted Old Yang: "Old Uncle Yang, wait here for a while, I will go to them and get the key back."

Old Yang stared at the lock, "Don't shout, smash it for me, and let it go in!"

Yu Xingkui froze for a moment, with a perplexed expression on his face.

"It's not good to smash the lock, it's going to be a lawsuit..."

"I will take the burden of the lawsuit, if you tell you to smash it, you will smash it!"

"Old Uncle Yang, don't be like this. It's a pity that it's broken. I'll make a quick trip. Just wait..."

Not giving Lao Yang a chance to stop him at all, Yu Xingkui ran wildly.

Old Yang was sitting at the gate of the yard in a rage, staring at the lock in front of him, just like staring at the murder of his father and enemy.

The neighbor woman next door leaned against the door to listen to the sound outside, but she didn't hear it for a long time, so she couldn't help but quietly opened the door and slipped out of the yard. At a glance, she saw that Old Yang was still sitting at the gate of the yard, with an invisible but An equally powerful resentment spread around the old man...

Suddenly he turned his head and met the woman's gaze.

"What are you looking at furtively?" Old Yang shouted sharply.

The woman shivered, and said bravely, "I don't care what you do? This is the gate of my courtyard. I can look wherever I like!"

Old Yang squinted his eyes, something dangerous flickered in his eyes.

The woman felt that she had been calculated by someone, and at this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps approached, it was Yu Xingkui who brought Liu Yan back.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to the old Yang and said, "Stop staring at me, it's not me who locked you out, the person who locked you is back!"

Taking advantage of Lao Yang's opportunity to turn his head to look, the woman quickly retreated to her yard.

(End of this chapter)