Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Red Goose's request

"What's wrong?" Yang Ruoqing stood still and looked at him.

But Yang Yongxian raised his hand and swept over her head.

Then he said gently: "It's okay, just now I saw a little dust on your hair, I've already removed it for you."

Yang Ruoqing giggled: "So it was dust? When my scalp hurt earlier, I thought my brother was pulling out my gray hair."

"How could it be possible to have white hair, Qing'er, you are in full bloom." Yang Yongxian said, taking the opportunity to put his hands behind his back, his wide sleeves fell down, and his fingers were tightly clenched into fists.

Yang Ruoqing didn't seem to notice his nervousness, and went straight to the backyard.

When she left, Yang Yongxian breathed a sigh of relief, quietly opened his fist, and there was a black thread lying in the palm of the cold sweat.

Her birthday is horoscope, and her hair is complete. As long as the master is out of the customs, you can give Qinger a way to rob her of her luck. That's great!
Yang Yongxian left so excited that he temporarily put Yang Yongqing's matter behind him. Anyway, he didn't intend to take Yang Yongqing's life, but just punished him and made him suffer.

When the doctor can't cure him in the future, he has to go back to the village. After returning to the village, he will hint to him, let him beg himself, and then solve the Gu for him.

The most urgent task is to send this strand of hair back first.

Yang Ruoqing walked around behind the stove in the backyard and stopped, turned her head to look at Yang Yongxian's determined look, with a sneer on her lips.

Silly hat, it's not that my aunt deliberately let you get away with it. How can you stand next to the corner of my clothes?

With her birth date and hair, she is quite courageous, and even made her mind up on her aunt.

Yang Ruoqing also spread out her palms, and in her palms, there was also a piece of Yang Yongxian's hair.

Hmph, want to play, don't you?My aunt will play with you to the end!
……

Because Sanwu has been retreating all the time, Yang Yongxian didn't dare to disturb him, so he had to put away the strands of hair he stole from Yang Ruoqing first, and hand them over to him after Sanwu came out of the seclusion.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she was not idle, and when Luo Fengtang came back, she asked him to send all of Yang Yongxian's hair and the date of birth to Yu'er.

Yang Huazhong's house has a visitor.

There are three women, one is Zhao Dagou's mother-in-law Hong Goose, and the other two women are born in the face.

The older one looks like Red Goose six to seven points, claiming to be Red Goose's natal old lady, and the one next to him is Red Goose's natal sister-in-law.

These two people came to Yang Huazhong's house specially to accompany Red Goose.

"Red Goose, you are still sick. If you need anything, you can just ask your mother or sister-in-law to come over. Why do you need to come here yourself?"

Mrs. Sun looked at the red goose in front of her, which looked like shed a few layers of skin, and felt distressed and sympathetic.

The red goose shook its head, its pale lips were murmuring, its voice was hoarse, tearing the eardrums.

"Auntie, I'm here to sue Zhao Dagou, that heartless bastard!"

"What's wrong with Zhao Dagou?" Mrs. Sun asked hurriedly.

Subconsciously, he turned his head and glanced at Yang Huazhong who was beside him. Yang Huazhong was holding a stick of dry tobacco in his hand, and the tobacco was not lit, and he was also looking at the red goose.

"Tell me about it," he said.

Red Goose closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were full of hatred.

A hoarse voice sounded with difficulty: "That bastard Zhao Dagou actually sold Xiao Mao's body for money!"

Boom!
The pipe in Yang Huazhong's hand fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)