Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5738 Found it

Not to mention that Lao Yang was so distressed that he almost died, the people who saw him were also worried.

Everyone had the same doubt in their hearts: Where did this guy go?What have you been through to make yourself into such a ghost!

Yang Huazhong was also there, so he knew what was going on in his heart, but on the surface, he was full of question marks just like the villagers around him who came to watch the fun.

Facing Lao Yang's crying and questioning, he didn't know what to ask, so the person who knew the most at the scene was the villager who brought Yang Yongxian back.

"...My mother-in-law and I were going to go to the mountains to cut firewood. We had just passed a hillside when we saw a person lying under a tree. We thought it was a beggar. Seeing that person was motionless, we thought it was a beggar who died there. I went over to have a look, and found out that it was Yongxian."

"I touched his nose, he was breathing, but I couldn't wake him up, so I had to carry him back..."

Lao Yang grasped the hand of the villager who was speaking, weeping.

"Tie Zhu, you are the great benefactor of my old Yang family. Old man, if I didn't have bad legs and feet and couldn't stand up, I would kneel and kowtow to you. Thank you for sending my family Yongxian back and not letting him be killed in the mountains. Dog chew, thank you..."

"Old Father Yang, don't be like this, everyone is from the village, as it should be."

Old Yangtou said to the crowd of villagers who came to watch: "Folks, my family, Yongxian, is also a victim. The government has come to settle the case. This is the fire caused by that San Wu who lit a candle." ,"

"Old man, I am Fu Da Ming Da. I just escaped the catastrophe by not being at home at night. My family Yongxian was not in the house because of the blessing of my ancestors. Now my family Yongxian finally came back. It must be a good deed of repairing bridges and paving roads for everyone. God’s blessing, don’t you think so?”

Why do you guys have the nerve to say no to your face?
What's more, after some investigation by the government, Yang Yongxian's suspicion of arson was indeed cleared. Strictly speaking, Yang Yongxian was indeed a victim.

Yang Huazhong also came over to say a few words of thanks to the villager. Uncle Fu, Wang Sheng and his son entered the door carrying a medicine box. diagnosis and treatment...

At night, people from every house in Lao Yang's house, as well as relatives, came to Yang Huazhong's house to visit Yang Yongxian.

Yang Ruoqing would definitely not miss such a good opportunity, so she came here with Luo Fengtang.

Yang Yongxian was arranged in the guest room where Old Yangtou lived. Two beds were side by side with a small table in between. On the small table were a stack of medicine bags, a teapot and two tea bowls.

Yang Yongxian lay upright on the bed with his brows and eyes closed.

Tan sat sideways on the side of the bed, pricked up her ears to listen to the movement, and tightly grasped Yang Yongxian's hand with a hand full of age spots.

In front of the bed, Old Yang was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were also turning around Yang Yongxian.

Next to them stood Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming and the others.

Sun's family, Bao Suyun, Yang Huamei and other female relatives were also there, and they all sat far away with stools, talking in low voices.

When Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang came in, Yang Yongxian, who was just lying on the bed, broke out coughing, this cough tugged at the hearts of old Yangtou and Tan Shi.

"Yongxian, how are you? Are you awake?" Mrs. Tan couldn't see, so she relied on listening, so she patted and stroked Yang Yongxian's back while asking.

Old Yang could see it, and hurriedly said: "Wake up, wake up, the eldest grandson has opened his eyes."

Tan said: "Bless the Bodhisattva, it can be regarded as saving a life."

Yang Huazhong handed over a bowl: "Yongxian, drink some water to moisten your throat, this cough must make your throat uncomfortable."

"Yes, yes, come on, can Yongxian sit up? Drink some water." Tan Shi asked.

Yang Yongxian lay there, shaking his head, and said in a hoarse voice: "I can't sit up, I'm exhausted, I need someone to help me to barely sit and drink water..."

Tan was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "I can't see and I can't help, who of you will help Yongxian?"

The old lady moved her butt to the side while asking, and several voices sounded at the same time.

Finally, Yang Yongzhi came over, he helped Yang Yongxian to sit up, and Yang Huazhong bent down to feed Yang Yongxian a few sips of water.

After taking a few sips, Yang Yongxian stopped drinking, leaned there panting, his eyes half-closed and swept across the faces of the people in front of him.

Old Yang leaned forward, his eyes were pressed into triangular eyes by deep wrinkles, his eyelids drooped, and with the bags under his eyes that had not slept well in the past few days, his whole face looked swollen and his eyes were fine. turbid.

"Yongxian, where have you been these days..."

Just as Lao Yangtou spoke, Yang Yongxian suddenly frowned and covered his mouth.

Seeing this, Old Yang became even more nervous, and pushed the wheelchair closer again: "Yongxian, what's the matter with you? Are you uncomfortable somewhere? You tell me, and I call the doctor..."

Yang Yongxian shook his head. Originally, he wanted to lie and say that he was not uncomfortable, but the words turned into: "Master, can you stay away from me when you talk? Your bad breath almost choked me to death..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly covered his mouth, his eyes widened in horror.

what's the situation?
Why did you say everything you thought?He didn't intend to say it!
Old Yang didn't hear clearly at first, but he didn't realize it until Yang Huaming's smile came from behind him.

His old face was slightly red, and he was a little sullen, but he couldn't bear to lose his temper with Yang Yongxian, so he said with a bitter face: "Master is getting old, he has smoked dry tobacco and drank wine all his life, it doesn't matter if his mouth smells bad Big deal. It’s you, where have you been all this time? Our house was burned down by the bastard, don’t you know?”

Old Yangtou learned his lesson this time, he didn't move forward any more, and just sat on the spot to ask questions.

Yang Yongxian was stunned, and leaned forward suddenly: "What? The house is burned? Master San Wu can't burn the house!"

"Why is that impossible? That bastard himself burned himself to death!" Old Yang said angrily.

Yang Yongxian was dumbfounded, "No, I don't believe it, I want to see it!"

He struggled to get off the ground, but was held down by Yang Yongzhi.

"Brother, how many steps can you walk like this? My master didn't lie to you. Sanwu really set fire to the house and couldn't come out. The government has come to investigate this matter and the case has been settled. "

Yang Yongxian stared at Yang Yongzhi with blood-red eyes, and said hoarsely: "The government knows nothing. Master Sanwu is an expert from Nanyang. He can communicate with gods. How could he set fire? Even if he caught fire, he wouldn't Die, he is a god!"

Yang Yongzhi shook his head, "If you don't believe me, I don't bother to explain it to you, just leave the facts alone."

He got up and went to the back of the crowd, too lazy to sit by the bed, muttering in his mouth: "It's still a god, the god is still burned to a handful of ashes, and the ashes are placed in the Taoist temple. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself!"

(End of this chapter)