Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 579 The end of being a mistress (three more)

All she knew was that the woman buried in this small earthen bag was very lonely.

His own son, Xiao Lao Yangtou, was ashamed of her, so he didn't come to visit the tomb to pay homage to her during the holidays.

And Lao Yangtou didn't like her either.

Because she was the chief culprit who meddled with his parents.

Therefore, every winter solstice and Qingming Festival, incense paper is burned and firecrackers are set off in front of the joint burial tomb.

The offerings of the children and grandchildren were lined up in a long row, and there were those who knelt and kowtowed, and those who picked graves and drenched the soil and pulled weeds.

But that little earth bag is lonely and no one cares about it.

Hey, this is the fate of being a mistress.

After burning the incense and setting off the firecrackers, Lao Yangtou led a group of children and grandchildren down the mountain.

He didn't even look at the lonely grave.

When they reached the foot of the mountain, they met another team burning incense.

Chen Butcher took Chen Xiong and Chen Goudan.

The father and son were carrying things, neither wearing coir raincoats nor bamboo hats.

Chen Tuhu walked ahead, his head depressed.

When Old Yangtou saw Chen Tuhu, he greeted him enthusiastically.

Butcher Chen looked up and saw that it was Lao Yang's family, his face turned dark immediately.

He ignored Old Yang's greeting, his eyes swept across the crowd.

Then, it landed on Yang Ruoqing's body like a blade.

Gritting his teeth, the flesh on his cheeks bulged out a stalk.

Looking at it like that, it seemed like she wanted to come over and tear Yang Ruoqing apart.

Yang Ruoqing felt Chen Tuhu's murderous eyes, raised her head and looked back.

The flickering cold light in his eyes not only showed no trace of cowardice, but on the contrary conveyed to Chen Tuhu a sense of coldness and sternness.

Chen Tuhu was taken aback.

At this moment, Yang Huazhong stood beside Yang Ruoqing.

The man who knew the truth inside also stared back at Chen Tuhu with a cold expression.

Old Yangtou and the rest of the old Yang family all felt the surging undercurrent.

Everyone was surprised.

In the end, Chen Tuhu was still defeated in momentum, snorted heavily, and took Chen Xiong and Chen Goudan to the mountain by stepping on a piece of wheat field from someone else's house by the roadside.

Looking at the wheat that was trampled up and down, Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.

He despised the Chen family father and son even more.

When Chen Tuhu and the others disappeared, Old Yang asked Yang Huazhong.

"What's the matter? Did you have a problem with Chen Tuhu?" Old Yang asked.

Yang Huazhong nodded, hummed, and didn't say much.

Old Yang didn't ask too many questions.

He only said: "Chen Butcher is the butcher of our ten miles and eight villages. He breeds pig mothers and castrates boars."

"If you offended him to death, it would be inconvenient to open a pig farm later..." Lao Yang said.

Yang Ruoqing took over the conversation with a smile.

"Father, there's really no need to worry about this."

"It's true that he is the only butcher in ten miles and eight villages. But the Washi Meat Case Street in Qingshui Town is full of butchers."

"Money can turn ghosts, my pig farm opened, and they rushed over to do business!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huazhou on the side also laughed and agreed: "Qing'er's words are true."

"Since I have been doing the procurement of Tianxianglou, the butchers, fishmongers, vegetable sellers in Washi, and the rice and grain shops in the town have all come to say hello to me."

"Businessmen are after profits. As long as there is money to make, the pig farms are afraid that they will not be able to find castration and breeding?" Yang Huazhou said.

Hearing this, Lao Yang felt relieved.

"That's the best!" said the old man.

Yang Huaming next to him curled his lips: "You three and five are earning a lot of money, and our fourth is about to drink the northwest wind, so we don't want to talk about it, it's inhumane!"

Without waiting for Yang Huazhong to say anything, Lao Yang glared at him with a tiger's head.

"The mud won't stick to the wall, and if you go to work in a restaurant, you won't be tired of crying and calling your mother every three days!"

"If you don't even give me a chance, how do you know I can't do it?" Yang Huaming asked back.

Old Yang went on to say: "You know all your virtues."

"Take good care of the few acres of land in Sifang, and do the crop work first before doing anything else!"

After saying this, Lao Yang turned around and walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back.

The others also ignored Yang Huaming and followed Old Yang down.

Yang Huaming was so angry that he was half dead.

……

After returning home, Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun were talking about preparing lunch.

Yang Huazhong said to Old Yang: "Father, the fifth brother and the rest are eating at my place at noon. This holiday, you and mother will also come to eat together?"

Lao Yang shook his head: "Your kindness is appreciated, and you and Lao Wu both brought wine and meat over in the morning."

"I'll let your mother burn it, and I'll have some for lunch." Old Yang said with his head.

Yang Huazhong didn't force himself anymore.

Old Yang headed back to the front yard, and Mrs. Tan was cooking in the small kitchen next to the East House.

Pots, pans and pans ping-pong, and Tan's cheerful voice can be heard from time to time.

Old Yang was taken aback, who was the old woman talking to?

Why do you look happy?

Old Yang poked his head into the stove, and saw Mrs. Tan busy with one hand on the pot and the other under the stove.

Yang Huamei stood aside, knocking on melon seeds and watching, the two mothers talked and laughed.

When the girl came back, the old man was also very happy.

But this holiday, the old man is a little upset.

"Today is the Qingming Festival. Shuanzi's father and Shuanzi went to the mountain to burn incense. We all met."

"You should stay at home and help Shuan Ziniang cook. Why did you come here again?"

When Yang Huamei saw Old Yang coming in, she was so frightened that she hid at the stove door.

The few times I came back to grab something to eat, my father sent me away.

Now that Yang Huamei sees Old Yang coming back, she has a shadow.

But the entrance of the stove is too small, and her body is too huge, squatting there with her buttocks pouted, her eyes rolling around.

When Old Yang saw this bear, he became angry.

Tan put the lid on the pot and hurried over to stop Lao Yang.

"What's the matter with you old man? You kicked out my daughter as soon as she came back?"

"This is her natal home, why can't she go back?" Tan asked back.

Old Yang said: "This is Qingming, she has to stay at Old Wang's house to help Mrs. Shuan cook!"

Tan said: "Ms. Shuanzi has hands and feet, she doesn't need help!"

Old Yang said: "Mei'er is not good at being someone's daughter-in-law like this. If you don't do any work, you will be stabbed in the back!"

"Whoever likes to poke will poke, who can be perfect? ​​My daughter, I will love her as long as I live!" Tan said loudly.

Walking to the door of the stove, Yang Huamei was pulled up: "Don't be afraid, Meier, with your mother here, you have a share in this family!"

Seeing this, Lao Yangtou was so angry that his seven orifices smoked, he stamped his feet, turned around and left the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Yang Huamei looked at the back of Old Yang, and pursed her mouth in grievance.

"Mother, am I still born to my father?" she asked.

Tan was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Silly girl, to speak stupidly, isn't it possible that you were not born by him or jumped out of a crack in the rock?"

Yang Huamei said again: "Then since I got married, my father doesn't want to see me anymore? He always chases me away!"

Tan Shi said: "Your father has a single-minded mind. He wants to save face. He is afraid that people will say that you just don't want to talk to him."

Yang Huamei still looked aggrieved.

"Mother, I think I'd better go back, lest my father see me and scold me again later!" she said.

Tan stopped it.

"Don't rush away, the meat in the pot is almost cooked, eat the meat before leaving!"

Soon, Tan lifted the lid of the pot.

Holding an empty bowl in one hand and copying chopsticks in the other.

He leaned over and was picking and picking from the braised pork in the pot, and picked the thin ones into the bowl.

(End of this chapter)