Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Stable gas field
Changping Village.

Little old Yang found two stools and sat down with Yang Huazhong.

In order to relieve his emotions, Yang Huazhong took out the dry tobacco pole that he carried with him and smoked it. He sat aside and puffed out smoke rings, while the little old Yang Tou patiently asked the old Yang Tou about the previous matter.

Lao Yang put his head on airs, talking nonsense but not talking about business.

Little old Yang's good temper was about to be wiped out, and his voice couldn't help but grow a bit louder, with helplessness: "Brother, you are already in your seventies, why are you still acting like a child? Children are so busy , there is never a shortage of delicious food and drink for you, and the house has been rebuilt for you, so you can't let them worry about it?"

Old Yangtou's voice is louder than little old Yangtou's, and his eyes are wider than little old Yangtou's.

"Since you have said that I am not a child, why do I have to explain everything to you when I go out?"

"Brother, we are worried about you..."

"Is it worry or surveillance? Make it clear!"

"Brother, why can't you make sense..."

"Snapped!"

Yang Huazhong threw the tobacco stick in his hand on the table, the quarrel between the two brothers on the table was interrupted, and they all looked at him in astonishment.

The little old Yang smiled wryly, spread his hands, and signaled that he had nothing to do.

Old Yangtou squinted his eyes, his face full of sarcasm: "What? You are a lizheng and an official? Dare to throw things in front of your own father? I can tell you, the third child, let alone you are just A small Lizheng, even if you become a member of Changhuai Prefecture, you are still a little tender in front of Lao Tzu, you were born by Lao Tzu, and your life was given by Lao Tzu..."

"Let me ask you, why is the stew fed to the cat?"

Yang Huazhong didn't explore the origin of his own life with Old Yang Tou, he coldly interrupted Old Yang Tou, he didn't ask the old man's whereabouts, he only asked about the stewed meat.

This jump in thinking obviously surprised Old Yang.

But who is Old Yang?But those who have experienced things can carry anything.

"I feed my cat, and you also take care of it?" the old man asked back.

Yang Huazhong: "We don't care if you raise a cat, and we don't care if you usually feed it stew meat that you can't eat, but this way of feeding you makes me feel uncomfortable."

Old Yang smiled indifferently, his shoulders shook, and his tone became more and more disapproving. Compared with Yang Huazhong's stern and gloomy face, the old man was relaxed and humorous, "You also said that you can feed him stew meat, so why not?" Only feed on auspicious days?"

"boom!"

Yang Huazhong kicked the stool he was sitting on just now to the corner of the wall.

Others also rushed to Lao Yangtou like a tiger, pressed his hands on the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair, bent down and almost touched Lao Yangtou's face, gritted his teeth and said one word at a time: "You take it today!" It's not stew meat for cats, it's our filial piety!"

"From now on, don't expect to have a bite of the stew we gave you!"

On the side, the little old Yangtou was startled by the rapid change, and he was afraid that Yang Huazhong would not be able to stop beating the old Yangtou, and that would be a disaster.

So the little old Yangtou also got up quickly and ran over, just as he put his hand on Yang Huazhong's shoulder to persuade him, Yang Huazhong shook off the hand of little old Yangtou, turned around and walked towards the door of the house. With a kick, the stool was kicked until it hit the wash stand in the corner, the wash stand was hit, and the water inside splashed out.

Yang Huazhong didn't help, and rushed out of the yard angrily.

In the main room, little old Yangtou's heart was beating, looking at old Yangtou again, he seemed to be frightened too, the little old Yangtou called him several times before old Yangtou came back to his senses.

"...This bastard, you dare to treat me like this, have you seen it? Can you still say good things for him?" Old Yangtou pointed at the door and yelled at the little old Yangtou in a sharp voice.

The little old Yangtou is caught between the father and son, he is so embarrassed and entangled that he wants to die!
"Brother, I can't slap you. I'll talk about it with the third and fifth children, but you have to reflect on yourself here. The children have really done a good job. You can get angry and not eat the stew. It's okay to let the stew go bad, but you feed the cat with such a good stew, which is trampling on the filial piety of the children. If it were me, I would be annoyed too. You, think about it yourself Bar!"

Little old Yangtou patted old Yangtou's shoulder lightly, hoping that old Yangtou would give a little reaction.

As a result, little old Yang was naturally disappointed.

Old Yang had a rebellious expression on his face. .

And the little old Yangtou also noticed that his old brother Jingri seems to have trimmed his appearance, his beard looks like he has been groomed, and he seems younger than usual and much more energetic.

Even the unhappiness brought about by the quarrel with the third and fifth child just now seemed to only stay on his face, and could not penetrate into his heart at all.

Could it be that something good happened today?
The little old Yang didn't dare to ask, looking at his elder brother, he just felt angry and funny.

If you don't quarrel with Zou Xin, if you don't get angry with him, then you don't have to worry about him getting angry.

But he doesn't distract himself, which is also a headache, which means that he won't realize that he made a mistake, let alone correct it, hey, headache!
Before leaving, the little old Yang raised the stool and the washbasin silently, and treated the water on the ground a little bit. When he came to the yard, Brother Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou had already left in anger.

"By the way, brother, why haven't we seen Yu Xingkui after we've been here for so long?" Little old Yang suddenly turned around and asked.

"He has something to do when he goes home, come over later." Old Yang Tou actually responded to this sentence.

Little Old Yang nodded, turned and left.

At night, the big guys had dinner in the fourth room as agreed.

Yang Huaming slept for the whole afternoon, and now Zijiu was sober, and he was furious when he learned from Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou what happened to Old Yangtou.

"He is always right, wrong is also right, and his attitude is still so arrogant, what are you relying on? Isn't it because we were born by him, and I suppress my son because of our seniority!"

The more he talked, the more annoyed he became, and he slapped the table heavily: "Mother said that I won't invite him this time, and let him reflect on himself. I really regretted it. Then next time the third girl gets married, I will definitely invite him to come over and have a wedding banquet."
When my mother said these things before, I didn't say it, but I still felt a little bit uneasy in my heart. Only now did I realize that what my mother said was right. We can't be soft-hearted towards people like him, we are soft-hearted. , we have to suffer. "

Yang Huazhou smiled wryly, "Fourth brother, you're better, you can't get over when you're drunk, third brother and I, and Yongjin and others, but trying to find him, Yongzhi almost got heatstroke."

He pointed to his heart: "And me, my heart still hurts until now, so angry! I have dealt with all kinds of people in restaurants for so many years, and I have never been so angry like this one!"

Yang Huaming felt sincerely ashamed for not being able to travel with him to share the pain with his elder brother and younger brother.

(End of this chapter)