Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5897

No matter how Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou questioned him, Yang Huaming would not let go of his mouth when he was beaten to death.

Back and forth, I just repeat one sentence: "I won't be able to tell for a while, and you won't believe it if I say it. We bet for ten cents, whether it's a mule or a horse, we will know tomorrow!"

The next day, the three brothers of the Yang family met at Yang Huazhong's house after breakfast, and went to the new house at the entrance of the village together.

In the yard, Mother Yu was cleaning the yard, and black smoke was still rising from the chimney of the kitchen behind her.

After sweeping a few times, Mother Yu put down her broom and went back to the stove to uncover the pot lid, pushed a few handfuls of vegetable porridge in the pot with a spatula, then covered the pot, threw a handful of firewood into the stove, and continued to simmer. People also returned to the yard to continue cleaning.

"Sister Chang'e, you are tired, is there anything I can help with?"

Old Yang Tou sat under the eaves with piercing eyes.

Mother Yu shook her head: "I'm not tired, this is my job."

She turned her back and continued to sweep.

The wheels of the wheelchair were rattling, approaching her.

A bowl of tea was delivered to her, and the person who delivered the tea was all smiles: "Come on, sister Chang'e, have a sip of tea, look at you sweating profusely."

Looking at his posture, if it wasn't that he couldn't stand up, he might have stretched out his hand to wipe mother Yu's sweat.

Yu's mother would definitely not pick up this bowl of tea, let alone let Lao Yang's hand touch her. She stepped back a few steps to distance herself, clutching the broom tightly in her hand, with a vigilant expression on her face.

"Brother Yang, I'm not thirsty, drink it yourself."

"Why aren't you thirsty? It's summer, and it's hot in the morning..." Old Yang didn't feel any discomfort on his face, and his tone of voice was like gossip.

"Why, did you see me take a sip? Haha, it's okay, I just have bad legs and feet, and my bones are still very strong. I'm not sick. Come on, why don't you take a sip? Brother, I specially reserved tea for you ..."

The teacup was handed over again.

Yu's mother was a little annoyed in her heart, so she suppressed a wry smile: "I dare not despise you, it's because I'm sick, I'm afraid I'll give you the anger."

"Ah?" Old Yang opened his eyes wide and looked at Yu's mother up and down: "Sister Chang'e, what's wrong with you? Tell me."

Mother Yu couldn't write any more, so she could only frowned and said, "Brother Yang, we are all about our age, everyone calls me Xing Kui Niang, you should change your name too, don't call me Chang'e sister Chang'e sister." , that’s a little girl’s name, it’s not suitable for my old woman.”

The smile on Old Yang's face softened a little, his eyes sank, and he fixed on Yu's mother in front of him.

"Even if you are a hundred years old, you are still a girl in front of me..."

"Others can't call your boudoir name, but I can."

Mother Yu shook her head, with a helpless expression, "...the porridge is going to be mushy, I'm going to the kitchen."

She walked into the kitchen in a panic.

Old Yang poked his head to look at the kitchen, "Bang!"

Yu's mother closed the kitchen door heavily.

Old Yang rubbed his nose and smiled naively. He still has the same temper as when he was a girl at home. He was annoyed in his heart, but he didn't dare to express it because of his face, so he just held it in... It's interesting.

Mother Yu made the old man feel 'interesting', and the old man also made the three Yang Huazhong brothers outside the yard feel 'interesting'.

"Third Brother, Fifth Brother, don't forget the bet of ten cents!"

Yang Huaming grinned with meaningful eyes.

Yang Huazhong had a gloomy face, feeling inexplicably irritable.

Yang Huazhou is full of black lines. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, he really couldn't believe that an old man in his 70s lured an old woman who was over [-] into his house for the purpose of teasing her!
"There...is there any misunderstanding here?" Yang Huazhou muttered, really hoping that he had heard or read wrong.

Yang Huaming snorted, "Heroes don't ask for a way out, bastards don't care about their age, my father, people are old at heart!"

Yang Huazhou blushed, and was really annoyed for the old man!
Yang Huazhong glanced at the two of them, and said in a deep voice, "Stop talking, go in first."

"Father, your sons are coming to see you!"

Yang Huaming, with a piece of grass that was picked up by the roadside in his mouth, leisurely walked into the yard, followed by Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou with gloomy faces.

When Lao Yang saw the three of them approaching, he showed no surprise on his face.

"Sons? Huh, I'm thankful that you bastards don't piss me off!"

Old Yang turned his head to the direction of the wheelchair, intending to go to the backyard.

It's not a good thing to see these bastards, especially now that Chang'e is still living in this yard.

Yang Huaming took the lead to stop him: "Why did Dad leave as soon as we met? He didn't dare to tell us anything. What kind of shame did he do?"

Old Yang raised his head and gave Yang Huaming a hard look: "Damn you, I'm upright and upright."

Yang Huaming still smiled, glanced at the kitchen, leaned down with his hands on the armrest of the wheelchair and said in a low voice, "Father, we are all men, I can see what you are thinking at a glance."

Only then did Old Yang's face fluctuate, his eyes widened: "You..."

Yang Huaming squeezed the old man's fingers: "Father, hold on tight, don't get excited, if you don't want to lose face in front of your crush, just obediently talk to us in the room."

"You..."

"My son of a bitch!" Yang Huaming stared at Old Yang with a smile on his face: "Dad wants to say this, right? Hehe, I said it for you."

Old Yang blushed and gritted his teeth: "You little bastard!"

"I was born by you, then you are the bastard." Yang Huaming said.

Old Yang was so angry that his eyes rolled white one after another.

Yang Huaming liked to see the expression of old Yang's head very much. The more the old man rolled his eyes, the more he felt a sense of accomplishment.

The last time the third girl got engaged, he was the one who got drunk and didn't rush over. Otherwise, the third brother and the fifth brother wouldn't be able to quarrel with an old man.

When Yang Huazhong came over, Yang Huaming stepped aside automatically.

Yang Huazhong said to Old Yang: "Father, go into the house and let us father and son have a good talk!"

Old Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Huazhong, hesitating for a while.

The stove door creaked open.

Mother Yu came out with a tray, on which were two bowls of freshly cooked vegetable porridge.

Seeing the three brothers in the yard and Lao Yangtou who was surrounded by the three brothers, Mother Yu was startled.

The three Yang Huazhong brothers nodded to Mother Yu with a peaceful smile, and Yang Huazhong said: "I heard that Xingkui is ill, let's come and see him."

Mother Yu came back to her senses, a little flattered.

"...I'm sorry for you. I'm still thinking about my family Xingkui's illness. He's getting better. I'm about to send him some porridge."

"By the way, there's also Old Brother Yang's porridge, look at this..."

"My father is afraid it will be hot, auntie, you should put his porridge there to dry for a while."

"Ah? Oh..."

Mother Yu turned around and went back to the kitchen with the tray in hand.

(End of this chapter)