Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 5898 Succession to the throne?

Here, Yang Huaming pushed the wheelchair into the main room, and then went straight to the room where Old Yang lived.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou went to Yu Xingkui's house and said a few words to Yu Xingkui casually, and Yu's mother entered the room with porridge.

Yang Huazhong moved away, "Auntie, take care of Xingkui to eat porridge first, and our brother will go talk to Dad, and come to see Xingkui later."

Mother Yu held the tray in her hand and nodded cautiously.

Across the main room is Lao Yangtou's dormitory. At this moment, Lao Yangtou is sitting on the wheelchair in front of the bed, looking at the three sons in front of him warily.

Yang Huaming leaned lazily against the door behind him with his arms crossed, squinting at Old Yang's head, with a half-smile.

Fourth son, this ruffian!

Old Yang cursed in his heart, and turned his gaze to the other two.

Yang Huazhou stood by the table, his shoulders sank, his hands clenched into fists, and his chest heaved due to irregular breathing.

When Old Yang looked over, he squinted his eyes and exhaled hot air from his mouth and nose, like a cow ready to go mad at any time.

There was a trace of cold sweat in the palm of Lao Yang's head, the old fifth, this bastard, wouldn't he come over and beat me up for a disagreement?
"Father, let's get to the point and talk."

Yang Huazhong pulled a stool and sat down in front of Old Yang.

Old Yang's gaze finally fell on Yang Huazhong, and it was the third son who seemed a little more pleasing to the eye.

But that was the thought hidden in his heart, and he still said unceremoniously: "I haven't even eaten breakfast yet, so if you have something to say, talk and fart!"

Yang Huazhong frowned, "I said, nod your head, this matter will be over, don't waste time."

Old Yang raised his eyebrows and leaned back on the back of the chair. If he replaced the wheelchair under his buttocks with a dragon chair, he would be looking down on the world.

"We brothers all know about Yu Xingkui's illness. We also know why Mother Yu is here."

"Originally, the mother came to take care of the sick son. It's nothing, but you are an old man and an old lady who has been widowed for many years. It is inconvenient to live under the same roof."

Old Yang was still spread out on the chair, with an extra tobacco stick in his hand, he gave Yang Huazhong a sidelong glance, and without saying a word, he lit the tobacco stick, put it in his mouth and started smoking.

Yang Huazhong went on to say: "People's words are scary, we brothers have made some calculations, and we think it's better to send their mother and child back to Yujia Village..."

"Bullshit!"

Old Yang's negation came too hastily, his voice came out together with thick smoke, spraying Yang Huazhong all over his face.

Yang Huazhong coughed twice.

Old Yang's voice was stern: "Xing Kuiniang and I have been brothers and sisters for decades. We are bright and open, and we are not afraid of shadows. Who dares to say anything?"

"Ha ha!"

The person who laughed at the wrong time was Yang Huaming.

He spat out the grass he had been biting in his mouth, and said with a mocking face: "Father, there are no outsiders here, so stop pretending, we don't know who!"

Old Yang didn't look at Yang Huaming at all, he just looked at Yang Huazhong in front of him, and repeated what he said just now: "Anyway, I'm not afraid of the oblique shadow."

"If you are upright, then there is nothing crooked in this world." Yang Huaming raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the back of the village, "As for the crooked-neck trees behind our village, they are all fucked up. God!"

Old Yang cast a gloomy glance at Yang Huaming, "If you keep talking nonsense, it will be difficult to talk about it today."

Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming spread his arms, "Okay, I'll shut up, third brother, go ahead and talk about yourself."

Yang Huazhong turned around and looked at Old Yang's head: "You're crushing people with your tongue, even if you don't care about other people's opinions, mother Yu is still afraid of being a woman, right? When she comes to take care of her son, she can't wade into the muddy water."

"Besides, my mother doesn't know about it yet. If she knows, do you think Mother Yu can take care of Yu Xingkui with peace of mind these days?"

Old Yang frowned, puffing on the dry tobacco, getting heavier and heavier.

Then, he exhaled a smoke ring, "What do you want?"

Yang Huazhong said: "It's simple, send their mother and son back to Yujia Village to recuperate. These few days our brothers will take turns to take care of you."

"No, I'm afraid of desertion, they can't leave." Old Yang nodded.

"Well, they can stay, but our brothers will also move here to live with you, eat and drink, on the one hand, it will be convenient to take care of you, and on the other hand, there are too many people, so outsiders will naturally not gossiping."

Old Yang exhaled another puff of smoke ring: "No, there are too many people, I think it's noisy!"

"You choose the two paths yourself. If you don't choose, we will choose for you." After Yang Huazhong finished speaking, he turned his head and gestured to Yang Huaming.

"Come on!" Yang Huaming picked up the piece of grass that was thrown on the ground and walked over.

"Father, take care of it. I'll break this grass into two pieces, one long and one short. You always take one, and if you get the long one, choose the first way, and the short one, the second one. Come on, take a look!" "

Seeing the same length of grass protruding from the two pieces raised in front of him, Lao Yang couldn't hold back his anger.

"You bastards, are you trying to force the palace?"

"Forcing the palace? Do you really think that you have the throne for us to inherit?" Yang Huaming laughed, shaking the two grasses in his hand: "Hurry up and draw lots!"

"This lot, don't expect me to grab the big sedan chair." Old Yang snorted coldly, with a look of disdain, he picked up the pipe again.

"Don't catch it? Yes, then I'll catch it for you."

Yang Huaming directly pulled out one, "Ah, it's long."

Yang Huazhong stood up, "Sure, then let's go over and send their mother and son back to Yujia Village. It's like giving Yu Xingkui a sick leave and the salary will be paid. They will definitely be happy."

The three brothers turned around and left.

Old Yang became anxious, and grabbed the arm of the nearest Yang Huaming: "Don't go!"

Yang Huaming shook off Old Yang's hand: "Let's go, what can you do?"

Old Yang was so angry that he almost fell off his wheelchair, "I invited him back, why do you push him out?"

Yang Huaming said: "We pay the wages, we do what we say, even if Yu Xingkui is fired in front of you today, he can't say anything else!"

"you dare!"

"I dare!"

"We dare too!"

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou expressed their views at the same time.

Looking at the three sons who stood together like an iron wall in front of him, Lao Yang felt a little confused for a moment.

He slowly let go of his fingers, trying to suppress the grief and indignation in his heart: "I, I choose the second one!"

The three Yang Huazhong brothers looked at each other, but none of them nodded in a hurry.

But the things in the eyes all confirmed the words from the former Yang Huaming, this old lady is very difficult to send away, even if she herself is eager to leave, but the old man will not let go!
"What? Do you want to go back on what you said?"

Seeing that the three brothers were silent, Lao Yang became anxious and flustered, but he put on a stern look.

(End of this chapter)