Splendid peasant girl busy farming

The old man is back

One is in the village, and the other lives at the entrance of the village, not far from the road. There is a big living person hiding in the yard over there, and there are so many eyes and so many mouths in the village as media to spread the word. How can the Tan family hide it? How many hours?
"Qing'er, I'm so flustered. Your father asked me and your fifth aunt to comfort your grandma, but we were so panicked that we trembled when we spoke, because we were afraid that your grandma might catch the clue..."

Yang Ruoqing didn't need Mrs. Sun to elaborate on how she felt, Yang Ruoqing could feel it.

Why?

Because Sun's hands were covered with sweat, Yang Ruoqing's hands and heart were wet from holding it.

"Your grandfather came back too suddenly. Last time he said that he would come back to worship the ancestors during the New Year. Your father and the others are still thinking about how to deal with it. I didn't expect him to come back so many days earlier. It's so big that two living people, Tibet I can't hide it... how can I do it!"

The more Sun talked, the more anxious she became, and she almost scratched her head.

"It would be great if Yu Xingkui was here, even if he can't stop your grandfather, at least he can send us a letter in advance so we can prepare, hey!"

If Sun didn't mention Yu Xingkui, it would be even more depressing if he mentioned it.

It was Yu Xingkui that Lao Yang took with him when he first went to Baie Town, and Yu Xingkui took care of the old man's diet and daily life properly.

As a result, the old man became angry, and Yu Xingkui probably tried to persuade him. Not only did he not persuade him, but he also angered the old man and drove him back directly. It was several months ago.

Not only kicked out, but also poured dirty water on Yu Xingkui, saying that Yu Xingkui stole his money.

But Yu Xingkui was so angry that he ran back to Yujia Village angrily without taking his salary for that month.

Afterwards, Yang Huazhong learned about this, and went to Yujia Village to appease Yu Xingkui and make up for that month's wages.

"Mom, let's not talk about Yu Xingkui's matter, just talk about the current matter."

"What are you doing here?" she asked again.

Sun said: "Your grandma said that she was thinking about Meier and the others, and wanted to go to the entrance of the village to see if Meier was back. I calmed her down and told her to wait in the house, and I went to ask her."

"Mother, why don't you go to the old Wang's house and tell my aunt about this matter, so that she can understand. Then you bring my aunt here, and she will naturally know how to cooperate with you to appease her." I'm breastfeeding."

Yang Ruoqing mourned Yang Huamei for three seconds in her heart.

For Yang Huamei, this is really an eventful twelfth lunar month.

There are old and young and there is no one who makes her worry about the old and the young. Does God think her life is too long?
Auntie, you have to hold on, my grandma still counts on you to come and help hold on.

Yang Ruoqing simply didn't go to the east room, and left with Mrs. Sun through the back door of Lao Yang's house.

When passing by the door of Yang Yongqing's house, I saw Mrs. Jin playing in the house with Hong'er, Niuniu, Xiaoniuniu, and Zhen'er. The children were innocent and laughed together.

Jin Shi didn't notice the strangeness at home either, and sat on the side laughing and watching the children playing.

These boys and girls are all her grandchildren, she sees it and is very happy in her heart.

"Hey, it's still easy and comfortable for a deaf-mute like aunt!" Yang Ruoqing actually felt a little envious of the Jin family.

Sun smiled wryly, "Isn't that right? We used to love your aunt, but now it seems that she is a blessed person. The three daughters-in-law are good to her, and she takes care of all the children. She also does her best."

Because of being deaf and dumb, and because of her true duty, she never provokes her son and daughter-in-law.

Yang Ruoqing and Mrs. Sun left Lao Yang's house together, at this time the sky outside was completely dark.

"Mom, I'll take you to Lao Wang's house first, and then I'll go to the village entrance to find my father and the others."

"Qing'er, I can go by myself, you don't need to send me."

"Hi, drop by."

By the way?

Mrs. Sun thought she had heard it wrong, and it was obviously a big detour.

"Let's go, let's hurry up." Yang Ruoqing had already supported Sun's arm and walked on the road leading to the old Wang's house.

Mrs. Sun understood in an instant, and did not resist, feeling very relieved.

When they arrived at the gate of Old Wang's house, Yang Ruoqing had to watch Mrs. Sun enter with her own eyes to make sure that no one was intercepted on the way, so she went to the entrance of the village with peace of mind.

The small farmyard where Lao Yangtou lived at the entrance of the village was separate from other houses, and there were two pieces of farmland separated from the nearest house.

It was the middle of winter at this time, and the fields were basically barren. Yang Ruoqing stepped on the dark and hard field path covered with withered grass and meandered all the way to the gate of the small courtyard.

The three tile-roofed houses in the small courtyard were all lit up, and the sound of men arguing came from inside.

During the period, there were also slamming tables and throwing teacups.

It's so lively, is this a fight?
Yang Ruoqing quickly walked into the yard, and then went straight into the main room.

Be good, the main room is really lively, brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huazhou, Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongqing are all there.

Besides, little old Yangtou and old Jiangtou also came over.

These people stood, squatted, stomped, and patted the table.

Some are persuading, some are silent, just like the Tathagata Buddha and the eighteen arhats, each with different shapes and expressions.

Among the crowd, there was a person who was firmly in the C position. He was sitting firmly in his wheelchair at the moment. His hair was a little more gray than a few months ago, but he looked good.

It is most appropriate to use the four words of red face.

He seemed to have some flesh on his cheeks, a groomed beard, a decent suit of clothes, and a blanket over his legs.

One hand was casually placed on his lap, and the other hand held a pipe of dry tobacco, smoking it bang bang bang.

From time to time, he squinted his eyes and spit out smoke rings, looking calm and composed, as if the storms in front of him had nothing to do with him.

This aura...Yang Ruoqing only has two words to describe it: Niubi!

If you add three more words, it would be: Niubiklas!
At this moment, everyone in the room was arguing, especially Yang Huazhou, who stood there slapping the table and yelling, wishing to tear down the roof, but our 'Klaas Yang' was as stable as a dog.

He even spit out the smoke ring in the direction of Yang Huazhou, his slightly squinted eyes were full of undisguised contempt and ridicule.

This made Yang Huazhou tremble even more, "If you tell me to smoke, I want you to smoke!"

He rushed forward to grab the tobacco stick that Old Yangtou was holding in his mouth, at this moment, the little old Yangtou quickly reached out to stop Yang Huazhou: "Old Wu, don't be impulsive, he is your father, you must not be rough! "

"He deserves a beating!" Yang Huazhou continued to shout.

Little old Yang shook his head, then nodded again, "Even if you owe a beating, you can't beat him. There is a god three feet above your head. If you beat him, you will have retribution at that time. Think about the children at home. If you do this for him One suffers retribution, is it worth it?"

Yang Huazhou raised his hands above his head, but he was stunned.

(End of this chapter)