Splendid peasant girl busy farming

7225 - You evil ghost

The blood on his face had been drained a long time ago, but he didn't expect to be so angry that it turned purple and red, just like the pig liver that was just taken out, as if he could squeeze out the purple with a pinch of his nails Blood comes.

"Father, don't get angry, it hurts your liver." Yang Huaming persuaded him with a sly voice on the side.

Old Yangtou didn't want to pay attention to him as a 'jumping clown' any more, and his eyes of hatred burned Yang Ruoqing.

"Fatty girl, are you scaring me? You didn't really do anything to Yunya, did you?" He asked anxiously again.

Yang Ruoqing rolled her lips and smiled.

"Grandpa, do you look at me like I'm joking?"

Old Yang stared at her fiercely, his eyes darkened little by little, as if during a total lunar eclipse, the shadow spread in his eyes little by little, and soon swallowed up the last white of his eyes.

The old man's eyes were fixed on Yang Ruoqing like two dark abyss holes, as if he wanted to suck her into the abyss forever.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and stroked the fine hair on her arm, she thought to herself, oh my god, why is he so scary like this?Just like the devil.

"I'm tossing about this one, if you have anything to do, come at me, why are you taking your anger out on Yunya?"

Old Yang gritted his teeth, and jumped out word by word with blood and tears.

"Master, you and our elders, we are all filial sons and grandsons, how dare we make trouble with you?"

Yang Ruoqing continued, laughing harmlessly.

On the side, Yang Huaming hurriedly beat the side drum, "Qing'er is so right, we all have your blood running through our bodies, no matter how noisy you are, we will have nothing to do with you!"

"Father, you have always been unscrupulous and unscrupulous, isn't it just that you have recognized that we dare not really do anything to you? Yes, we have a showdown, Dad, you win, we admit it, hahaha..."

He said words of confession, but Yang Huaming's laughter was really hearty!
Why?

Because Qing'er found a way to restrain the old man.

Yang Huaming ignored Old Yang's distorted face on the verge of collapse, and deliberately asked Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, this move is good, is this move famous?"

Yang Ruoqing didn't need to evade, she pursed her lips and said four words with a smile: "Damage transfer."

"Master, I'm calling you again, I hope you can listen carefully."

After Yang Ruoqing teased Yang Huaming, she started talking to old Yang Tou.

"It's all because of Yunya that you suffer like this. If that's the case, then Yunya should accompany you through these experiences, otherwise I'm sorry for your old infatuation."

"So, from now on, if you always bite your tongue while eating, I will send someone to cut Yunya's tongue,"

"Grandpa, if you knock your head against the wall, I'll smash Yunya's head with a stone,"

"In short, if the master is fine, Yunya will be fine, and if the master makes a mistake, Yunya will not feel better either."

"If Master dies today, I'll kill Yunya and let her be buried with you. How about it? Am I a filial and good granddaughter?"

Old Yang was struggling to catch Yang Ruoqing, but Luo Fengtang raised his hand to block her behind.

Lao Yang grabbed the pillow behind him and threw it towards her, the pillow was also blocked by Luo Fengtang's body.

His body was like an iron wall, and the pillow was smashed instantly, and the cotton wool and reed flowers inside floated out, like a snowfall.

During the period, it was accompanied by the hysterical roar of the old man: "Go away, go away, you evil ghost..."

The goal was achieved, Yang Ruoqing smiled like a spring breeze, and gave old Yang a blessing before she retreated.

……

When we parted from Lao Yangtou, everyone was so tired that they turned their backs on their backs.

Unlike other people who can go back to catch up on sleep, Yang Huaming and Yang Yongzhi's uncle and nephew have to go to the Taoist temple later.

"Fourth uncle, third brother, you can rest at home this afternoon, and go to the Taoist temple tomorrow."

The Taoist temple belonged to Yang Ruoqing, and Yang Ruoqing took the initiative to give the two of them a holiday, Yang Huaming was so excited.

Originally, he planned that there should be nothing to do in the Taoist temple. Devoted men and women basically go to burn incense in the morning, and the afternoon is just some simple cleaning and tidying. At that time, I should catch a gap and catch up on sleep.

Unexpectedly, Yang Ruoqing gave them a holiday directly, which is even better.

"Qing'er, you are really considerate, so the fourth uncle will accept your kindness!"

After saying this, Yang Huaming went home to catch up on sleep.

But Yang Yongzhi said to Yang Ruoqing: "Fourth Uncle is older, give him a fake. I can handle it when I am young, so I don't need a fake."

If both of them went to rest, there would be a shortage of manpower in the Taoist temple.

"Third brother, I don't care about this afternoon, Daoist Yuan will dispatch people, so you can go back and rest for a while." Yang Ruoqing persuaded sincerely.

His eyes fell on Yang Yongzhi's slightly crooked nose, "And your nose, how is it now?"

At the beginning, Dabai broke Yang Yongzhi's nose bridge with his fist. Since then, the straight nose bridge passed down by the old Yang family ancestors has said goodbye to Yang Yongzhi.

When a person's nose is a little crooked, it affects the overall face, and the facial features seem to be slightly distorted, making it not as pleasing to the eye as before.

Well, he's a man who doesn't care about changes in appearance, but there's also a root of disease in his nose.

"I've been using the pot you gave me, Qing'er, to wash my nose a while ago. It's been really comfortable for a while, and I can sleep well at night."

While speaking, Yang Yongzhi coughed dryly again.

The problem with other people's noses is that the snot flows out continuously, but he just pours it down his throat in reverse, causing him to cough a few times to clear his throat before he can say a few words to feel comfortable.

Yang Ruoqing heard the clue from Yang Yongzhi's voice, "Why, haven't you washed it for a while? I think your situation, third brother, seems to have worsened."

Yang Yongzhi smiled embarrassingly, "The salt for washing the nose is gone. I used the salt from cooking at home to wash it for a few days. It was so bad that I stopped washing it."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help laughing, "Third brother, you can't use the salt from cooking at home to wash it, it will backfire."

"I'm going out for a few days. When I come back, I'll bring you salt."

"Qing'er, that's too much trouble for you, tell me where I can buy it, and I'll go buy it myself."

"Let me bring it for you, third brother. Those things are more difficult to buy. I'm afraid that if you go to buy them, they will use other salts to fool you."

"Then... well, third brother, thank you in advance, if there is nothing else, I will go to the Taoist temple first."

"Well, I can't stop you, so go."

For those who stick to their posts like the third brother, Yang Ruoqing will naturally express something when the red envelopes are distributed during the Dragon Boat Festival.

Back home, Wang Cuilian had already reheated lunch and invited Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang to come and eat.

I was too hungry before, and I thought I wasn't hungry. I didn't expect that I just sat down at the dining table, and saw the big pot of yellow croaker, fried river prawns and tofu on the table, and my appetite suddenly came.

After a rambunctious meal, I drank a bowl of sweet wolfberry tremella and lotus seed soup at the end. When I touched my round belly and sat on the stool, I felt so satisfied. I searched all the Chinese textbooks and couldn’t find the words to describe it. !
(End of this chapter)