Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7690 Porcelain dolls are still brittle

"Qing'er is right, they really don't deserve the surname Yang!" Old Yang also said dully.

"Third son, open the family tree later, and remove them both!"

Old Yang gritted his teeth and slapped the armrest of the wheelchair heavily with his palm.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the back of old Yangtou's bulging veins. Brother Yongxian has always been Lao Yangtou's darling. Even though he didn't get any fame in the exam, in the old man's heart, this weight is far more important than the number one grandson of the third room, Da'an. Much more!

For the old man to say such a thing, it seems that this time he is really angry.

Even if Yang Yongxian slept with Yunya back then, old Yangtou was never so annoyed.

The little grandpa has a spirit in the sky, if he can hear this, he will definitely be very moved.

"Master, let's talk about expulsion later. The most urgent thing is to take care of my little grandpa's funeral first." Yang Ruoqing said.

Then he turned around and said to Yang Yongqing: "There is also my little cousin, don't be impulsive, first let the little grandpa's funeral go smoothly, and later on, when do you want to go to Baige Town to find them, and how do you want to fight?" , I won't stop it."

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Of course, Yang Ruoqing kept this sentence in her heart, so she couldn't say it out.

After saying it, the little cousin must not float into the sky?

Because of Yang Huazhong's persuasion, brothers Yang Yongzhi and Yang Yongqing temporarily canceled their decision to go to Baige Town.

Stay here, and everyone will work together to take care of little old Yangtou's funeral first.

In the next two or three days, the big guys held a lively funeral for the little old man according to the customs in this area.

In this funeral, Lao Yangtou was the person who surprised Lao Yang's family and the villagers of Changping Village the most.

Because the old man stayed with his younger brother from the beginning to the end. Before he was encoffined, the old man sat by the door.

After being encoffined, the coffin was carried to the ancestral hall, and the old man stood by the coffin, almost inseparable.

In the early morning of the third day, the sky was bright, and the gates of the courtyards on both sides of the road leading from the ancestral hall at the entrance of the village to the mountain behind the village were tacitly hung with fine-mesh sieves or gossip mirrors.

Because early this morning, little old Yangtou's coffin will pass by this road and be sent to the mountain for burial.

Luo Fengtang also rushed back to the village in the middle of the night, rushed to the ancestral hall to participate in the last ritual ceremony of little old Yangtou, and kowtowed for the last time.

The funeral finally came to an end. Except for the ignorant children, everyone in Lao Yang's family was exhausted.

"Everyone is tired, go home and have a good rest, and come to Sanfang for dinner at noon."

Old Yangtou was pushed out by Yu Xingkui, and confessed to everyone in such a rare and loving manner.

Yang Huazhong's brothers felt distressed when they saw Lao Yang's old and haggard appearance.

Yang Huazhong looked at Old Yang's sallow face, "Father, you've been exhausted these days, so why don't you take a rest later?"

Lao Yang shook his head, "I can't sleep, once I close my eyes, it's your uncle."

"He left in a hurry without even saying goodbye."

It's a pity to say it, but Huangquan Road is a one-way street, and there is no return.

"Father, my uncle has also reached that age, so it's a happy funeral," Yang Huazhong said comfortingly, "Although the old man left suddenly and didn't have time to tell us a few words, compared to those who are sick in bed, my uncle is already very blessed. Well, at least I didn't suffer a little bit."

Old Yangtou agrees with Yang Huazhong's statement.

There is a saying that there are no filial sons in front of a long-term sick bed, no matter how filial your children and grandchildren are, they wait for the sickness for a long time, take feces and urine, keep medicine stones, waste people and waste money, and endure the bad temper of the patients tortured by illness...

No matter how good the children and grandchildren are, there are times when they are bored. Even if they don’t say it, they may hope that the old man will leave sooner.

And the old man himself was in great pain.

What is the happiest thing for a person?
That is, you can run and jump by yourself, eat whatever you want, and go where you want to go.

So for those elderly people, what they look forward to most is that they can sleep in one night in the future, and don't let them experience the pain of slow knife cutting before death.

Walking easily is a relief and a blessing.

"Father, you haven't eaten a few bites in the past few days. If you go on like this, your body will collapse." Yang Huazhong said again.

"Go back later, let them give you a whole mouthful of food first, and then go to bed when you are full, okay?"

Old Yang looked at Yang Huazhong's bloodshot eyes, and then at his bandaged leg.

Sighing, "Okay, daddy will listen to you, but your daddy has to listen to daddy, go back and lie down on the bed, unless you don't plan to have this leg."

Yang Huazhong smiled sincerely. How long did it take for the father and son to sit down and chat peacefully like this?
On the side, Yang Huazhou sighed secretly when he heard all this.

Dad doesn't seem to be so confused now, and he has turned back to the old man who is reasonable and can communicate.

As long as Dad is not confused, the miasma that hangs over Lao Yang's house will gradually dissipate, that's great!

……

Luo family.

Although during the funeral arrangements, everyone deliberately took care of Yang Ruoqing, a pregnant woman, and did not allow her to kneel and kowtow, but Yang Ruoqing spent almost all her time at the ancestral hall except for eating and sleeping.

When the rest of Lao Yang's family followed the Taoist priest three times and nine times to worship and perform various religious ceremonies, she sat on the small hard stool next to her and watched quietly.

Occasionally, I got up and put a few sticks of incense in the bowl of uncooked rice in front of the spirit card.

So when the funeral was over, she was so tired that her waist ached and her back ached. She lay on the lazy couch with all her clothes on and didn't want to get up.

When Luo Fengtang came back from the outside, what he saw in front of him was someone reclined on a lazy couch with his stomach protruding high, just like Zhu Bajie lying in a watermelon field after eating enough watermelon.

There is no image at all!

But in Luo Fengtang's eyes, such an image of Yang Ruoqing is really naive.

He came over and gently scratched her nose.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly opened her eyes.

Seeing that it was him, he lost seven points of sleepiness and sat up immediately.

Luo Fengtang quickly reached out to support her, "Slow down, slow down, don't flinch."

Yang Ruoqing supported her back, smiling helplessly.

"When did I become so fragile? Like a china doll."

"There are three people now, more fragile than porcelain dolls." Luo Fengtang joked unexpectedly.

Yang Ruoqing didn't answer him, but sat down while supporting his arm, raised her head and asked him, "Did you go to see the night?"

Luo Fengtang nodded: "I just came from his side."

"That kid is seriously injured," Yang Ruoqing said, "I almost lost an arm because of my fifth uncle."

Luo Fengtang said 'hmm', "Yeyi is that kind of person, it's irrelevant, like a stone in a cold cellar."

"The person who has been identified, or the family of the person who has been identified, can have his life handed over, let alone an arm?"

"Hey, that's the reason, but the wound... almost broke, and I'm sweating for him just thinking about it." Yang Ruoqing said again.

Luo Fengtang patted her head, "Stop sweating, no matter what the consequences are, as long as he thinks it's worth it!"

(End of this chapter)