Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7810
Early the next morning, the Zhang family's marriage team went to Liao's village.

When passing by the main road at the entrance of the village, he found Old Yang sitting at the gate of Yang Huazhong's house, with his hands resting on the armrests of his wheelchair, staring straight at the approaching team.

His eyes swept over the members of the welcoming team one by one, making these young and old who were going to pick them up a little uncomfortable.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Youfu made a pause gesture with the team, then came to Old Yang, bowed respectfully to the old man, and called out: "Old Master Yang."

Only then did Old Yang's soul slowly come back to his senses, and his straight eyes focused on the man in front of him who was in his prime and had a simple smile.

"Today is your good day, congratulations." Lao Yangtou has said countless words like this to countless people in his life.

Whether it's from the heart or in a polite and perfunctory manner, the old man speaks with ease.

Even if it is polite and perfunctory, it is impossible to have the slightest burden in my heart.

But at this moment, the words of blessing made his mouth bitter, and his heart was like knocking over a five-flavored bottle, with all kinds of tastes, sweet, bitter, spicy.

Zhang Youfu smiled gratefully, "Thank you, Old Master Yang, for your auspicious words, I hope I can count on your blessing!"

Lao Yang nodded, and took a few glances at the groom's wedding dress on Zhang Youfu, "Spiritual."

Zhang Youfu also looked down at his clothes, feeling very embarrassed.

Old Yang said again: "Meiying is a good woman. Our old Yang family wronged her, so I will leave it to you in the future. Treat her well."

Zhang Youfu froze for a moment, then nodded vigorously.

"And Zhen'er..." The old man hesitated to speak.

"Old Master Yang, don't worry, I will treat Zhen'er like my own son!" Zhang Youfu stood up straight and promised in a deep voice.

Old Yangtou finally showed a relieved smile, and patted Zhang Youfu's arm: "Go, don't delay the auspicious time."

Watching the wedding procession go away, the sound of trumpets and suonas can still be vaguely heard. Lao Yangtou sat at the door, unable to regain his senses for a long time.

My mind is full of images of Yang Yongxian's marriage that year, and the old Yang's family's welcoming team is also like this, going to the Liaojia Village to welcome their relatives...

Time flies, things change.

A few lines of old tears rolled down his face.

In the middle of the morning, the sound of gongs and drums came from outside again. It should be that the wedding reception team has returned.

The old man told Mrs. Sun: "Go, close the courtyard door."

Sun and Yang Huazhong have been worried all day long, always paying attention to the old man's emotional changes.

When the team passed by in the morning, the old man was talking to Zhang Youfu outside, while Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun were watching secretly not far away.

At this moment, the old man gave orders, and Mrs. Sun hurried over to close the gate of the courtyard.

The welcoming team passed by the door of Yang Huazhong's house with whistling noises, and the sound gradually disappeared in the village.

In the main room, Old Yang heaved a long sigh, "It's all fate!"

Mother-in-law, son, it’s all someone else’s now, and Yongxian won’t come back, I’ll regret it in the future...it’s too late!
"Father, everyone has their own destiny. Take care of your body and don't worry so much." Yang Huazhong handed the shredded tobacco and the tobacco stick to the old man's hand, softly comforting him.

Old Yang nodded his head, "I can't worry so much anymore, just let it go."

Yang Huazhong added: "Sooner or later, Yongxian will have his own children. Didn't Yongbai say it last time when he came back, now that he has many women around him, and he has made money, then there must be a group of wives and concubines, and he will worry about not having children! "

Old Yang smiled bitterly, with a touch of sarcasm.

"It doesn't matter how many wives and concubines you marry later, Zhen'er is the real son, can it be the same?" the old man asked.

He is the first son, but not the eldest son.

The eldest son was Xiu'er, born by Li Xiu's heart, but it was a pity that Xiu'er's life was not good, and he was cheated to death by his biological mother.

If Xiu'er hadn't died young, he would have been educated now, what a pity!

Old Yang looked gloomy, sitting in a wheelchair depressed and sad.

Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun looked at each other, and could faintly guess what the old man was upset about. Yang Huazhong said, "Father, let me invite Old Jiang Uncle to come over and have a conversation with you?"

Old Yang waved his hand: "Don't, he is not my boredom tool."

"Then, shall I take you to Old Jiang's uncle?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Old Yang shook his head again, "I'm not going, Jiang Xianjun is now living with your old uncle Jiang, and your old uncle Jiang also has a lot of troubles in his heart!"

"Then go to Sun's house and sit for a while?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Old Yang shook his head again, "Why don't you take me to the fish pond, and I'll go see the blacksmith feeding the fish."

"okay!"

When Lao Yang headed to the fish pond, Blacksmith Luo listened to what Yang Huazhong asked Yu Xingkui to whisper, and then Blacksmith Luo said to Yu Xingkui: "Go back and tell the third son, and let him rest assured that I promise to let the old man play this morning." Comfortable."

Blacksmith Luo found two fishing rods, one for himself and one for Lao Yangtou, and they sat side by side by the fish pond and started fishing.

Old Yangtou resisted at first. After living for decades, it was common for him to go up the mountain to cut firewood, and he also did a lot of things in the river to catch fish and shrimp.

But it was the first time for me to put everything aside and sit by the water and fish seriously.

In the past, he felt that sitting here fishing was a waste of time and life.

Unexpectedly, Blacksmith Luo stuffed the fishing rod into his hand today, and threw the fishing line into the water with half a push. Holding the fishing rod with both hands, his eyes were fixed on the floating marks in the water. The hook that was biting the hook swayed, and even the fishing rod in his hand reacted. The previous resistance receded a little bit, and Lao Yangtou's spiritual power was also attracted.

Especially when he felt that the fishing rod in his hand was being pulled down by a force, making it more and more bent, he kept in mind the essentials taught by Blacksmith Luo, gritted his teeth, held the fishing rod tightly, and pulled the fish in the water hard. Throw the thread back.

The water splashed, and a fish jumped out of the water. Its mouth was stuck by the hook and it was still struggling. Finally, it fell on the grass next to it. The hook was still stuck, and it was still jumping.

"Ha, did you really catch it? It's interesting!" Old Yang squinted at his spoils, smiling so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.

Blacksmith Luo quickly put down the fishing rod in his hand and ran over to carefully pick off the fish that Lao Yangtou caught, and put them in the prepared water basin to raise them.

"Uncle, this is a small crucian carp. I weighed it and weighed half a catty!"

"Ha, no wonder the hands are heavy." Old Yang said.

If you catch another one, you can make a bowl of fish soup at noon?
"Uncle, you're lucky, come on, keep fishing, maybe you can still catch it!"

"Well, then try again."

Old Yang took the fishing rod reloaded with bait, threw it into the water, and concentrated on fishing again.

As expected, as Blacksmith Luo said, Old Yangtou was lucky today, and he took the bait again after a while.

(End of this chapter)