Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7834 like a man
Only then did Yang Huaming suddenly realize.

He grinned, and immediately stood up straight, "Hey, I think it's a big deal, and I've been working on it for a long time?"

Yang Huaming's indifferent look and understated tone, not to mention Mrs. Tan, even the old Yang who secretly stood by his side and supported men seeking pleasure was a little unhappy.

"Fourth, don't be foolish, be serious!" the old man shouted.

Yang Huaming was even happier. He shook his shoulders and said, "Father, why am I not serious? I went to see Xiaojuan, so what's the matter?"

"She is Tiedan's mother. I will go to see her and tell her not to come to Changping Village again from now on."

"Since she has done that kind of business of drinking with others, then when she is old and decrepit and no one will take care of her, don't tell people that she has a son!"

Old Yang was stunned, "Ah? You really went for this? Don't you..."

Yang Huaming smiled: "Father, what do you think I am? Good horses don't turn their backs. It was Xiaojuan who despised me for being poor and didn't want to share our troubles."

"For that kind of woman, would I beg her again? Have I, Yang Huaming, never seen a woman? Or am I missing a kneecap?"

Old Yang was silent.

At this time, Tan, who had been angry all day and night, suddenly laughed, and his attitude also made a 180-degree turn.

"The fourth one said that well, like a man!"

Tan stepped on her little feet and came to Yang Huaming with a smile. She stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand towards Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming stepped back subconsciously, raised his arms to protect his face, for fear that Mrs. Tan would slap him again.

Tan's hands were in the air, and she smiled and spat at Yang Huaming: "Look at you, you are so worthless, I won't beat you!"

"But I can't trust my mother!"

Although Yang Huaming said so, he still lowered his hand obediently.

Tan took the opportunity to stand on tiptoe and raise his hands to help him straighten the folds of his clothes on his shoulders.

And he said to him with a pleasant face: "Yesterday, I heard your mother-in-law came back and cried, saying that you went to find a vixen. She was so angry that she rolled on the ground, and I was so angry that I sharpened my scissors all night."

"Now that you come back alone, I'm relieved that you didn't bring the vixen here!"

"What? Scissors? Mom, what do you want to do?"

Yang Huaming's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, he stepped back in horror, and subconsciously clamped his legs.

Lao Yang, who was in the wheelchair, also had a dark face, and quietly lifted the blanket covering his legs.

Mrs. Tan glared at Yang Huaming, "Why are you scared? I sharpen the scissors to scratch the vixen's face, so that she won't confuse you again!"

"Oh, so that's the case." Yang Huaming breathed a sigh of relief again.

Mrs. Tan glanced at Old Yang's head, and then praised Yang Huaming: "You are more promising than your father, and you don't follow a bitch to lick her ass like a male dog in heat!"

"Hey..." Yang Huaming scratched his head and laughed, and also quietly glanced at Old Yang.

Old Yangtou coughed directly from Tan Shi's words.

"See? He feels guilty when I say vixen, and he can only be honest if he hangs his portrait on the wall."

"Are you finished, you crazy woman?"

Old Yang coughed and took time to shout at Mrs. Tan, the old man's face turned into a liver color.

"Am I going to talk? What else can you do to me?" Tan turned around calmly, squinted at Lao Yang's head, and smiled, as if enjoying the pain caused by his anger and coughing at the moment .

Both Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun were on the sidelines to persuade Mrs. Tan to say less, but Ms. Tan ignored their existence.

Old Yang panted heavily and waved his hands at Yang Huazhong and the others: "Don't try to persuade her, no one can stop her when a mad dog bites people, let her bite, anyway, I won't lose half of my flesh!"

Tan sneered: "I used to protect your face, and didn't bother to talk about your bad things, but now I know that you don't want old face."

"Since you don't want to be old-fashioned, then old age will fulfill you, you old man, I miss you back then..."

"Oh, just came in and heard grandma talking about old accounts with grandpa? I'm in time, so I'll listen too."

At such a moment when swords are on the verge of breaking out and gunpowder is everywhere, there are still people who can laugh and walk into the main room.

Looking at the old Yang's family, who else could there be besides Yang Ruoqing?
"Fatty, you came just in time, you can read, write down all these later, and tell them to the storyteller in the teahouse, so that all the villages in ten miles and eight villages will know about this old man's scandal!"

Mrs. Tan caught Yang Ruoqing and asked her to take a pen and paper to take notes.

Yang Ruoqing nodded with a serious face, "Grandma, you open your mouth. I don't use pen and paper. I use my brain to memorize. I have a good memory."

"When I go back, write it down word by word, then print it into a booklet, and send it to the storytellers in various teahouses and restaurants. How about a copy for everyone?"

Mrs. Tan clapped her hands, "That's good, that's good, we're going to ruin this old man's reputation and make him lose face!"

Beside, the other people were dumbfounded when they heard the conversation between the grandmother and grandson.

Old Yang, who was the person involved, was even more shocked and angry, the corners of his lips trembled, and his face turned green.

Both Yang Huazhong and Mrs. Sun were giving Yang Ruoqing secret glances, but Yang Ruoqing deliberately didn't see it.

Not only that, but she also held Tan's arm affectionately, and said with a smile: "Grandma, before recording these things, can I ask you a question first?"

Mrs. Tan was in a good mood, and was about to reveal the scandal of Old Yang to the end. She raised her eyebrows and said, "What? Ask!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Grandma, how much do you care about my grandfather all your life?"

"What? What did you say?"

Tan put her hand on her left ear and pressed it to Yang Ruoqing's mouth.

Yang Ruoqing leaned into Tan's left ear and shouted loudly: "Grandma, I mean, you like my grandfather, and you want him so much!"

"You fat ass, what are you talking about!"

Tan shi retreated to the side like an electric shock, looking at Yang Ruoqing like seeing a ghost.

Earlier, she closed her ears and asked because she didn't hear what Yang Ruoqing was asking clearly, or she heard it, but she didn't believe that she would ask that kind of question, so she wanted to prove whether Yang Ruoqing was crazy.

"I care about him? Just rest, I won't care about him if all the men in the world are dead!" Tan spat on the ground and stomped her feet again, as if this is the only way to increase the credibility of her words .

Yang Ruoqing was still smiling, and said calmly, "Grandma, I'm not talking nonsense, because people say that good and bad depend on each other, and love and hate follow each other."

"There is no unreasonable love, and there is no unreasonable hatred. How much a woman hates a man means how much she loves him. The two are inseparable..."

"That's enough, that's enough, stop talking!" Mrs. Tan stomped her feet, her hand waving as if it was equipped with a small electric motor.

"What's the matter, love, it's so embarrassing to hear, I'm already old, don't talk about those bastards!" Tan said again.

Yang Ruoqing also got serious, "Okay, then I won't talk about it, let's talk about your hatred for my grandfather!"

(End of this chapter)