Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7927 It's Too Late
Changping Village.

Since the firecrackers were sent by Heitang, it was Heitang's kindness, and Yang Huazhong accepted it.

Old Yangtou didn't have any objection to this, and he pointed it out to Yang Huazhong shrewdly: "Heitang wants you to take care of his family's business more in the future!"

Yang Huazhong smiled, "That must be what it means."

Yang Yongqing thought of something and suddenly smiled.

"What are you laughing at? Did we say something wrong?" Old Yang squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Yongqing.

Yang Yongqing happened to be looking at old Yangtou too. Seeing the old man like this, he couldn't help laughing even wider.

"Grandpa, you don't know. Last time, the Heifeng brothers and sisters thought you were dead, so they went to town and brought back two carts of firecracker paper, planning to make a fortune!"

"What? What did you say kid?"

"Young boy, don't talk nonsense!" Yang Huazhong quickly scolded Yang Yongqing, but it was too late.

Old Yang raised his hand to Yang Huazhong and made a gesture to silence him, and then asked Yang Yongqing: "You repeat what you said earlier, what's going on!"

Yang Yongqing tried his best to hold back his laughter, and told Old Yang the whole story of what happened last time.

At that time, Lao Yang was still living in the small house at the entrance of the village, and he was always angry and tossing with the people of Lao Yang's family because of Yun Ya's matter.

Later, he was sick and didn't eat. When the villagers saw that the descendants of Lao Yang's family were rushing to the house over there, some people liked to make clever guesses.

And these speculations were overheard by some people with bad mouths, so they added fuel and vinegar to spread everywhere.

When it got to the brown sugar and black phoenix brothers and sisters who opened the grocery store, the words became that Lao Yang had just passed away, and Lao Yang's family needed a large number of incense paper firecrackers.

In view of the influence of Lao Yang's family in Changping Village, [-]% of the villagers must buy incense paper firecrackers to mourn the funeral.

Heitang and Heifeng brothers and sisters thought this was a business opportunity, so they hurriedly closed the door of the grocery store, went to the town to wholesale two carts full of incense sticks and came back.

As a result, it was only when he arrived in the village that he found that Old Yang was not dead at all, but just a routine toss.

The siblings had no choice but to return the items back to the town, because they were worn out on the way back and forth, and the boss there refused to agree to a refund or return, and they almost got into a fight.

"...In the end, it was the third uncle who passed by there, happened to bump into him, and helped to persuade them, and finally made both sides give way." Yang Yongqing added at the end.

Old Yang's hair was furious when he heard it, and reprimanded Yang Huazhong angrily: "Why do you like to be a good person so much? They are cursing your father and I to die, and you still go to help others?"

"You shouldn't have helped those dog brothers and sisters out of the siege, you should have let them lose money, you should!"

Yang Huazhong sat on the bed, laughed along with him, and waited until Lao Yang's hair was on fire before explaining calmly.

"Father, I didn't know about it at the time. I went to the town to do other things, and I just happened to bump into him when I was passing by."

"At that time, I thought that they were all from the same village. I couldn't see their brothers and sisters fighting with the boss and buddy in the shop, right?"

"I didn't know why their brothers hoarded so much goods until the siege was over. I was also pissed off, so I scolded them at that time."

Old Yangtou leaned forward slightly, opened his eyes wide and asked, "Are you really complaining?"

Yang Huazhong nodded with a serious face, "Son, I dare not lie."

Regarding this point, Old Yangtou still believed in Yang Huazhong, and hearing that he scolded Heitang Heifeng, this was also a kind of protection for his own father, the old man's anger dissipated a little.

"Hmph, they want to make a fortune, but the old man, I have a long life, so I should piss them off! You should!"

"Yes, Dad, you live a long life."

"Master, you live a long life, you want to shed your skin in this world, just like that snake." Yang Yongqing also hurriedly followed like a dog's tail.

Old Yang laughed angrily, and pointed at Yang Yongqing: "You kid even flattered the horse's legs, go, go, do what you should do, don't be an eyesore to me."

After such a delay, Yang Huazhong was also a little anxious, pointing to the firecracker and telling Yang Yongqing: "Hurry up, send the firecracker to the mountain to release it, or it will be past time if it is late."

"That's it!" Yang Yongqing, who was strong and strong, came over and strode away with the firecracker in his arms.

Before leaving, I still didn’t forget to shout: “Third Uncle, I’ll come to your house for dinner at noon!”

Yang Huazhong smiled, "Okay, you run errands for third uncle, and ask your third aunt to feed you a whole pig's trotter at noon!"

"Alright!" Yang Yongqing ran away.

Old Yang was very angry and helpless, "Third son, you are too used to him, a nephew who runs errands for his uncle and needs a meal? What are you talking about!"

Yang Huazhong's eyes were sincere, "Father, you can't speak like that. My brothers settle accounts clearly, and it's tiring to go all the way to the mountains."

"What's more, even if he doesn't help me with errands and wants to come to my third uncle's house for a meal, we can still afford it. You must know that his father and I are brothers!"

Yang Huazhong's last words reached the heart of Old Yang, and the old man's eyes softened.

He let out a long sigh, and nodded slightly in relief, "It's right for our old Yang family to be entrusted to you now."

……

After Yang Yongqing finished his errands, he came directly to Yang Huazhong's house to wait for lunch.

At this time, in the kitchen in the backyard, Mrs. Sun was busy cooking. The fish head was being fried in the pot, and the pig's trotters and soybeans were bubbling and bubbling in the clay pot on the small stove next to it.

In her busy schedule, Mrs. Sun took the time to lift the lid of the earthen jar, and took a long-handled wooden spoon with a hook into the earthen jar to stir gently.

The pig's trotter soup was boiled until it was as milky and attractive, and the soybeans showed signs of being shredded, with a strong aroma.

Mrs. Sun nodded in satisfaction, put the lid back on, and sealed the fire in the stove, leaving a faint spark to slowly keep warm.

Yang Yongqing was so seduced by the strange fragrance that he didn't even bother to talk to Yang Huazhong, and ran straight into the kitchen.

"Third Aunt, it smells so good!"

"Is it delicious? You can eat a few more pieces when you bring it to the table later, it is specially stewed for you." Sun said with a smile.

Yang Yongqing nodded again and again, "Third Aunt, can I try a piece first? I can't help it!"

Sun was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

"But I haven't salted it yet, I'll put it on the fire before serving it on the table, if you're not afraid of it..."

"Forget it, I'll eat it later at the table."

Adhering to the rule of 'thieves don't leave empty space', Yang Yongqing looked around and found that there were two bowls of vegetables on the pot table that had already been cooked, so he took a piece of each dish and threw it into his mouth.

"Oh, there are chopsticks by the side, don't use your hands..." Sun couldn't laugh or cry.

Yang Yongqing licked his oil-stained fingers and said to Sun's face with satisfaction: "You can only have a soul if you hold it with your hands. Third aunt, you go first, I'll find third uncle!"

After saying that, he ran away.

Mrs. Sun came over and fiddled with the arrangement of the two bowls of dishes with her chopsticks. Thinking of Yang Yongqing's words, she still thought it was fun.

Why do you eat a dish and still eat your soul?These children, each talk is more funny than the other.

(End of this chapter)