Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8197 The Truth

"The rooster crows before leaving? My mother, it seems that she is not a living thing!"

Lao Yang has lingering fears on his face. He has heard many rumors about this since he was a child. They all say that the world is divided into yin and yang. Daytime belongs to yang and night belongs to yin.

Yin and Yang alternate without interfering with each other.

And those people and things that live between yin and yang naturally do not interfere with each other.

With the rooster crowing as an agreed line, no one is allowed to cross the line.

"Could it be that ghost kid stole the things that were lost in our village a few days ago?" Yang Huaming suddenly asked such a question.

Yang Huamei said: "Then you don't need to ask. It's probably true. Children, they can't tell which things are worth money and which things are not. They must only focus on food."

Yang Yongzhi, who has not spoken for a long time, also raised his own question: "Since ghost children have no concept of money, why did they leave a piece of paper money when they stole Heifeng's house?"

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, racked her brains and thought for a while, "I see."

All eyes were on her.

"What do you know? Tell me quickly." Yang Huaming urged.

Yang Huamei said: "Because Heifeng's house is a grocery store, a place to buy and sell things, maybe when that ghost child was alive, his parents taught him to go to those places and ask for money!"

The corners of the mouths of everyone in the room twitched.

Yang Yongqing even shook his shoulders and laughed, "According to what you say, aunt, is he still a well-educated kid?"

Yang Huamei blushed, "Don't believe me, maybe I'm really fooled!"

Yang Yongqing shook his head, he definitely didn't believe it.

Yang Huazhong pushed open the door of the Westinghouse and looked around.

He didn't say much.

Others are talking non-stop, but they are all sitting at the table.

Yang Huazhong didn't say much, but what he didn't stop were his feet, hands, and eyes.

He was the only one in the room who was really looking back and forth at the scene, checking, and thinking.

"Third, do you have anything to say?"

Yang Huazhong paused his scrutiny, turned around and looked at the crowd, "No matter what that thing outside is, I was thinking, if it was aimed at the leftover braised pork from Niang and Meier, then its target should be in the stove. Why are you staring at this sleeping room?"

After Yang Huazhong's question was raised, everyone began to think about it.

Yang Huamei was the first to think of something, and her face suddenly turned pale, "Could it be that she wants to steal the baby to eat? Oh my god!"

She couldn't sit still anymore, she jumped off the stool and was about to rush into the West Room, but was grabbed by Mrs. Tan.

"Mei'er, just worry about it. It's not for your baby, it's for braised pork."

"Mother, you don't understand, if it's braised pork, why doesn't it go to the kitchen?"

Tan opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

"Mom, what do you want to say?"

"I didn't want to say anything."

"No, if you look at it like this, you are hiding something from me."

Tan withdrew her hand, propped her face away from her eyes: "I really didn't hide it."

Old Yang shook his head, "Mei Er don't ask, your mother probably hid the braised pork in the house."

"What?" Yang Huamei's eyes widened.

Then he went to see Mrs. Tan again: "Mother, did you really put the braised pork in the house? No wonder I always smelled a smell when I slept last night. I thought it was because the smell didn't dissipate after eating!"

Mrs. Tan grinned at Yang Huamei.

Then, he turned his head to stare at Old Yang, and said viciously: "As long as you are capable, you know everything, you stinky old bastard!"

Old Yang said: "I can't bear it, and I don't want to show off. I know you well."

"As soon as you lifted your butt, I knew what shit you were going to do!"

Tan's face turned green, and she subconsciously grabbed the tea bowl on the table and was about to smash Lao Yang's head, but when she grabbed it empty, she realized that there was no tea bowl on the table at all.

As soon as she patted the table, the back of her hand was held down by Yang Huamei.

"Mom, why are you hiding everything from me? You're always against me. I told you repeatedly yesterday that you shouldn't put the leftover meat in the house. First, it's smelly, and second, it's easy." Hiring thieves will bring us hidden dangers."

"Isn't it just a bowl of meat? If you put it in the stove, even if it is stolen, it's just a bowl of meat."

"You have to use it as a bait to recruit the thieves, and you've been scared all night. Mother, why don't you listen to my advice? Why do you just go your own way? Are you trying to piss me off?"

Yang Huamei became angrier as she spoke, tears came out of her eyes.

Seeing the old girl's appearance, Mrs. Tan became anxious, and hurriedly got up from the stool, standing in front of Yang Huamei helplessly.

He wanted to pass a handkerchief to the old girl, but the handkerchief was taken out by the old girl just as he took it out.

Tan became more and more anxious. She, who had never bowed her head to admit mistakes in her life, had no arrogance in front of the old girl.

"It's mother's fault. Mother didn't listen to you. Mother promises that this is the last time. Don't be angry, okay? It's not worth it if you get angry, but your body is your own..." The old lady said repeatedly Apologizing, tremblingly wanted to hand over the handkerchief again.

Yang Huamei looked at Tan Shi angrily, "Where is the meat?"

"Huh? Do you want to eat?"

"I said, where do you hide the meat in the house?" Yang Huamei raised her voice and asked again.

Tan came back to her senses, "I'll get it, I'll get it!"

She kicked her little feet and rushed into the west room like a gust of wind, and everyone else followed. Even Lao Yang, who was unable to move, pushed his wheelchair towards the door of the west room, and stretched his neck to look inside.

I saw Tan ran straight to the big bed where she was sleeping, kicked off her shoes, knelt down, her knees fell on the shoes, and her body was completely flat on the ground.

The right arm reached under the bed, and after a while of groping, it pulled out a basket covered with spider silk, covered with a black veil.

Tan brushed off the spider silk on the outside, uncovered the veil, and took out a black pottery bowl with both hands, and then carefully carried it to the main room and put it on the table.

After a night of refrigeration, the braised pork is covered with a thick layer of white lard.

There was a fishy smell of cold lard on the table. Everyone's stomachs were still empty in the morning, and when they suddenly smelled this smell... I almost didn't spit it out.

"Grandma, you really know how to hide things. If you hide this thing under the bed, you won't be afraid of attracting mice!" Yang Yongqing tilted his head and his shoulders were shaking.

For a person like him who loves meat, this bowl of meat doesn't even whet his appetite.

Tan was too lazy to talk to Yang Yongqing. In her heart, this eldest grandson with crooked eyes and slanted mouth was the most unpleasant to talk to, just treat him like a dog barking.

Right now, the old lady is still focusing on her old daughter Yang Huamei. She holds up the bowl and faces Yang Huamei with a flattering smile: "Mei Er, the meat is out, do you want to eat it? If you want to eat, I will give it to you." hot……"

After she had finished speaking, her hand was empty, Yang Huamei grabbed the bowl of meat and went straight to the door, throwing the vegetables and the bowl on the ground.

"Eat, eat, eat, whoever wants to eat, eat it, isn't it just a few pieces of meat, it's a toss to death!"

(End of this chapter)