Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8502 Cleanliness
No, Yang Huazhou directly found a hoe and stuffed it into Yang Huamao's hand, "Here, it's your turn!"

Yang Huamao took the hoe handed over by Yang Huazhou, and then looked at the puddle of urine-concrete ground in the corner... His brows were twisted like freshly baked twists, and his face was squeezed into a bitter melon face.

He hesitated for a while, and asked Yang Huazhou and the others: "Do you really want to dig that piece of land?"

Yang Huazhou was straightforward and impatient, and immediately said loudly: "Yes, yes, dig quickly!"

Yang Huamao hesitated, and switched the hoe from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand, as if this was not a hoe, but a hot potato that was hot to the touch.

Seeing Yang Huazhou, the Yang Huazhong brothers were anxious.

Yang Huazhong moved and walked towards Yang Huamao. Yang Ruoqing noticed Yang Huazhong's body language, and worried that her honest, loyal and warm-hearted father might want to dig for Yang Huamao?
Yang Ruoqing rushed to Yang Huamao before Yang Huazhong, and blocked Yang Huazhong with her hand behind her.

At the same time, she was still asking Yang Huamao: "Uncle Huamao, why don't you put down your hoe? What are you waiting for?"

Yang Huamao smiled at Yang Ruoqing in embarrassment, "That land is too wasteful, uncle, uncle, uncle, can you dig another piece of land?"

Change land?
Yang Ruoqing couldn't hold back, she laughed on the spot.

Mrs. Liu followed, and burst out laughing when she heard Yang Huamao's words.

"I said Brother Huamao, brother Huamao, are you stupid or just kidding? You dislike that land and refuse to dig it with a hoe, but your family's money is buried under that land. You don't want to change it. Digging in a clean place, but you are exhausted digging, and you can’t dig a big fart until your hair and beard are gray!”

Mrs. Liu said with a smile, Yang Huamao's face was flushed red with embarrassment because of the rush of the phone call.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou brothers looked at each other, both of them were a little displeased with Yang Huamao's behavior, what are you afraid of, a big man?Don't just wash your hands a few more times after you're done!
"Uncle Hua Mao, this is your family's money. We can only help you so far. If you want money, you can do it yourself. It is useless to rely on others. Unless you are willing to dig The money that comes out is divided into half, so there are probably a bunch of people in and out of the yard rushing to dig it for you, haha!"

Yang Ruoqing worried that Yang Huamao would have the cheek to ask Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou for help, so she rushed ahead and cut off Yang Huamao's retreat.

"I'll help you dig!"

Sure enough, when Yang Ruoqing said this, many spectators in the crowd responded loudly.

"Not half of it, just give me a tael of silver, and I'll dig it all!"

"Don't rob me of anyone, it's not a matter of money or not, I'm just so warm-hearted, come, come, Huamao give me the hoe..."

Seeing the half-truth and half-fake booing of the surrounding people, and even the fact that someone was coming to snatch the hoe in his hand, Yang Huamao's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously clenched the hoe in his hand.

Mrs. Huang, who was "intimately embracing" Mrs. Huasheng on the ground, also heard the commotion here. Taking advantage of the strife between the two sides, she took the time to yell at Yang Huamao: "Are you a dead person or what? Why don't you help me?" It’s okay for my old lady to fight, but if you ask you to dig a ground, you’re still a man? Can’t you survive this day?”

As her opponent, Mrs. Huasheng grinned with a sinister smile and taunted Huang: "Even if my Huasheng is in jail, he is still a good man who takes care of the family and never makes me tired. Your Huamao is just a wimp." Trash Dim Sum, you are so pitiful!"

"You are pitiful, my old lady will just tear your mouth apart, who is pitiful!" Mrs. Huang was completely ruthless, hugging Mrs. Huasheng, scratching and scratching, showing her trump card, a big move More constantly.

Yang Huamao was scolded by Mrs. Huang, and then saw Mrs. Huang fighting madly with Mrs. Huasheng. He was really entangled in standing still and stomping his feet.

Mrs. Liu came to Yang Ruoqing's side, lowered her voice, and said mysteriously, "I can't blame you, Uncle Hua Mao, for dawdling. Let me tell you a secret, he has a cleanliness habit!"

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing looked at Mrs. Liu in surprise.

Mrs. Liu nodded with a serious face, "Your fourth uncle also has a bit of cleanliness, but it's not very serious. Your uncle Huamao is much worse than your fourth uncle. Look at him, there are so many gentlemen in this room, and he is the one who wears the best clothes." It's neat. Even if he goes to work in the fields, he has to go to the field ditch to wash his shoes several times when he steps on the dirt!"

Fourth Uncle Yang Huaming has a slight obsession with cleanliness, Yang Ruoqing knows this well.

Don't look at anything else, just look at the fourth uncle's hair is combed smoothly throughout the year, and the stubble is shaved almost every day. Even in cold weather, he must wash his hair no more than five days at most. Oily, or have dandruff.

Even so, it's just a slight cleanliness.

It is conceivable that Yang Huamao, who is more serious than the fourth uncle's cleanliness disorder, has a shadow area in his heart at this moment, and it is estimated that the most profound equations are difficult to calculate.

But even so, it was impossible for Yang Ruoqing to agree to ask Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou to help, unless there were other villagers willing to help dig for money, then she had no objection.

"Uncle Hua Mao, have you made up your mind? Shall we help you dig?" Another villager who was about to move was asking.

Yang Huamei's face was full of confusion, although she yelled at the villagers who were booing: "Go, don't mess around."

However, there was obvious shake in his eyes.

Huang who was on the ground took advantage of the rolling and swept to see Yang Huamao still standing there holding a hoe in his hand, rolling his eyes angrily.

"You worthless dim sum, my old lady is here desperately trying to help you pester the Huasheng family so that you can dig out the money. Are you going to die or what?"

Well, Mrs. Huasheng's words that mocked Yang Huamao before were all learned and used by Mrs. Huang, and they were also addressed to her own man.

For Huang's urging and cursing in public, Yang Huamao was of course full of embarrassment.

He knew that these villagers who were watching the excitement were all ghosts. With Huang's public insults today, they would use these things to tease him for a long time to come, making him unable to hold his head up in front of others.

Yang Huamao wanted to yell at Mrs. Huang, at least to save himself a bit of a man's dignity, but Mrs. Huang was the first to yell at him again.

"I'm counting to three, if you don't dig anymore, this old lady will stop fighting, I won't need money, and life will be over! One, two..."

"boom!"

With Huang saying "three", the hoe in Yang Huamao's hand dug heavily on the soil, and immediately, the wet soil that was full of urine splashed, and the onlookers standing near Yang Huamao were speechless. One survived.

The big guys laughed and scolded and hopped their feet to scatter around. Naturally, Yang Ruoqing had already jumped aside because of her sharp eyesight and quick hands.

(End of this chapter)