Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8586 No way!
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"Uncle, calm down, you are the most beautiful boy in Changping Village."

"I'm in pain! I don't want to be the most beautiful boy!"

"No, uncle, you are the prettiest boy in my heart, provided you don't yell."

"Grand niece, uncle is really in pain, he's about to die of pain!"

"Shh..."

"Really, it hurts so much that I want to cry..."

"Uncle, a man bleeds but not tears."

"Then can I go pee?"

"Uncle, do you want to pee?"

"Urine escape...is it okay?"

"Can't!"

"God, Qing'er, come and save me, I'm really in pain!"

Yang Ruoqing came from the side, stuffed something into Yang Yongqing's mouth, and immediately blocked his wailing in his throat.

"Little cousin, there's only so much I can help you with, just bear with it, and the pain will be fine."

Not to mention, after biting the thing into his mouth, Yang Yongqing immediately felt a very sour taste, from his mouth straight to his nostrils and then to Tianling Gai, the smell made him drunk, and immediately hit his head, He even ignored the pain of the wound being burned by strong alcohol for a brief moment.

By the time he came back to his senses and realized what was stuffed in his mouth, it was already too late.

He frantically spat out what was in his mouth, a big ball, like the 100-year-old scrubbing cloth on the wash shelf in the old barber's house in the village!
In the twelfth lunar month, the old barber carried a guy on his shoulders to shave people next to Shun'er in the village, no matter if it was an adult, a child, or an old man, it didn't matter whether it was a haircut, a beard, or a trim of nose hair, it was all in any case. Then a blade, then a rubbing cloth.

One can imagine the smell of that rubbing cloth.

At this moment, Yang Yongqing felt that his mouth was full of that smell.

"You mother and daughter... my nemesis!"

Yang Yongqing scratched his throat and said.

At this time, Luo Baobao had almost applied the wound medicine to him. Looking at the patches on Yang Yongqing's face, she was very satisfied with her work.

While washing his hands, he smiled and said to Yang Yongqing: "Uncle, don't howl, you have come to the end of all hardships."

Panting, Yang Yongqing picked up the medicine bag that Luo Baobao stuffed in, and heard Luo Baobao's instruction: "Don't touch wine and water for twelve hours, and feel free when you are twelve hours."

"No problem!" Yang Yongqing responded habitually, ready to leave, and suddenly raised his head, "What? No drinking for twelve hours? That is to say, I can't drink alcohol until tomorrow's Eve?"

Luo Baobao raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Yang Yongqing's face suddenly twisted into a big bitter gourd, "If you don't drink during the Chinese New Year, is that still called Chinese New Year? That's called suffering, that's called going to jail! No, no, I can't hold it back."

"Uncle, I've told you everything that needs to be said. If you don't listen, and the wound becomes infected later, you will suffer ten times, a hundred times as much as you do now!"

"Hey, it's not that serious, your uncle and I are really smart!"

"Boy Qing, you are not solid-skinned, you are thick-skinned." Yang Huaming had just finished applying the medicine, and came over to tease Yang Yongqing with a smile.

Just after Luo Baobao took over Yang Yongqing, who was the most seriously injured, Yang Ruoqing was not idle, applying medicine to the fourth uncle, fifth uncle, and several other cousins ​​one by one.

When men fight, especially in melee, no matter what, it is impossible to retreat unscathed.

But compared to Yang Yongqing's injuries, the others were all minor injuries, and there was no need to taboo about smoking and drinking.

But Yang Yongqing's is more serious, so it needs to be taboo.

No, when Yang Huaming teased Yang Yongqing for his thick skin, Yang Ruoqing smiled while packing up the medicine box and said, "Brother, it doesn't matter if you are thick-skinned or thick-skinned, you'd better listen to what our doctor Luo Baobao says, or you will suffer It's you, don't blame me for not reminding you, some of your wounds are very serious, and they might fester."

Yang Yongqing shrank his neck, like an eggplant beaten by frost, his energy was taken away immediately.

Yang Huaming put his arms around Yang Yongzhi's shoulder and said, "Boy Zhi, I'll ask your fourth aunt to cook two more dishes for the new year's Eve tomorrow night. When the time comes, come over and have a few more drinks with fourth uncle."

Because other people have moved out of the old house one after another, so now only the fourth room lives in the old house, as well as Yang Yongzhi, Yang Yongqing and others, and the Tan family.

Every New Year's Eve, because the uncles and nephews live in the front and back yards and the roads are close, they will run around each other a few times, and drink a few cups together at the end of the New Year's Eve dinner.

Yang Yongzhi nodded readily.

Yang Huaming deliberately glanced at Yang Yongqing again, and said, "Forget about Young Boy, I won't call him this year, anyway, he can't drink."

Yang Yongzhi knew that Yang Huaming was deliberately teasing Yang Yongqing, so he just laughed.

Yang Yongqing will not be fooled by Yang Huaming this time, he smiled and said: "Fourth Uncle, you miscalculated, we brothers have discussed it, and from this year onwards, the three of us will have New Year's Eve dinner together, and take my mother , each room rounds for one year."

"Fuck me, it's even worse for you. You can only watch your two brothers fight for wine at the banquet table." Yang Huaming said.

Yang Yongqing didn't take it seriously, he wanted to drink anyway.

On the side, Yang Huazhou agreed with the fact that the three brothers celebrated the New Year together: "Not bad, not bad, this arrangement is very good. The brothers should celebrate the New Year together, and the New Year is just a fun."

Brother Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongzhi nodded repeatedly.

At this moment, Yang Huazhong came over with a gloomy expression on his face.

Behind him, Sun and Liu followed.

"Third brother, why do you look like this? Could it be that we taught the old Wang family's grandchildren that you were not satisfied?" Yang Huaming came over, thinking that the two brothers would put their arms around Yang Huazhong's shoulders, but Yang Huazhong was serious. Looking over, Yang Huaming smiled coyly, and changed his outstretched hand to scratching his own scalp.

And Yang Huazhou and the others also noticed Yang Huazhong's uneasy expression, and the brothers all surrounded him, even Old Yang, who was smoking a pipe and enjoying the fruits of victory, couldn't help but cast a surprised look at Yang Huazhong.

The old man even said: "Why are you so unhappy, third child? Why? Could it be that you made a mistake in your calculations and gave the old Wang's family more rice?"

Yang Huazhong glanced at the crowd, and was about to speak, when Mrs. Liu rushed from behind him and said excitedly: "I know, I know, I must talk about this matter, it's about the old Wang's family, no no no, It wasn't the old Wang's family who picked up dung, it was the old Wang's family that Mei Er married to, and the incident happened to Xiao Hei..."

Mrs. Liu crackled and said, everyone now understood why Yang Huazhong couldn't laugh.

Because neither Yang Huaming nor Yang Huazhou could laugh.

"This bastard just doesn't make people feel at ease. When I get him back, I have to discount his dog legs!" Yang Huaming said through gritted teeth.

Yang Huazhou also looked worried, "Fourth brother, the most urgent thing is to find someone."

(End of this chapter)