Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 9256 Fire for you
Tan's eyes suddenly widened: "What do you mean? On such an important day as the Ghost Festival, Dabai and Xiaohei don't know about it?"

"Isn't that right? They are Wang Shuanzi's sons, what are they doing raising their sons? Isn't it just the tomb-sweeping and offering sacrifices on such important days!"

Yang Huamei's face was reddened by such a thorough training by Tan's.

"I won't mention Xiao Hei. He is a little bastard who doesn't understand anything. If he mentions him, we will be pissed off!" Yang Huamei said.

"It's a hot day, it's not worth worrying about him! Mother, don't be angry!" Yang Huamei turned to comfort Tan.

Mrs. Tan waved her hand: "I'm not going to make trouble, their surname is Wang, not Yang, I'm going to make trouble for you!"

Yang Huamei smiled awkwardly: "I'm not too angry, because I know what kind of person he is, and I don't have much hope for him anymore."

"You have no hope in Xiao Hei, so what about Da Bai? Didn't he come back either!" Tan yelled again.

Old Yang's head also looked at Yang Huamei with a worried expression. Obviously, the old man's mind was similar to that of the old lady, and he was also dissatisfied with Dabai.

Yang Huamei was even more embarrassed, "Father, mother, Dabai should remember it. Isn't it the Hungry Ghost Festival tomorrow, and he will be back early tomorrow morning in time!"

"Besides, after I got into trouble with Xiao Hei two days ago, Xiao Hei ran to the town,"

"Maybe Dabai asked about Xiao Hei's situation, but Xiao Hei lied, and Dabai even sent someone to the village to find out what's going on with me."

"Dabai also told me not to worry, saying that Xiao Hei had had breakfast in his shop and yelled to go to Lao Xu's house, but Dabai sent it there himself!"

"Dabai looks like an older brother, and it's not bad with me. He didn't worry about me worrying, so he sent someone here to pass on the news."

"So, I still believe that he will come back during the Mid-Yuan Festival."

Yang Huamei talked about what Dabai had done in the past two days, revealing her trust and satisfaction in Dabai.

Since Yang Huamei recognized and believed that Dabai would be able to come back, then it was hard for Lao Yangtou and Tan to say anything about Dabai.

Everything, let's wait for tomorrow, tomorrow will naturally see the outcome.

But Old Yang still told Yang Huamei: "No matter what, you have to go to Heifeng's house in advance to buy two pieces of toilet paper, a pair of joss sticks, and a firecracker to prepare."

Yang Huamei nodded.

Mrs. Tan also patted Yang Huamei's leg, and told her: "Remember to weigh the meat tomorrow, and set the bowl when you go back to sacrifice."

Yang Huamei nodded seriously again.

"Shuanzi never drank alcohol because of his poor health. This time I want to buy some wine for him, so that he can taste the wine at the other end." She said again.

Tan pursed her lips, but chose not to say anything after all.

The daughter-in-law has a good relationship with the son-in-law. At this time, whatever the daughter says and does, let her go.

As for Lao Yangtou, his eyes were slightly red when he heard his daughter's words.

Why?

Because he couldn't help but think of his late son-in-law!
Such a good son-in-law was chosen by him personally, the only shortcoming is that he is a little weak.

In other aspects, Lao Yang is really satisfied!
The two sons are gone, and the son-in-law is gone.

And his old bones are still living in the world, Lao Yang clenched his fist and beat his thigh.

If it was possible, he really wanted to share his own life and give each of them ten or eight years, that would be great!

When it came to Wang Shuanzi, Yang Huamei couldn't laugh anymore, and sat there feeling sad.

The atmosphere in the main room suddenly fell. Tan is not very good at comforting people, because as long as she speaks to comfort people, the words are not very useful.

For example, at this moment, when she saw Yang Huamei was about to cry, Mrs. Tan became anxious, and blurted out comforting words:

"Mei'er, don't be sad for Shuanzi. It's his own bad luck that he didn't have a short lifespan, and it wasn't you who poisoned him to death. Don't be sad, you have to look forward, you have to live well, Dead anyway..."

Yang Huamei stared blankly at Mrs. Tan, mumbling her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

Old Yang patted the armrest of the wheelchair: "Old woman, if you don't know how to comfort others, then stop talking! You...hey!"

Mrs. Tan gave Lao Yang a hard look, "You are the only one who can persuade people, and you are the only one who can talk with red mouth and white teeth, so just say it!"

Old Yang opened his mouth, wanting to take over Tan's baton to comfort Yang Huamei, but he just opened his mouth, but found that after Tan's squeeze just now, he couldn't say a word of comfort.

The atmosphere in the main room suddenly stopped and became a little awkward.

Mrs. Sun looked around quietly, and was about to get up to grab some melon seeds, or refill everyone's tea to ease the embarrassment.

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing came over from outside, holding a stack of yellow paper in her hand.

"Mom, where is my father? Is he at home?"

Yang Ruoqing rushed into the main room excitedly, before she could stand still, the voice came over.

After asking in a loud voice, it was only then that Zhuang Zhuang fell asleep on the cool bed in the corner.

Yang Huamei and Mrs. Tan were sitting beside the bed, and Old Yangtou was sitting on the other side of the table.

Yang Ruoqing's first reaction was whether her voice would wake up the sleeping child, then she thought, Zhuang Zhuang was born deaf, not to mention the decibel level, even if there was thunder outside right now, it probably wouldn't wake him up!
Is this a good thing?
If this is a normal person, this is indeed a good thing, but on Zhuang Zhuang, this is the most unfortunate thing in the world.

"Grandma, aunt, are you all there?"

Even though she knew that Zhuang Zhuang couldn't hear the voice, Yang Ruoqing asked in a low voice as much as possible.

Tan nodded, and didn't say much about the reason why Yang Huamei came here.

Perhaps Mrs. Tan felt that it was embarrassing!
And Yang Huamei didn't say anything, she just smiled at Yang Ruoqing.

Sun got up and came to Yang Ruoqing, seeing the things she was holding in her hand, she asked in surprise, "Your father has gone to the old Wang's house, what is this, Qing'er?"

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly explained: "No, it's the mid-July Mid-Autumn Festival tomorrow, and we have to burn incense and money bags!"

"In the past few years, when Tang Yazi was at home, he was the one who wrote these things."

"No, he's not at home, so I have to bring it and ask my father to help me write it. Oh, by the way, I told my father about this two days ago, and he asked me to bring it over."

Mrs. Sun nodded, reached out to take the thing in Yang Ruoqing's hand, and put it properly in a drawer under the table.

"Your father and your fourth uncle both went to Lao Wang's house, and they will be back soon." She said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, and didn't ask why they went to Lao Wang's house, nor did she ask why Yang Huamei was here.

"Mom, I'll go back first, you guys are chatting."

Yang Ruoqing didn't intend to meddle in other people's business, and was about to leave when Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming brothers came back from Lao Wang's house at that very moment.

(End of this chapter)