Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 9405
"Father, what are you doing with your shoes on? Are you going to the ground?"

Yang Huamei asked suddenly.

She put down Zhuang Zhuang in her arms, bent down, squatted down, and approached Old Yang's head little by little.

Especially seeing that Lao Yang put the shoes on his feet, moved his fingers, and even lifted his feet to cooperate with his hands.

Yang Huamei's eyes widened suddenly, and the eyeballs were so pleasantly surprised that they were about to fall to the ground.

"Father, is it true? Your legs and feet are healed? Ha, ha... that's great!"

"Father, I'll help you put on your shoes."

Yang Huamei squatted in front of Old Yang Tou, held Lao Yang Tou's feet with both hands, and carefully helped him.

Old Yang smiled and said: "This time I went to the follow-up consultation, and I can already stand up."

"Meil, go and help me get the pair of crutches that are leaning against the wall over there."

The old man pointed to a pair of T-shaped crutches leaning on the bedside, and quickly took them to Old Yang.

Old Yang supported his crutches and stood up slowly with Yang Huamei's support. The parallel wood-like wood on the crutches stretched directly to his armpits, his arms extended down the crutches, and he firmly grasped the crutches.

"Mei'er, step aside, I'll walk a few steps for you to have a look."

"well!"

Yang Huamei stepped back quickly, and saw her eldest grandson Zhuang Zhuang moving his short legs crookedly in the room, as if he wanted to explore everything in this strange but novel room.

Yang Huamei was worried that Zhuang Zhuang would block the old man's way, and that both the old and the young would stumble, so she hurriedly pulled Zhuang Zhuang back, "Go, go and play over there."

Yang Huamei casually pointed to Zhuang Zhuang's place, but her own eyes kept on nervously, following the pace of old Yangtou every step of the way.

I saw Lao Yang leaning on his crutches and moving towards the cabinet step by step.

Although the speed was very slow, even like a toddler, Yang Huamei was so excited when she saw it, she raised a hand to cover her mouth tightly, tears rolled in her eyes.

The father who stood up gave her a completely different feeling from the father who was sitting in the wheelchair.

The father who stood up stood upright, and the feeling of being as tall as a mountain of his father buried in his heart since he was a child suddenly returned.

Yang Huamei's eyes were filled with tears, but her heart was suddenly filled with confidence.

As if in an instant, she became that little girl protected by her parents again, the domineering Meier of the old Yang family!

"Father, it's great that you're gone, that's great!"

Yang Huamei couldn't help clapping her hands together, and kept talking excitedly.

Old Yang walked to the cabinet and stopped. Hearing Yang Huamei's words, the old man turned his head and smiled proudly at her.

"I just got up, and my legs and feet are still a little stiff, otherwise, I can walk better!" He said.

Yang Huamei nodded vigorously, "Yes, the more you walk, the better it will be!"

Old Yangtou said again: "The doctor told me to practice every day. The amount of practice should not be too little or too much. Hey, it's not easy to control this speed!"

When Yang Huamei heard this, she quickly said, "Father, take it easy, and take a break after walking for a while."

"Come on, I'll help you back and sit down, let's practice slowly, don't rush for a while."

Yang Huamei made a gesture to help the old man, but the old man waved his hand.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'll go back and sit down with something."

The old man opened the cabinet door and took out a tin box from inside.

There is a pattern on the tin box, and the pattern is August osmanthus.

"Come on, this is a mooncake filled with sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus paste, the flavor you like."

The old man handed the tin box to Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei took the tin box and was stunned.

Since she was a child, her favorite mooncake is sweet-scented osmanthus lotus paste.

But when I was young, my family’s conditions were not good, so every year I would spend extravagantly on the Mid-Autumn Festival, buying a few mooncakes for everyone to share.

Usually, I buy a large mooncake with rock sugar, black sesame, red and green silk and cut it into small pieces. After the family has supper at night, they eat it while sitting in the yard with stools and watching the moon.

And father and mother will buy her a palm-sized fruit-filled mooncake in addition to the shared mooncakes, and let her eat alone in the room.

This is an undisclosed secret in Lao Yang's family...

"Father, thank you, you still remember my taste." Yang Huamei whispered, her voice was rustling, and her nose was a little sore.

The eye sockets became more moist and hot, and there was an urge to cry.

Old Yang froze for a moment, and then his eyes became more and more loving.

"Silly girl, how could Dad forget your taste?"

"It doesn't matter if it's your father or your mother, unless the day we lie in the coffin, otherwise, we will remember your taste until we die."

Yang Huamei nodded, and turned around holding the tin box tightly in her arms.

Yes, her tears had flowed out of her eyes without disappointment.

I haven't felt like this for a long time...

It took her a while to calm herself down.

"Father, your legs are just fine, rest as much as possible, and walk around in moderation."

Yang Huamei supported the old man's head and walked slowly back to the bed, and let the old man sit down.

"Father, on August [-]th your eldest grandson Xiao Hei is getting married, and then I will ask him to pick you up for a wedding reception."

She squatted in front of Old Yang's head, and gently rubbed and pressed Lao Yang's leg with both hands, helping him relax his sore muscles.

At the same time, he raised his head and looked up at the old man devoutly.

The old man nodded happily: "Okay, even if I take medicine and can't drink alcohol, I will definitely go there. If you don't come to pick me up, I will definitely be there!"

Yang Huamei smiled: "And my mother, she went to Cangle County, she should be back soon, right?"

"Do you want... to send a message to her old man?"

Lao Yang waved his hand: "We know your mother's temper, but she doesn't need to send a message for any matters about your family, she can rest assured!"

Only then did Yang Huamei completely let go of her heart.

Over there, Zhuang Zhuang held the tin box containing the moon cakes and tried his best to open it.

But it couldn't be opened, so the little guy was so anxious that he tilted his head there, trying to bite it open with his teeth.

Yang Huamei hurried over and took the tin box away from him.

Seeing it, Zhuang Zhuang felt displeased, stomped his little feet, and raised his little arms, trying to snatch back the tin box from Yang Huamei's hand.

Yang Huamei hid the tin box behind her back, coaxing: "My little ancestor, you just ate a piece of moon cake earlier, you can't eat too much, it's bad for you to have a stomachache..."

However, Zhuang Zhuang was still making trouble, hugging Yang Huamei's leg and screaming.

Yang Huamei said nothing, "Why are you so disobedient, grandma will hurt you, don't make trouble, don't make trouble..."

On the side, Old Yang looked at all this and couldn't help reminding Yang Huamei: "Zhuang Zhuang is in a special situation. He can't hear a word after you talk so much. Why don't you just open the box and pinch him a little bit to coax him? .”

(End of this chapter)