The old lady shook her head.

"It's been a long time, and I can't tell. The man looks very handsome, the wife is not good-looking, and the concubine is good-looking. She doesn't look like the women from our farmer's family at all..."

What Lao Ga Po said is as if she didn’t say it.

Old Yang asked a lot of questions, and he was very anxious.

Everyone in the hall noticed something strange about Old Yangtou at this time.

Everyone thought of what Old Yangtou had been busy with these days, and suddenly they all guessed something.

Seeing this, Lao Yangtou stood up hurriedly: "It's too late today. I should go back to sleep. I'll see my aunt another day."

"Dad, it's dark and the roads are slippery. I'll take you back to your old house."

Yang Huazhong followed.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang also stood up immediately.

Old Yang waved his hands towards Yang Huazhong and the others behind him: "Don't use it. You can go home with your eyes closed after just a few steps. Let's all rest early."

The old man left in a hurry.

Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang also left.

Lao Suntou and the others helped Lao Ga Po back to the side yard to rest.

In the main room, only Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing were left, as well as Mr. Sun who came from behind.

"Your father left in a hurry, as if he was thinking about something." Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head and moved her big bright eyes: "Dad, I even suspect that the concubine who gave birth to the child in Shanshen Temple is from our Changping Village."

"Qing'er, do you think so too?" Yang Huazhong was surprised and asked.

Yang Ruoqing nodded. It seemed that Yang Huazhong and everyone in the hall tonight were thinking about it.

"Dad, if those three people are really great-grandfather, great-grandmother, and that concubine..."

"Then, the child born is probably my father!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huazhong frowned, and there were waves in his eyes.

"Oh my God, if this is really the case, then..."

The man did not dare to say any more.

Yang Ruoqing also understood that if this was really the case, then great-grandmother and her generation had really made a conspiracy.

Give birth to a child by borrowing your womb.

This did not hinder my great-grandfather and great-grandmother, as they had one more son to carry on the family line.

However, he ruined that concubine's life.

Let her live with injustice and die with humiliation.

As for Lao Yangtou, haha, that is really a big joke.

…

When Lao Yang returned to the east room in a hurry, Mrs. Tan was packing boxes with her butt sticking out.

Inside the box were all the New Year’s goods sent from several houses.

Tan sorted the fabrics and dry goods with gusto.

She thought about it, then turned around and waited for Yang Huamei to come over and ask her to pick the two best pieces of fabric to go back and make clothes.

The sound of Lao Yang rushing into the east room like a gust of wind startled Mrs. Tan.

The lid of the wooden box fell down and hit her fingers hard, making her grimace in pain.

"Damn old man, ghosts are chasing you. Why are you running so fast?"

She heard the footsteps and recognized that it was Old Yangtou, so she scolded him immediately.

Lao Yangtou ignored her, closed the door behind him, then took off his cotton pants and looked at his legs with his head buried there.

That red crescent-shaped birthmark is always there.

"What are you doing?"

Mrs. Tan felt her way over and asked.

Lao Yang didn't say a word and fell down on the stool next to him. The look on his face was as if he had eaten a fly.

"What are you doing? Why are you being ignored when talking to me?" Tan came over and asked again.

It took Old Yangtou a long time to come back to his senses.

"It's over, it's over, now I'm really done with it..."

He sat there and murmured, forgetting to pick up his pants.

Tan groped and touched his exposed cold thigh, and was startled.

"You old guy, you are so shameless, why did you take off your pants when you got home? Why don't you put them on quickly!" Ms. Tan scolded.

Old Yang lifted up his pants numbly, "Mother Mei, I seem to have made a big mistake..."

"What's going on?" asked Tan.

Old Yangtou said: "I can't tell you for a moment, I'm just scared, so scared..."

"I've lived for most of my life. Who gave birth to me? I'm afraid I was tricked..."

…

On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth lunar month, Old Man Sun and the others are going to kill the New Year pig.

Yang Ruoqing's family gets their pork for the Chinese New Year this year from Lao Suntou.

Fourth uncle Yang Huaming and his family also bought their New Year pork from Lao Suntou.

In addition, many families in the village who do not raise New Year pigs come to Lao Suntou's house to order New Year's pork.

Since getting up in the morning, Yang Huazhong and his family have all come to the side yard to help.

Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang also came over.

In the past, when pigs were killed during the New Year in the village, butcher Chen and his son would kill them from house to house.

If you kill a New Year pig, you will be charged fifty cents, and you will also be charged two kilograms of pork for three meals.

This year, Butcher Chen and his family were kicked out of Changping Village by Yang Ruoqing.

The eldest Sun and his uncle were personally taught by Yang Ruoqing and learned how to kill and castrate pigs.

The couple got up before dawn and killed, shaved and disemboweled the five large pigs in the pen at home.

Then he entered the village with the tools.

They killed pigs for other people in the village, charging forty cents per pig, and they didn't even ask for other people's pork or rice.

Yang Huazhong and Luo Fengtang came here in the morning and happened to take over from the Sun family.

Clean up the five big pigs that were killed, and then chop them into different pieces of meat according to the different parts of the pigs.

Waiting for the villagers who have ordered New Year's pork to come and weigh it.

Yang Ruoqing, Sun and others also arrived soon after and came to help.

Near noon, the villagers who came to collect pork came one after another.

At this time, Yang Hualin and Yang Ruolan came over.

"Third brother, do you still have New Year's pork? Sell some to us."

Yang Hualin entered the side courtyard with a lingering smile on his face.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing, who were sitting next to the pork table, were a little startled when they saw the person coming.

It's been more than half a year since this new house was built.

Yang Hualin lived in the second room and had never stepped foot inside.

Yang Ruoqing's family held a banquet for their new house, and relatives and friends came to congratulate them. Yang Hualin and the others hid in the town and pretended not to know.

Later, when I returned to the village, I met him face-to-face and didn't even have an explanation.

Everyone in the village knows about this and is talking about it behind their backs.

Everyone said that the second and third bedrooms of Lao Yang's family were going to cut off all contact with each other.

"Second brother, Lan'er, why are you here?"

Yang Huazhong came to his senses, took a few steps forward and asked.

Yang Hualin smiled and patted Yang Huazhong on the shoulder: "Stop talking just now, come over and weigh some pork to celebrate the New Year!"

Yang Huazhong was even more surprised.

"Second brother, you are not celebrating the New Year in the town this year? Are you going back to the village to celebrate the New Year?"

"Well, I'm from the old Yang family. How can I celebrate the Chinese New Year in a rented house in town?" Yang Hualin said.

"Dad is right."

Yang Ruolan interjected from the side, "Third uncle, my father said that I should come home to celebrate the New Year so that I can give New Year greetings to my grandma and the others."

"When you go out to heaven, it's convenient to burn incense for your ancestors." Yang Ruolan said.

Yang Huazhong was very happy when he heard this.

"Okay, okay, second brother, come here and weigh the meat, ready-made pork belly."
Chapter completed!