After Old Yangtou finished speaking, Yang Ruoqing clearly felt Sun's fingers move, and her heart that had been silent just now seemed to be tugged again in an instant.

She knew that Mrs. Sun had ignited her last glimmer of hope, hoping that the fourth child, Yang Huaming, who had been indebted to Yang Huazhong before, could come forward and say a word to Sanfang at this time!

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but hold her breath and quietly raised her head to look at her fourth uncle Yang Huaming, who had always had no sense of presence on the table.

The fourth son of the Yang family, Yang Huaming, was burying his head, pulling out the reed catkins and chicken feathers stuck to his body one by one from his clothes and throwing them on the ground.

Suddenly hearing Lao Yang nodding his name, Yang Huaming secretly twitched the corner of his mouth, sat upright and raised his head.

A face that was more outstanding than other men in the old Yang family stood out under the lamp.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly surprised. The men of the old Yang family all inherited the tough, dark and strong appearance of farm men, but the fourth uncle Yang Huaming was the only one with red lips and white teeth. If it weren't for the patched coarse cloth, he would

In addition to his temperament, he is really a standard handsome husband!

He raised his hand to brush off the last chicken feather on his shoulder, and then said with a smile: "Dad, the third brother Ren has never mentioned those rotten sesame and rotten millet things, how old are you?"

Is it interesting to translate it out?"

"You can't forget your roots as a person. I'm afraid that if you don't learn from the good, you will learn from the bad!" Old Yangtou said with a tiger's face, and glared at Yang Hualin, the second child on the table, with displeasure.

Yang Hualin looked at his eyes, nose and heart, pretending not to hear.

Old Yang snorted twice in his nostrils, and his eyes fell on the fourth brother Yang Huaming again: "The first bedroom and the second bedroom have already spoken, it is your fourth bedroom's turn to express your position! Say what you want to say, don't hide it!

"

Yang Huaming scratched his head, with a bitter look on his face: "Dad, please don't ask me about the third brother. I feel sorry for my third brother from the bottom of my heart, but whether the leg can be cured or not, I

I really don’t know what to say.”

Old Yangtou's eyes widened, and he banged the cigarette pole on the corner of the table hard: "Just say what you need to say, be smart!"

Yang Huaming sighed dejectedly, turned his head and glanced at the pregnant wife standing beside the bed, and said: "Ms. Liu's belly is not what she wants. She gave birth to two girls in succession. It would be better if she gave birth to a son this time, or it would be better to give birth to a son."

My daughter, we still have to have children. If we don’t have a son, then we won’t have a wife, right?”

"I called you here to ask about your third brother. I'll leave you to go back to the house and discuss the matter of having a baby!" Lao Yangtou yelled impatiently.

Yang Huaming shrunk his shoulders and said with a compensating smile: "Dad, please don't be impatient. I'm not telling you what I'm saying. Look, dad, there are three unfilial piety, and having no heirs is the most important. All three brothers have sons and daughters.

I don’t have four bedrooms, and I won’t have anyone to take care of me when I get old. I don’t know how long it will take to get one. If these girls come out one after another, we can’t let them starve to death, right? I’m just a piece of shit in my trouser pocket.

The feces and urine cannot be wiped clean, third brother...my brother, I have long arms and short sleeves, so I am powerless and can’t do anything!”

Old Yangtou was so angry that his face suddenly turned green. A puff of cigarette smoke stuck in his throat, which made him cough violently, almost coughing out his heart, liver, and lungs.

"Dad, are you okay?"

"Dad, how are you?"

"Master, please have a sip of tea..."

There was a chaos at the Eight Immortals table. Yang Huaan and his brothers all gathered around Old Yangtou, stroking his chest and patting his back, showing off the demeanor of a filial son and a virtuous grandson.

In the corner, Sun's thin body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and Yang Ruoqing's fingers were soaked with cold sweat from her palms.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mrs. Sun with a little worry. The last glimmer of hope was shattered. Her mother seemed to be on the verge of collapse. The eldest brother's attitude was ambiguous. The fourth brother shied away from crying about poverty, while the second brother stood up and refuted directly. Even if Old Yangtou is a member of the family

Finally, he stood up and tried his best to treat Yang Huazhong's leg against all opinions. I am afraid that from now on, there will be no peace for the old Yang family.

Besides, seeing this momentum, Yang Ruoqing also cast a big doubt on Lao Yangtou's courage and determination.

Sure enough, after coughing for a while, Old Yang finally stopped. His breathing was still a little uneven, but he raised his hand and waved to everyone, his voice showing a bit of exhaustion: "It's getting late, everyone has dispersed.

Well, your mother and I are tired too!"

"Father, mother, you two should rest early. Let's... leave first. We have to go to the ground tomorrow morning." The boss, Yang Hua'an, leaned forward slightly with a fat body and said with a respectful look on his face, then turned around.

He left with his four sons.

When he reached the door of the wing, Yang Huaan stopped suddenly, turned his head and glared gloomily at Jin who was still sitting in the corner with a dazed look on his face, "Don't show your shame to that person, why don't you come with me?"

Walk?"

Jin shivered, stood up with hunched shoulders, and followed Yang Huaan out of the east wing.

Behind, Yang Hualin, the second roommate, had left the east wing with oil on his feet just as Yang Huaan was glaring at Jin.

Yang Huaming, who was secretly relieved, was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something. He turned around and said to Mrs. Sun who had also stood up in the corner: "Sister-in-law three, Mrs. Liu and I live in the wing next to my parents.

Your and third brother's houses happen to be facing each other. If third brother wakes up at night and you need to call me for anything, third sister-in-law, just give me a shout. I am a light sleeper and wake up when I shout. As a family, please don't be polite to me.

,ah?"

Sun raised her head and glanced at Yang Huaming, bit her lip, and nodded slightly. But Yang Ruoqing didn't bother to look at Yang Huaming!

Compared with the real villain like the second uncle Yang Hualin, the hypocritical concern of the fourth uncle Yang Huaming is even more annoying.

After Yang Huaming left with Liu, Sun took Yang Ruoqing's hand and was about to leave. At this time, Old Yang suddenly called out to Sun.

"Third daughter-in-law, please stay. Your mother and I have something to say to you!" Old Yangtou had already stood up from the Eight Immortals table and moved to the bed. He took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the bed, smoking a dry cigarette.

Yang Ruoqing understood, she was talking, not summing up.

Is it possible that, regarding Yang Huazhong's leg treatment, before calling the sons of the Yang family to come over for questioning, Old Yangtou and Mr. Tan had already reached a consensus and had an idea?

Then there was such a big battle just now, this old Yangtou... is still old and spicy!

After being called out by her parents-in-law, Sun, no matter how sad she felt, she still managed to say "yes", took Yang Ruoqing and moved to the bed. She lowered her head and listened to what Old Yang said.

Lao Yangtou pulled out the tobacco stick from his mouth, knocked it lightly on the wooden rack at the corner of the bed a few times, raised his eyelids, and glanced at the third daughter-in-law standing in front of him, but his eyes finally fell on the loss and Yang Ruoqing next to him.
Chapter completed!