"Okay." Yang Ruoqing nodded, and then asked: "Did Brother Zhou Wang and the others say when they would come over here for a meal?"

Luo Fengtang said: "Originally, I planned to come here today, the third day of junior high school, and then I heard my uncle talk about our family's affairs."

"Brother Zhou Wang and the others feel that you are not at home, Qing'er, and they will be too busy to have guests at home. Moreover, even if you come back today, our relatives in the old Yang family have not gone around yet."

"So they said they would come over on the fifth and sixth day of the lunar month," he said.

Upon hearing this arrangement, Yang Ruoqing nodded with satisfaction.

"Well, we just happened to be visiting my parents and my grandma in the past two days. When they come over on the fifth and sixth day of the lunar month, we can spend a whole day entertaining them at home."

she said.

After her hair was almost wiped, Yang Ruoqing simply pulled her hair into a bun, then put on her cloak and a rabbit skin hand warmer bag to warm her hands. She and Luo Fengtang walked out of the house and went to her parents' house next door.

At this time, the main hall of Yang Huazhong's house was brightly lit.

The Eight Immortals table was carried to the middle of the main room, with melon seeds and tea placed on it.

As usual, Old Yangtou was sitting on the main seat, smoking a dry cigarette. Brothers Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou were sitting next to him, talking with Old Yangtou.

Beside, Mrs. Tan was sitting in a fire barrel, holding a bowl of tea in her hand, listening to the man talk.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang coming together, Old Yang's eyes lit up.

"Qing'er is here. Dad, if you have any questions later, just ask Qing'er directly. She knows better than us."

This is Yang Huaming's voice.

"Master, what do you want to ask me?" Yang Ruoqing smiled and took the initiative to say hello to Old Yang Touna.

On the other hand, he sat down on the long stool opposite Lao Yang's head.

"Qing'er, when you come back today, what's going on with your elder brother? Can he talk? Can he eat?"

Old Yang leaned over and asked urgently.

Mrs. Tan also pricked up her ears and looked in the direction of Yang Ruoqing to catch her.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Master, you don't have to worry too much, my eldest brother's injury is under good control."

"When I came back today, I personally fed him half a bowl of red date porridge before I came back."

"My voice is a little better, not so hoarse. But the old doctor told him to open his mouth and speak as little as possible."

"After all, the wound is on the back of the head. I'm always afraid that if I say too much, it will affect the back." Yang Ruoqing said truthfully.

After hearing this, Old Yangtou was stunned, with many complicated things surging on his face.

Beside, Mrs. Tan had already spoken angrily.

"Yongxian's head has a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl, and a footbath's worth of blood bleeds. Why do you feed him red date porridge?"

"What's the use of red date porridge? Why don't you have pork liver soup? It's only half a bowl. Is it okay for such a big person to eat only half a bowl of red date porridge?"

"No, no, I'll go to town tomorrow. I'll bring meatballs and meatloaf to my eldest grandson, so he can make up for it!" Mrs. Tan said.

Tan's words immediately left Yang Ruoqing speechless and choked others around the table.

Before Yang Ruoqing could say anything, Old Yang frowned.

"Shut your crow mouth. A person's head is only a little bigger than a fist, and there is only so much blood in his body. Why is there a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl and blood in a footbath? What are you talking about? It's really

Yes!" said the old man.

Yang Huaming also stroked his arm and said, "Mom, you feel sorry for Yongxian, and we all understand."

"But don't exaggerate your words, it will sound weird!"

Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou didn't say anything, but their reactions were similar to Yang Huaming's.

Mrs. Tan curled her lips and rubbed her neck and said, "What do you know? I feel sorry for my eldest grandson!"

"I don't care, with the way you take care of me, Yongxian will probably starve to death!"

"Early tomorrow morning, I will go to the town and take care of Yongxian myself!" said Tan.

"Milk……"

As soon as Yang Ruoqing made a sound, she was interrupted by Mrs. Tan.

"Girl Qing, don't be afraid, just tell me honestly, is it Li Xiuxin, the evil-hearted woman, who deliberately didn't give Yongxian food?" asked Tan.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't laugh or cry.

"Nai, as you said, my brother's food for the past three days has been arranged by me," she said.

"He is currently too weak to take any supplements. He cannot eat pork liver, meatballs, meatloaf, or anything like that."

"For a family like ours, with such conditions, is it possible that my eldest brother can't afford even the nutritional supplements?"

"Everything is done in compliance with the old doctor's instructions. If you try to make up for it, bad things will happen." She said.

Old Yangtou said quickly: "That's right, what Qing'er said makes sense. I'll tell you, old lady, you're just worrying and making fun of me!"

Tan's face softened a bit, and she obviously recognized Yang Ruoqing's words in her heart.

But when Lao Yangtou said this to her in front of everyone, she had to argue for herself.

"You damn old man, you only know how to scold me?"

"Even if I said something bad, my heart is still good. Isn't this because I feel sorry for my eldest grandson?"

"It's so good. I suffered such a big meal and almost lost my life. I feel scared when I think about it!" said Tan.

"Mom, don't worry too much. Yongxian Jiren has his own destiny. Look, doesn't this save the day?" Yang Huazhong came out to smooth things over.

Yang Huazhou also hurriedly followed up and said: "Third brother is right, we are immortals, if we survive a disaster, we will have good fortune in the future."

Tan snorted in his nostrils and said, "Let me tell you, when Yongxian recovers from his injuries and can pick up a pen to write, the first thing he will do is to put that plague god Li Xiuxin to bed."

"Otherwise, with that god of plague following him, he will inevitably suffer in the future, which is bad luck!" said Tan.

When it came to the matter of Xiu Li Xiuxin, everyone was surprised.

Old Yangtou was the first to say: "Old woman, what are you talking about? This eldest grandson's daughter-in-law finally got married, and she's only been divorced for half a month. People are going to stab her in the back!"

Tan said: "You just want to save face and suffer the consequences!"

"Is it more important to be stabbed in the spine, or is your eldest grandson's life more important?"

Mrs. Tan asked Old Yangtou in return. Old Yangtou was asked a question, and suddenly he remembered the wedding of Yang Yongxian and Li Xiuxin. The old man's face looked a little unhappy.

Here, Yang Huazhong said: "Mom, this is not a matter of divorcing your wife, right? It's not that serious, and Mrs. Li is not the god of plague..."

"Why is he not the God of Plague? He is still an unchaste and unclean God of Plague!" Mr. Tan interrupted Yang Huazhong, and his voice suddenly rose a little higher.

Yang Huazhong was stunned.

Mrs. Tan continued: "You don't know that Ms. Li was not innocent before she entered our old Yang's house."
Chapter completed!