In Lao Yangtou's view, although the third room was separated, he was still the one under his feet.

After buying land with three houses, his face will be bright!

Yang Huazhong smiled honestly and said: "No, I'm going to invite Brother Yu here to ask about the situation. Once it's confirmed, I'll tell you the good news!"

Old Yang nodded repeatedly.

The explosive atmosphere just now was gone in an instant.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became better.

Yang Huazhong invited Lao Yangtou: "Dad, come and sit down and have a drink. We are talking about the field. Please give us your opinion."

Old Yangtou smiled.

If you don't refuse, you agree to stay.

Mrs. Sun quickly went to the kitchen next door to get the dishes and chopsticks, and Yang Ruoqing also got up hurriedly to make room.

There were not enough stools, so Yang Ruoqing gave up her stool to Lao Yangtou.

"Old Uncle Yang, come here and I'll fill up the wine for you!"

Blacksmith Luo was responsible for pouring wine. He stood up with a smile and poured wine into the wine cup in front of Old Yangtou.

Next to him, Yu Dafu picked up the wine cup and stood up, "Old Uncle Yang, one of us will leave first..."

"Hey, okay, okay..." Old Yangtou smiled and picked up the wine cup.

At the table, the elders came and went and drank quickly.

Here, Luo Fengtang saw Yang Ruoqing standing with a bowl, and the boy quickly got up.

He moved his stool behind her, "Qing'er, you sit on mine."

"It's okay, it's the same even if I'm standing," she said.

When she was a student, she didn't like sitting and eating in the school cafeteria.

I would often make a meal and stand by the playground, watching the boys playing ball while grabbing the food.

Whoever throws a bad ball will be thrown over with a spoonful of rice balls if he is unhappy...

That’s cool!

"I'm tired of standing!" Luo Fengtang said again.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't bear to push it around in front of the adults, so she said to him: "You sit down, I have a stool in the room, I'll just go and bring it."

As soon as she walked around the table and walked to the door, a man suddenly rushed in from the door.

When the man entered the house, he was still cursing: "You are a waste of money, you little bastard, don't think I can't control you after the family is divided!"

The visitor is Tan.

She had a ferocious look on her face, and she was holding a feather duster in her hand.

Yang Ruoqing reacted quickly and stepped aside as early as possible.

She looked at Tan's posture, stroked her chest and said with a smile: "Mistress, are you here to find my parents for selling the land?"

Mrs. Tan was too lazy to talk to Yang Ruoqing, and her eyes swept over the circle of people around the table.

Father Meier?

Mrs. Tan was stunned!

Why did he sit down and drink?

Over at the table, everyone saw Mr. Tan coming in, and everyone knew the purpose of their visit.

Each and every one of them tacitly kept silent, and all turned their attention to Lao Yangtou.

After drinking two cups and eating it with a knife, Old Yang's face was burning.

He put down the wine cup in his hand, turned his head this way, put one hand on his hips, and drank in a low voice towards Tan, who was feather dusting him with the other hand.

"There's nothing wrong with you, go home quickly!"

Mrs. Tan was startled.

"What's the matter with you, Mei'er father? The three bastards are going to sell their land. How come you're fed a few cups of cat urine and don't care about anything?"

Mrs. Tan didn't understand, so she was still shouting loudly.

Lao Yangtou stood up and said to Mr. Tan in a more serious tone: "What do you know about this woman? Our third child has made a fortune and wants to buy a field!"

"What?"

Mrs. Tan also opened her eyes wide in shock and looked at Yang Huazhong in the wheelchair in disbelief.

"Lao San, do you really want to buy a field?" asked Tan.

Yang Huazhong nodded, with pride and pride that could not be concealed on the man's face.

"Mom, when my son has more land and his legs are healed, he will work hard to farm and honor you and his father!"

The man said with a sincere face.

When Old Yangtou next to him heard this, his face was also moved.

He patted Yang Huazhong on the shoulder: "Lao San, you are doing well. With your words, dad is satisfied!"

"I bother!"

Over there, Mrs. Tan spat.

She twitched her lips and sneered.

"The family has been divided. No matter how prosperous he is, it will only be the glory of his family and his wife. It has nothing to do with us!"

Hearing Tan's words, the smile on Yang Huazhong's face froze.

There was a trace of loss and heartache in the man's eyes.

Tan ignored Yang Huazhong's expression, glared at Old Yang again, turned around and slammed the door angrily.

Here, Lao Yangtou sighed and comforted Yang Huazhong: "Your mother has that temper, she has a sharp tongue and a soft heart. She is as happy as I am when you buy the land!"

Yang Huazhong nodded and squeezed out a wry smile: "Dad, sit down, let's continue drinking and eating!"

"good!"

A new round of teasing and drinking began at the dinner table.

Here, Yang Ruoqing curled her lips.

Lao Yangtou's attempt to smooth things over is so far-fetched~

Everyone is not blind, what is Tan thinking, that old face can be seen clearly.

That's all, let each family live their own lives. If you think too much, you will die!

She quickly went to the next room to bring the lame stool over...

At the dinner table, Yang Ruoqing heard Yang Huazhong and Yu Dafu talking about land sales.

It should be a private transaction between the seller and buyer.

At that time, both parties will sit face to face and draw up a sales contract for the land.

In addition to the middleman Yu Dafu, a highly respected person in the village must be invited to provide evidence.

Both the buyer and seller, as well as the witness, must put their fingerprints on it.

The contract is made in triplicate, with each buyer and seller keeping one copy.

Another copy was sent by the middleman Yu Dafu to the Yamen for registration and filing, and to handle tax transfer and other procedures.

"Originally, we planned to ask Li Zheng from Changping Village to be the witness, but Li Zheng's family has something to do these days, so we had to postpone it for a few days before signing the contract," Yu Dafu said.

"There is no rush in these days." Yang Huazhong said.

Everyone enjoyed the meal.

Even Lao Yang's head was glowing red.

After the meal, Yu Dafu and the Luo family all left one after another, and Yang Ruoqing helped Sun to the kitchen to clean up the dishes.

However, Old Yangtou still stayed in Yang Huazhong's house, where the father and son continued to talk about the fields.

…

At night, Mrs. Tan washed Lao Yangtou's feet.

Old Yangtou was smoking a dry cigarette there.

"I asked you to inquire about the pig market from Butcher Chen. How did you go?"

After a while, Old Yang asked Tan.

Tan said: "Asked, the pig with hair is eight cents per catty!"

"Why has the price dropped? Two months ago, the pig from Old Zhang's house next door sold for ten cents a pound!" said Old Yangtou.

Mr. Tan snorted, "The price keeps going up and down. I don't know why!"

Lao Yangtou said nothing, frowned and continued to smoke.

After a while, he sighed and said: "Eight points is eight points. Later, you can ask Butcher Chen to take the pig away."

"Yeah!" Mrs. Tan responded.
Chapter completed!