"Hey, I've seen your uncle's appearance. Even if the delicacies of mountains and seas are placed in front of me, I can't eat them!"

Old Yangtou sighed and said.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment and looked at Old Yangtou.

It should not only be the sadness of losing a limb, but also the disgust of being disgusted by the corpse of the old man.

Yang Ruoqing herself was reluctant to recall the scene where she saw the corpse earlier.

In such hot and scorching weather, mosquitoes and rats were everywhere. Half of the old lady's face was gnawed by rats, and the stench on his body was unstoppable.

Wu Zuo searched under the bed for a long time, but couldn't find the old man's missing eyeball.

It must have been carried away by a mouse, right?

The more Yang Ruoqing thought about it, the empty stomach began to churn again. She quickly forced herself to think of some beautiful scenes and pictures to suppress the physical and psychological discomfort.

"People are like rice and steel. If you don't eat at all, your body will not be able to bear it." Yang Ruoqing continued.

"I can't eat rice, so I asked the restaurant to prepare some refreshing mung bean soup to cool down the heat. Eat some of it."

After saying this, Yang Ruoqing turned around and went downstairs to prepare.

Soon, she sent some mung bean soup to Lao Yangtou and the others, as well as some pickles and porridge.

Under Yang Huazhong's persuasion, Old Yangtou finally picked up the chopsticks and took a few bites slowly.

The old housekeeper also came over to eat together.

"Qing'er, why don't you eat it yourself?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "I will eat later, dad, you eat first."

After eating and replenishing some blood sugar, Lao Yangtou's complexion finally improved.

He sighed deeply and sat there blaming Yang Wenxuan.

"I was so busy feeling sad at that time that I didn't take a closer look at how my poor old brother died." Old Yangtou said.

"I wonder if he died of hunger? Or of heat, or of illness?"

"When I died, there was no one around me. When I died, no one cried."

"According to what our farmers say, my old brother may be mute in his next life! Poor, really pitiful!"

Old Yangtou's face was full of sadness and regret, and he kept shaking his head and sighing.

The old butler who had been with the old man all his life was so sad that he put down his chopsticks.

"The old man has worked hard all his life. Although he did not become an official, he built such a huge family fortune. The business was so big that he was the richest man in Yuncheng when he was young."

"I have followed him all my life. I followed him all over the world. He is the person I admire the most. I never thought that his later life would end up like this."

"Even if you are an old man from a farmer's family, no matter how poor or miserable you are, at least in the years before you leave, there will still be someone at your bedside to help you."

"When you die, you can still tell your children and grandchildren a few last words. After your death, you can still have your children and grandchildren wearing sackcloth and mourning to see you on your last journey."

"The old man really came and went naked. He was in a daze for seventy years, and finally ended up with nothing. It's so pitiful. Things are unpredictable!" said the old housekeeper.

Yang Huazhong frowned and said: "It's all the good deeds of that beast Yang Wenxuan. He has already made such a mistake and still doesn't regret it."

"If he hadn't left the old lady behind, the old lady wouldn't have died alone in this room and no one would know,"

"If I find him, see if I don't beat him to death with one fist!" Yang Huazhong gritted his teeth.

"It's not worth killing that beast to pay for it with your life!" Old Yang said.

"What am I worried about now? If I say it, I'm a little afraid of being struck by lightning." The old man continued.

"If my old brother died of illness, starvation or heat, it would only be pitiful. If he was killed by that beast Yang Wenxuan..."

"That is really a waste of time. Even if he is his own son, we must find a way to catch Yang Wenxuan and make him pay for his father's life!" Old Yangtou said angrily.

Patricide is like a thunderbolt from heaven.

Cutting off the head a hundred times will not eliminate the sin of patricide!

The old housekeeper said: "This is what I am most afraid of."

Yang Huazhong said: "We are investigating the cause of death. We will know when the results come out."

"I'm going to go outside later and see if I can find that beast Yang Wenxuan!"

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After dinner, Yang Huazhong really went to the streets of Yuncheng to look for it, but naturally he couldn't find it.

The next day, the results of Wu Zuo's autopsy came out.

The county guard sent someone to the restaurant to tell Yang Ruoqing and Lao Yangtou about the situation. After hearing the results, Lao Yangtou was so shocked that he almost fainted.

The old housekeeper burst into tears and beat his chest, regretting that he deserved to die.

"Old housekeeper, what does this have to do with you? The old man was choked to death by that bastard Yang Wenxuan. He killed him. It is Yang Wenxuan who deserves to die and go to hell!"

While Yang Huazhong was persuading Old Yang, he also came to enlighten the old housekeeper.

The old housekeeper choked and said: "If I didn't leave and stayed in this room, Yang Wenxuan wouldn't have the guts to strangle the old man to death."

"It was my fault that I failed to protect the old lady. Old lady, you died unjustly..."

The old housekeeper sat on the ground, miserable.

Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong were not much better.

As for Yang Ruoqing, she has rarely expressed her views on this matter.

Because in her opinion, all endings are the result of planting and the arrangement of fate.

The old man must have had an epiphany at the moment when he finally breathed his last.

"Everyone, please don't be too sad. The old man is gone, which is a relief for him." Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but said.

I came here this time, on such a hot day, not specifically to see these two old men, Old Yangtou and Old Butler, crying.

"Now, the old man is dead, and the cause of death has been found out,"

Yang Ruoqing continued, "Now the county guard has opened a case and is making every effort to arrest Yang Wenxuan and bring him to justice."

"It's such a hot day, if you have the strength to cry here, why not think about how to deal with the aftermath first. The government can't help us take in the old man's stinky body."

"According to the rules there, corpses that are not claimed by family members within the stipulated time will be sent to a mass grave in the mountains outside the city," she said.

Hearing this, the old housekeeper was in trouble.

"Since the family's fields and houses were sold last time, all my nephews have broken ties with us."

"While the old man was still dying, they ignored me when I asked them to borrow money and buy medicine. They didn't even bother to pay a visit to the old man. No one would be willing to come out to deal with the old man's funeral at this moment..."

"They are all a bunch of ungrateful white-eyed wolves!" Old Yangtou interrupted the old housekeeper.

"They don't care, I'll take care of it!" Old Yangtou stood up straight and said.

At this moment, a look of determination appeared on the old man's face, "At least he has the same surname. At least I call him cousin and I will deal with the aftermath. It will be the only and last thing that I, a descendant of the Yang family, do for the family."

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Chapter completed!