Luo Fengtang parked the wheelbarrow and entered the main room.

Blacksmith Luo was already sitting at the table eating noodles.

With a chopstick inserted, Blacksmith Luo picked out a poached egg hidden at the bottom of the bowl.

Blacksmith Luo was surprised: "Hey, why are there still poached eggs? It's still hidden so deep, this girl is going to cause trouble!"

After Luo Fengtang heard this, he looked into his uncle's bowl.

Suddenly I understood something.

Qing'er still didn't want to eat that poached egg.

After coming and going, I left it to my uncle...

There was a ripple in the boy's heart.

Qing'er, Qing'er, you are a silly girl too!

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A soybean oil lamp has been lit on the table.

The light is dim and warm.

Yang Huazhong was sitting in a wheelchair, with Da An and Xiao An clinging to his side.

The man was holding thatch in his hand and was making cricket cages with the two boys.

Beside the bed, Yang Ruoqing brought a bowl of hot tea to Mrs. Sun.

"Mom, how is your waist now? How about I help you rub it again?" she asked.

Mrs. Sun took the tea from Yang Ruoqing and warmed her hands in it.

Hearing her question, the woman smiled lovingly and shook her head.

"My mother's waist is much better, and it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Well, that's good." Yang Ruoqing nodded.

"I'll boil the hot water later. Mom, you can take a bath and rest early."

"good."

Before I had a few sips of the hot tea here, there were rapid footsteps outside the house.

Before the footsteps reached the door of the house, Tan's urging voice came into the house.

"Third daughter-in-law, what are you trying to do?"

"I asked you to come over to cook at night, and there's no sign of anyone at all. Where is the person?"

In the room, Mrs. Sun's hand shook.

The tea in the bowl almost spilled out.

Yang Ruoqing quickly took Sun's tea bowl and put it on the table over there.

When she turned around, the door behind her had been kicked open with a bang.

Mrs. Tan stood at the door with her hands on her hips.

Behind her was the growing dusk, and her angry face could not be seen clearly.

But the fierce momentum swept through the entire room like a strong wind in an instant.

Daan and Xiaoan were trembling with fear.

The two boys quickly hid behind Yang Huazhong's wheelchair, only daring to show their eyes.

Yang Huazhong put down the cricket cage in his hand and hurriedly explained to Mr. Tan at the door of the house.

"Mom, I was just about to send Qing'er to the front yard to tell you, Qing'er's mother is suffering from back pain and can't go there at night..."

"What?"

When Tan heard this, he was furious.

"She was fine when she was eating, so why did she get sick when she was asked to cook dinner? Who are you kidding?"

When Mrs. Sun heard what Mr. Tan said, she quickly struggled to get out of bed.

Maybe he got up in a hurry, and before he could stand firmly, he felt a dull pain in his waist.

The woman snorted and sat back, her face instantly turning pale again.

"Mom, please slow down!"

Yang Ruoqing rushed over and helped Sun.

Over there, when Yang Huazhong saw this, his tone showed a bit of worry.

The man then said to Mrs. Tan at the door of the house: "Mother, you must have seen it, Qing'er mother is not giving up, she really can't go..."

"I bother!"

Tan's mouth of old phlegm shot towards the room.

The light was too dim, and Yang Ruoqing didn't know who the flower of phlegm would fall to.

I saw Mrs. Tan, with her hands on her hips, taking a step into the house with a figure-footed step.

It stands firmly on the ground, just like a pointed compass nailed to the ground.

Everything about him is so sharp and sharp!

Mrs. Tan freed up her hand and pointed at Mrs. Sun on the bed, scolding her.

"A lazy and evil mother-in-law pretends to be sick and dead. Her pitiful energy only blinds my heartless son!"

"All the guests in the front yard have arrived, and the pots and stoves are still cold in the back yard."

"Even if I'm crawling today, you have to crawl over for me. Who can lend you the courage to give up your skills now?"

After the last words came out of her mouth, Mrs. Tan glanced at Yang Ruoqing beside Mrs. Sun.

Yang Ruoqing frowned and was about to stand up and talk back to Tan.

Over there, Yang Huazhong moved.

He smashed the half-woven cricket cage on the ground.

The man growled harshly: "Mom, how could you say such unreasonable things?"

"Ms. Qing'er has been busy from morning to night today, and her feet have not touched the ground."

"She handled the wine arranging at both tables with her own hands."

"You just don't care about her, and you say such hurtful words? You are chilling my son!"

Yang Huazhong beat his chest hard.

Mr. Tan ignored the content of Yang Huazhong's words.

But he only paid attention to Yang Huazhong’s volume.

"Okay, you evil-hearted bastard, how dare you yell at your mother?"

The old lady jumped up from the ground with her hands on her hips and then landed firmly back on the ground.

"You damn unfilial son, you bastard. When you marry a wife, you forget about your mother. Drinking milk is not as good as kissing..."

Mrs. Tan slapped her thighs with both hands, sat down on the ground, and started crying and cursing sharply.

Everyone in the room was caught off guard by Mrs. Tan and froze in place for a moment.

The movement here quickly alarmed the front yard.

Old Yangtou, Yang Hualin and his wife, and Yang Huaming all came over in a swarm.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Who made you so angry?"

When Mrs. Yang saw Mr. Tan sitting on the ground, she immediately started shouting.

He ran over and helped Tan up.

Mrs. Tan burst into tears and said, "Who else could it be? Your third brother and your third younger brother and sister!"

"The woman pretended to be sick and refused to cook. The man protected her and even yelled at me, a mother-in-law!"

Tan said angrily.

"Oh, this is okay, but this is going against the will of heaven..."

Yang exclaimed, her eyes like flying knives being thrown into the room.

Yang Hualin and Yang Huaming next to them also had red eyes, glaring at the three-bedroom man in the room.

Old Yangtou had a gloomy face.

I heard Mr. Tan and Mr. Yang still chirping there.

He waved his hand impatiently: "What are you shouting about? Do you want the guests in the front yard to hear about the scandal of our old Yang family?"

Yang quickly shut up.

Mrs. Tan snorted angrily and turned her face to the side.

Here, Lao Yang walked to the middle of the room and glanced at the scene in the room.

The old man's eyes fell on Yang Huazhong.

"Your mother gave birth to you, raised you, and married you a wife. No matter what she said was wrong, you shouldn't yell at her!"

Old Yangtou said with a sad look on his face.

Yang Huazhong's face was full of shame and his stomach was full of grievances.

The man's thick eyebrows were furrowed and he sat there with his neck hunched and did not gnaw.

Old Yang looked at Yang Huazhong and sighed, "What's going on? Tell me everything!"

Yang Huazhong nodded and told Old Yang the whole matter.

During this process, no one in the room dared to make a sound.

Yang Ruoqing supported Mrs. Sun, but her eyes were paying attention to Old Yangtou's reaction.

Old Yangtou's face was gloomy from beginning to end.

When Yang Huazhong finished talking about this, Old Yang's eyes moved to Mrs. Sun.

"The third daughter-in-law has been busy all day, and it's really not easy!"

The old man's tone softened a bit.

He ordered Yang Huaming behind him: "Fourth brother, go to my room and bring the two dog-skin plasters in the drawer to your third sister-in-law."

Yang Huaming did not move and looked at Mr. Tan.

Mrs. Tan was anxious: "Daddy Mei'er, what are you talking about? That dog-skin plaster is the one you put on aching bones, and it costs eight cents a piece! How can you put it on this lazy woman?"

Lao Yang glared at him so hard that Mrs. Tan didn't dare to say a word.

He yelled at Yang Huaming again: "Hurry up and go!"
Chapter completed!