Yu Jinbao had no choice but to sleep on the floor in his little sister's room across the street.

"Brother, are you really going to kneel down in Changping Village tomorrow?" Yu Xiaomei asked.

Yu Jinbao nodded: "What else can I do? My face was swollen from the slap, and I don't care if I kneel down for the last time."

"Brother, it's really shameful for a man to kneel down to others!" Yu Xiaomei said again.

Yu Jinbao said: "What can you do if you don't have face? Face is not as important as life, right?"

Yu Xiaomei thinks about it too.

"Then my sister-in-law won't go with you, why don't you go alone?"

"Well, I'll go alone!"

Yu Xiaomei looked at Yu Jinbao who was laying the floor there, "Brother, I'm already so old. Isn't it good for us to live in the same room?"

Yu Jinbao was startled for a moment and said: "There is no other way. Let's just stay the night. Your brother and I have been tortured by ghosts in the pig farm for the past two days, so much that I have half my life left."

"Your sister-in-law won't let me enter the house. I'm scared to death if I sleep in a dormitory!"

Yu Xiaomei compromised, "Okay, then you can make a bed on the floor, and your daughter and I will sleep on the bed. You remember to coax my sister-in-law well tomorrow, and then move back to your own room."

…

Yu Jinbao was finally able to close his eyes and rest for a while.

It was his request to keep the lights on in the house. Because he would be afraid of the darkness all around, and he would be afraid of ghosts...

The strange thing is that after he moved back, the ghost didn't come to him, didn't pull the quilt or press the bed.

After dawn, Yu Jinbao planned to persuade Yang Ruohe again, but the door of Yang Ruohe's room was closed tightly and she ignored him.

Yu Jinbao had no choice but to go to Changping Village alone. Yu Xiaomei specially sewed two pieces of cotton on the inside of his knees.

So that he can kneel down for a long time and his knees will be a little more comfortable.

"Brother, bring this kettle and these two pieces of cake."

Yu Xiaomei chased him out and gave Yu Jinbao food and drink.

Yu Jinbao looked at his sister, then at Yang Ruohe's closed door over there, and sighed softly.

"Little sister, you go back and take your little niece with you. I'm going to Changping Village first."

"Brother, come back earlier!" Yu Xiaomei said.

Yu Jinbao smiled bitterly, he didn't have the final say whether to come back earlier or later, it depends on what He'er Nai and the others meant.

Forget it, risk it all, a man must be able to bend and stretch.

Changping Village.

The women who were washing at the entrance of the village went crazy when they saw Yu Jinbao's strength.

"Oh, isn't that Yu Jinbao?"

"Didn't I beat my father-in-law a few days ago? I'm so majestic, why are you kneeling here?"

"Haha, isn't this obvious? Please forgive me!"

"It seems that Lao Yang's family is the most powerful. My grandson-in-law came here to kneel down. I heard that he came here last night!"

"Isn't it painful to kneel on such a hard ground?"

"He deserves to die in pain. Who asked him to beat his elders..."

"..."

Words of condemnation continued to reach Yu Jinbao's ears. Yu Jinbao knelt there with his head hanging down, feeling his face burning.

Yu Jinbao had been kneeling since morning until three o'clock in the morning. No one from the old Yang family came to wake him up.

Yu Jinbao continued to kneel. Near noon, Yang Huazhong came back from going to the fields. When he passed the village entrance, he saw Yu Jinbao still kneeling there.

"Father, Mom, I see that Jinbao has been kneeling for a while. Should we just let him go back?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Old Yangtou was smoking a dry cigarette but didn't say anything.

Tan said: "We agreed to come over and kneel together, but that damn girl He'er still doesn't come. If she doesn't come, Yu Jinbao will kneel all day long and I'll be so angry!"

After lunch, Yang Huazhong sought the consent of Old Yangtou and quietly went to the village back pond to let Yu Jinbao get up.

"We have all seen your attitude of admitting your mistake. You can go home. Your father-in-law and I have exposed this matter." Yang Huazhong said.

Yu Jinbao had already knelt down and was about to collapse. Hearing these words, he felt as if he had been granted amnesty.

He quickly kowtowed to Yang Huazhong a few times and thanked him profusely before returning to Yujiacun.

During dinner, Ms. Tan asked Yang Ruoqing, "Are you still kneeling?"

Yang Ruoqing said 'hmm'.

Tan said: "This Yu Jinbao is even better than He'er. The worst person who has been doing this for a long time is none other than that dead girl He'er!"

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mistress, let Yu Jinbao go back. The punishment that should be given is almost given. The whole village has also seen Yu Jinbao's attitude of admitting his mistakes. Now everyone is saying that it is our old Yang family who has the courage."

Well, our milk can handle it!"

Mrs. Tan likes to hear Yang Ruoqing's words.

"Sure, then go ahead and tell him to go back," said Tan.

"You can give me another message to him, saying that I don't have to worry about what happened this time, but what happens in the future, I have to continue to see what they do!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded repeatedly and pretended to leave the yard to send a message.

In fact, these words had already been said by Yang Huazhong as early as noon when he went to send Yu Jinbao up.

Yang Huazhong even made suggestions about the pig farm.

The best way is to move the piglets to a downdraft to raise or dispose of them.

The current pig farm can be used for other purposes...

…

Yujia Village.

Yang Ruohe was still lukewarm towards Yu Jinbao. During dinner, he kept making sarcastic remarks.

Yu Jinbao didn't go to argue with Yang Ruohe. He had dinner in silence and then went back to Xiaomei Yu's room opposite to make a bunk on the floor to sleep.

Yang Ruohe was taking a bath alone in her room. She asked Yu Xiaomei to come over and carry the wooden bucket in front of the bed.

"Go out and take your little niece with you. I'm going to take a bath and go to bed." Yang Ruohe said to Yu Xiaomei.

Yu Xiaomei responded and left the house.

Yang Ruohe soaked comfortably in the water, and the heat rose, making the room lit only by a soybean oil lamp filled with mist.

Yang Ruohe deliberately sprinkled some flower petals into the bath water, imagining that she was the beauty taking a petal bath.

"Where's the Xiangjizi? Why aren't they here?"

Yang Ruohe reached out and didn't touch the sweet potato. She turned around and shouted to the door of the house: "Little sister, did you use the sweet potato to wash your face again? Send it in quickly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ajar door creaked open.

Someone walked in and brought in a cold breeze.

The cold wind blew into Yang Ruohe's open pores, making her shiver and quickly sink into the hot water with her arms folded.

The person behind him put the fragrant soap next to the bathtub. Yang Ruohe asked: "Is my daughter asleep?"

Yu Xiaomei didn't answer her, turned around and left again, closing the door behind her.

"This girl must be sick, she doesn't answer any questions!"

Yang Ruohe muttered toward the door and then took a shower.
Chapter completed!