Originally, he planned to give his fourth uncle Yang Huaming a five-day deadline. To his surprise, early on the third day, when Yang Ruoqing got up and opened the courtyard door, she saw Yang Huaming appearing at the courtyard door.

After not seeing him for three days, my fourth uncle's hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a layer of stubble around his mouth and on his face.

Coupled with the white hair in the forest, the fourth uncle standing in the late autumn morning wind looked so embarrassed, haggard and old.

This reminded Yang Ruoqing of an article she had seen in a primary school textbook in her previous life: My Uncle Yule.

Yes, it was the uncle who had disappeared from home for several years. His parents and people in the town said that he had made a fortune outside.

But one day on a boat out to sea, I saw a poor middle-aged man cooking oysters for customers.

The sea breeze blew his messy hair, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his rough, calloused hands...

At this moment, the fourth uncle Yang Huaming standing in front of him in the morning breeze was as desolate as the uncle in the text.

However, it is not worthy of sympathy at all.

Because he brought all this on himself.

"Qing'er, I've collected one hundred taels of silver. Please click on it."

Yang Huaming took out a bundle from his armpit and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing took it and weighed it in her hands. It was heavy.

She opened a corner of the bag and looked inside, then pulled it with her hand and said, "No need to order it, it's one hundred taels."

Yang Huaming grinned and looked at Yang Ruoqing.

He didn't say a word, but his eyes were full of drama.

Yang Ruoqing deliberately ignored his look and said calmly: "I'll pay you back the IOU and you'll be cleared from now on."

After saying this, she took the silver and turned back to the yard.

Yang Huaming chased after him, "Qing'er, wait a moment, my fourth uncle still has something to say to you..."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and said, "I know what you want to say, Fourth Uncle."

"In view of your previous behavior, neither the restaurant nor the herb collection business is suitable for you. You should find another job!" she said. Yang Huaming stopped Yang Ruoqing again and begged: "Qing'er, dirty work is hard.

I don’t even care. The herb collection team is a delicate job, and I don’t recognize herbs now. How about the transportation team? Fourth uncle, I still have some strength. For the rest of my life, send me to the transportation team to atone for my sins."

Yang Ruoqing looked at him indifferently. After a long time, she squeezed out a sarcastic smile and said: "Fourth uncle, you are wrong. The transport team cannot get in with just a lot of strength."

"Skill, wisdom, courage, courage, courage, loyalty, hard work, and persistence..."

"Tell me, what do you possess?" she asked word for word.

Yang Huaming was speechless.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "Now, the transportation team has changed the rules. Those who are over forty years old have retired."

"Uncle Chang Gen and Uncle Daniu have all retired. Now the mainstays in the transport team are people like Brother Baozhu and Brother Yuzhu, followed by the young guys who have been recruited in recent years."

"Uncle Fourth, the threshold for the transportation team is higher than that of the herb team and restaurants, and it is even less suitable for you. You should find another way out!"

After saying these words, Yang Ruoqing ignored Yang Huaming and returned to the backyard without looking back.

Yang Huaming returned to the backyard of Lao Yang's house. When he entered, he happened to catch up with Lao Yang squatting at the door of the east room to rinse his mouth.

The old man had a handkerchief on his shoulders and an earthen basin filled with water at his feet.

Hearing footsteps approaching, the old man looked up and saw Yang Huaming coming over with his arms drooped, his whole body as depressed as a frost-beaten eggplant.

The old man took a big gulp of water and spit out the green salt foam in his mouth, then stood up.

"Fourth brother, are you back? How are things going? Has the hole of the one hundred taels been filled up?" the old man asked in a low voice.

Yang Huaming raised his eyes, glanced at Old Yang, and nodded with difficulty.

"Just make it up." Old Yang nodded repeatedly.

Seeing Yang Huaming's appearance, Old Yang was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Since everything has been patched up, then jail time will be avoided. Why do you still look like this? The sky has not fallen..."

Yang Huaming stood there, his body swaying slightly, "Why didn't it collapse? My new house in the county is gone, my job at the restaurant is gone, and my family fortune is gone. I can't live the rest of my life!"

Hearing this, Old Yangtou was surprised, "Why do you have no money? Your house will be refunded a hundred taels of silver, and your mother and I will give you another 20 taels. Over at the restaurant, you will give us a hundred taels."

If I fill up the hole of 20 taels, I can still have a surplus of 20 taels on hand!"

Yang Huaming smiled bitterly, "The house broke the contract, and the liquidated damages alone were nearly thirty taels. The thirty taels were deducted from the one hundred taels, and the landlord refunded seventy taels to me."

"In addition, the wages of the craftsmen who helped me with the decoration have not been paid. The decoration cost is twenty taels. After deducting these twenty taels, I only have fifty taels left on hand."

"Including the twenty taels you gave me, dad, it's only seventy taels. There is a hole of one hundred taels. Xiaojuan and I added all our savings in the past few years, and then we collected one hundred taels of silver.

Fill the hole."

"Dad, do you think I still have any wealth? Have I collapsed today?" Yang Huaming asked hysterically.

Old Yang was stunned, looking straight at Yang Huaming. Thousands of words stuck in his throat, and finally turned into a heavy sigh.

"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place? You are seeking death, who can you blame?" he asked.

Yang Huaming staggered back, his expression seemed to be crying, laughing, or crazy.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'm seeking death, I'm fucking seeking death, I deserve it, hahaha..."

He picked up a broom placed in the corner, ran to the old locust tree in the middle of the yard, and beat the tree with the broom.

Beating and scolding at the same time, crying and scolding at the same time, crying and laughing.

The movement here shocked the whole front and back yard. Liu, Yang Ruohe, Sanyatou, Xiaojuan, Yang Yongxian from the front yard, Yang Yongzhi and Zhao Liuer all rushed to the back yard with Goudan in their arms.

The women and children were so frightened that they cried when they saw Yang Huaming's appearance, while Old Yang stamped his feet anxiously.

"Sir, what's going on with my fourth uncle?" Yang Yongzhi asked in confusion.

Lao Yangtou said: "Your fourth uncle is crazy."

"Ah?" Yang Yongzhi was shocked.

Old Yangtou said: "Don't be stunned, Yongxian, Yongzhi, quickly pull your fourth uncle over."

Brothers Yang Yongxian and Yang Yongzhi rushed forward to hold Yang Huaming, but Yang Huaming turned around and swept away thousands of troops.

Yang Yongzhi was more skillful. He ducked and the broom wiped his face, then hit Yang Yongxian steadily in the face.

Yang Yongxian groaned, covered his nose and took a few steps back. Two pillars of blood dripped from the gaps between his fingers.

"Brother, brother, how are you doing?"
Chapter completed!