Yang Ruoqing put down her chopsticks, stood up slowly, looked at Yang Huaming, and asked him: "Why did my fourth uncle come here in vain if my fourth uncle doesn't stay with me to serve me?"

Yang Huaming was stunned for a moment, knowing that Yang Ruoqing was dissatisfied with his previous retreat.

He laughed twice and said: "Qing'er, my fourth uncle was really scared earlier. That crazy woman was poking at that bitch with a bamboo hairpin in her hand. Look at your fourth uncle and my beautiful face.

It's been poked, how can I fix it?"

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes: "Uncle Fourth, are you going on a blind date with this face?"

Yang Huaming smiled again: "No, no, your fourth uncle and I are already the same age and have been beautiful all our lives. I really don't want to be disfigured when I get old. That would be worse than killing me!"

"So, my father and third brother should be disfigured? Fourth uncle, please stop justifying your retreat. I don't want to hear it, and I don't care to hear it!" Yang Ruoqing waved her hand.

"Let's get down to business. Why did you come here?" she asked.

Yang Huaming's eyes fell on the group of people behind Yang Ruoqing, as well as the dazzling array of food on the table and the wine jar in Luo Fengtang's hand. He secretly swallowed and said, "I heard that Chen'er is back..."

"If Fourth Uncle comes here to ask for a drink because Chen'er is back, that's offending. I haven't prepared any wine for you today. I'll wait for my father to come back from the Yamen another day, and then you can drink together!"

She decisively cut off Yang Huaming's thoughts.

In that situation, Yang Huazhong stood up and subdued Mother Li in the face of danger. Afterwards, he actively sent people to the Yamen and gave everyone a clean slate. He didn't even bother to eat lunch. You, Yang Huaming, still want to come over and eat and drink?

Don’t even think about it!

That little thought was exposed by Yang Ruoqing, and Yang Huaming rubbed his hands.

"Qing'er, you are thinking too much. How can I, your fourth uncle, be the kind of drunkard? Your father is still busy at the Yamen and can't even care about going home. I don't have the heart to drink either," Yang Huaming said

.

"Well, your grandparents sent me here to see if your father is back," he said.

Yang Ruoqing raised her lips: "What if you come back? What if you don't come back?"

Yang Huaming heard the displeasure in her tone and said bravely: "Your grandma said that if your father comes back, let him go to the old house."

Yang Ruoqing understood.

She sneered, "Fourth uncle, could you please go back and tell my grandparents that it was me who said it. If they have anything to do, just come to Li Zheng's house at the entrance of the village and ask. Li Zheng is very busy and has no time.

Go to the old house!”

After sending Yang Huaming away, Yang Ruoqing sat back at the table. She swept away her previous unfriendly expression and became kind, gentle and approachable again. She became Sun's caring daughter and Old Sun's well-behaved granddaughter again.

Lao Suntou said to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, if you ask your fourth uncle to go back and send a message, your fourth uncle may be a little more jealous. This way you won't give your grandparents any face, isn't it good?"

Mrs. Sun also looked at Yang Ruoqing worriedly: "Yeah, don't you know what your grandma's temper is? Let them come and ask on their own, they will definitely annoy you and say we are putting on airs."

Yang Ruoqing put a pea in her mouth and ate it, and said slowly: "I'm just annoyed. I used to give them too much face, so much so that they themselves felt that their face was bigger than the pie. What's the matter?"

Just send someone here to tell your parents to hurry up and follow orders like slaves and clean up the mess. I'm tired of it already!"

Mrs. Sun's face was full of embarrassment and she whispered: "They are elders after all, they are your grandparents."

"Respecting the elderly and loving the young are complementary to each other." Yang Ruoqing raised her head and corrected Sun's thoughts.

"Do they love the young? No! For so many years, they have been relying on their elders and selling them out. Every day they use the banner of uniting the Yang family, but in fact they are doing it to favor the elder cousin's lineage."

"Now in front of the two Ga Gongs and uncles from the Xiang family, I didn't hide it. The reason why my grandma was so angry with my family in March and stopped communicating with me for nearly two months was because my father and the others were

I was busy moving the grave of Xiaohua’s biological mother, but I didn’t immediately respond to my father’s call to move the grave of my uncle,” she said.

Father Xiang was a little puzzled, "As far as I know, your uncle Yang died of a normal illness. He didn't die in vain. There is no need to move his grave."

Old Suntou also said: "Besides, there is a time limit for moving tombs, usually two or three years. It took more than three years for your uncle Yang's death."

The elder Sun Tou also thought about it and said: "This person is very particular about being laid to rest in his grave. Isn't it good to just lie down? Do you have to move? Your master, you are not doing enough!"

"He's not lacking at all, he thinks a lot!" Yang Ruoqing put down her chopsticks with a sarcastic arc on her face.

"He was so anxious to move my uncle's grave because he and my grandma took out the coffin and gave it to Liu Dixian, so that Liu Dixian found a Feng Shui treasure."

"That Feng Shui treasure land was called 'Crouching Tiger's Den'. Liu Dixian patted his chest and promised that as long as he was buried, the descendants would be able to show their signs within three months. They would be able to gain fame, get promoted and make a fortune, and their career would be just around the corner!"

Old and young Sun Tou and Xiang Fu looked at each other in confusion.

"Ah? There is such a thing? It's really rare." Father Xiang said in surprise.

Little Sun Tou was also surprised and asked: "By the way, Qing'er, how did you know this? Is the information reliable? Could it be that you have misunderstood your grandparents?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, there were no outsiders in this room, so it didn't matter if she said so.

"That day, my grandma went to talk to Liu Dixian about this matter. I happened to invite Liu Dixian to my house for dinner, and I heard everything clearly outside the window," she said.

"Ah?" Everyone was dumbfounded again.

The eldest Sun also asked incomprehensively: "The person who died in vain in the old Yang family should be your second uncle. Even if the grave is moved, it should be your second uncle."

Yang Ruoqing said: "My great-grandmother died in vain. She could have been moved to another family, but my father chose to move to his uncle."

"As for why? Haha, isn't it just to give all the blessings to my eldest cousin? In the eyes of him and my grandma, there is only the eldest cousin's lineage, and nothing else!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

Little Suntou lamented: "We are all our descendants, why should we treat one so favorably and favor another? Alas!"

Mrs. Sun also curled her lips: "I didn't instigate it, this is too partial! Speaking of sister, were you and your brother-in-law kept in the dark?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "I told my parents about this a long time ago, but my parents were kind-hearted and turned a blind eye and let them go."

"But I never expected that I would miss my parents when I was eating meat, I wouldn't even give me a sip of soup, and I would miss my parents when I was being beaten."
Chapter completed!