Yang Huamei's good mood was completely cooled by the ladle of cold water poured into her pocket by Old Yang. She curled her lips and said, unwilling to be outdone: "Dad, if you have time to scold me here, you should think more about how to bring my mother back."

Well, this old couple is still making such a fuss, and they are not young people. You are not afraid of being laughed at, but we, as children, have no place to show off our dignity!"

Old Yang's head stared: "What are you talking about? What are you embarrassed about? How many stupid things did you do when you were a girl? Which one was not done by your mother and I? Now you are scolding us.

Are we decent?"

Yang Huamei twitched her lips: "I was young and ignorant at that time. Well, dad, you are now seventy, are you ignorant or old and confused? Or dad, you are not stupid and won't let my mother come back, right?

Are you thinking of other young guys? Let me make it clear first, I am almost thirty years old and I don’t want a stepmother, tsk tsk..."

Lao Yang suddenly became furious, raised his arms and shouted: "What are you talking about? What nonsense are you talking about? Believe it or not, I will slap you to death!"

"You slap me, even if you slap me to death, I can't cover up the fact that you are guilty. You just got what I said, right? Haha..." Yang Huamei blushed, still holding her neck and arguing with Lao Yangtou.

She was so angry that she wanted to rush over and beat her, but she was so frightened that Ms. Sun quickly pushed Yang Huamei and ran out.

"Mei'er, go home quickly. Mom is worried about being alone at home. If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it later." Mrs. Sun pushed the person out while winking at Yang Huamei.

Yang Huamei stamped her feet, glared at Old Yang, turned around and walked away angrily.

When Yang Huamei ran away, Old Yangtou was still very angry.

When Mrs. Sun returned, she saw Old Yang sitting on the pony at the door of the yard, his face flushed as if he had drunk wine. He was holding the new dry tobacco pole that Yang Huazhong had bought for him, but he was not smoking.

Seeing Ms. Sun coming over, Old Yang glanced sideways at her and said angrily: "That bastard is full of shit and talks nonsense. I am that kind of person! No need to guess, these words are probably from that dead old woman.

I taught you that the old woman was always arranging me like this behind my back, right?"

If the first few sentences are about venting dissatisfaction, then the last sentence is about questioning Sun.

Mrs. Sun stood there and smiled awkwardly, "Every time I go back to visit my mother, I have never heard her say anything like that."

Old Yangtou frowned, remained silent, and stuffed the tobacco stick into his mouth.

Mrs. Sun's eyes rolled around, she looked for a few bites and hurried to the backyard.

When having dinner at night, Lao Yangtou said to Yang Huazhong: "Lao San, you can go to Lao Wang's house tomorrow and represent me. Let your mother go back to the old house!"

Yang Huazhong was immersed in sucking the fish head. When he suddenly heard this, he thought he was hallucinating and raised his head suddenly.

Then he saw Lao Yangtou looking at him deeply, with a serious expression on his face, not joking at all.

"Dad, have you finally figured it out?" Yang Huazhong asked excitedly.

Lao Yangtou frowned: "It's not that I can't figure it out. I just don't want to be suspected and throw dirty water on me."

"Ah? Dirty water? What dirty water?"

Yang Huazhong spent the whole afternoon supervising the work at the Taoist temple, and came back after dark. Before Sun could tell him about the friction between Yang Huamei and Lao Yangtou.

At this moment, seeing Yang Huazhong's confused look and Old Yang's face darkening, Sun touched Yang Huazhong lightly with her elbow and whispered: "Don't ask so many questions. What should I do with you?"

, just do what you want!"

Yang Huazhong came back to his senses and nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, then after dinner, I will go to Lao Wang's house to ventilate with Mei'er first, let her pack up mother's things overnight, and also go to mother's place by the way.

Tell me, I will go directly to pick up my mother early tomorrow morning!"

Yang Huazhong put down his job and ran out of the yard without even bothering to wipe his mouth to deliver a message to Yang Huamei. Old Yangtou called him again.

"Dad, are you going to change your mind right now? No way..." Yang Huazhong said with a sad face.

Lao Yangtou pursed his lips and said with a dark face: "I'm afraid that you, a rough man, can't speak well and miss the point. Your mother is also a careless person, and her good words can be interpreted as bad things, which will make your wife

I'll go with you."

Mrs. Sun was about to put away the dishes when she heard this and looked up in shock.

Yang Huazhong said: "Then you come with me!"

Mrs. Sun nodded, "I'll clean up the dishes and chopsticks when I get back later."

"Mom, go ahead. I'm at home. I'll take care of the dishes and chopsticks." Xiaoduo came over and tidied up quickly.

At Lao Wang's house, when Yang Huazhong revealed his purpose, Mrs. Tan's fingers on her thighs clenched together excitedly, feeling quite proud in her heart, but she snorted coldly.

"Fake intentions, 80% of the time it's your intention, not his." Mrs. Tan said angrily.

Yang Huazhong said anxiously: "Mom, you have really wronged us. How could this be our intention? It is dad's own intention!"

"Since it's his intention, why doesn't he come and tell me?" Tan asked directly.

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, yes, why didn't dad come over by himself?

"Dad...Dad, he is a man, good face..." Yang Huazhong said.

"Huh!" Mrs. Tan snorted heavily, sitting there with her hands folded, turning her face away as if she was not paying attention.

Yang Huazhong became anxious and winked at Sun.

Mrs. Sun also said quickly: "Mom, this is really what dad meant. I was afraid that letting the third child come alone would not be sincere enough, so he sent me to accompany him."

"My father said that it is difficult to weave without a shuttle, and it is difficult to embroider without a needle. The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as before. The back house of the Old Yang family still cannot do without you, mother, as its mistress."

Mr. Tan curled his lips and said, "This is more like what he said."

Seeing that Tan's face softened, Sun continued to persuade.

While persuading, he winked at Yang Huamei. Yang Huamei understood and quickly persuaded her together.

In the end, Tan finally relaxed.

"That's all, I'm going back! Please remember this. I only went back this time because of your hard pleas. If there is another time, I will never go back until I die. Let him

I am old and alone!" Tan said angrily.

Yang Huazhong and the others nodded repeatedly: "Yes, thank you for your understanding of mother's righteousness. Well, Mei'er, hurry up and pack your mother's things. I will come to pick you up early tomorrow morning and drive a carriage to pick you up!"

Yang Huamei nodded quickly.

Tan said: "If you ask your father to come here in person, he won't even bother to show off. It would be too shameful for me to go back alone!"

Yang Huazhong said: "Okay, okay, my dad will definitely come over!"

…

At Yang Huazhong's house, Old Yang's eyes widened, and the dry tobacco pole in his hand also hit the table: "Who asked you to make a blind promise? I didn't say I was going to pick him up. It's too embarrassing. If I don't go, I'll be beaten to death.
Chapter completed!