Yang Yongbing raised his hand, which was really swollen into a big bun. He opened his mouth and cried until tears and snot flowed down his nose, like a child.

Yang Huasheng panicked and supported Yang Yongbing, not knowing what to say.

Disdainful laughter rang out, and Yang Ruoqing moved away from where she was standing, "Okay, the test is over. Uncle Hua Sheng, you have also seen Yong Bing's ability."

Yang Huasheng remained silent, his face turned red.

Yang Ruoqing walked to the table, picked up the tea bowl that she had put down earlier, took a few sips, and then said: "In the past two years, the transportation team kept the goods on the established route, which was basically very safe. Now the transportation team needs to expand the route.

, I will go to many unfamiliar areas, and the journey will be full of unknown dangers.”

"Those bandits, road tyrants and bandits kill without hesitation. I only let him go home for the sake of my cousin Yong Bing."

Yang Huasheng was speechless.

He glared hard at Yang Yongbing, who was still sobbing: "Why are you crying? Are you still a man? What are you doing standing there in a daze? Let's go, don't you think it's embarrassing?"

The father and son finally left, and the main room returned to peace.

Luo Fengtang entered the main room through the back door with his hands behind his back.

Luo Fengtang glanced at the backs of the father and son walking away, and squinted his eyes, a dangerous cold light flashing in his eyes.

"There is no need to be polite to this kind of person. If you hadn't given the order first, I would have kicked him out!" he said coldly.

If they didn't leave after half a bowl of tea, he would probably rush out and start a fight. His patience had reached its limit.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and smiled indifferently at him.

"After all, he is a relative of my father's side. It would not be appropriate to throw him out. I let his son try his hand and kick, so that he can understand his son's worth and convince him."

Yang Ruoqing explained patiently, walked over and picked up the tea bowl from which Yang Huasheng drank, poured out the tea leaves, put the tea bowl into a basin and washed it carefully with clean water.

Luo Fengtang came over to help, "My temper is still a bit grumpy. You have indeed thought carefully. It's just that I saw that fool's fists were not careless at all, so I was afraid that you might make a mistake."

Yang Ruoqing raised her head and smiled gently at him. The worry in his eyes made her smile sweeter.

"Don't worry, you don't know your wife's skills yet? Even ten fools like him can't touch a piece of my clothes."

Seeing her confident smile, Luo Fengtang's heart finally returned to its original place.

Of course he knew her skills, but he still couldn't help but worry.

This may be called caring and chaos!

Yang Ruoqing took the clean handkerchief handed over by Luo Fengtang, wiped her favorite tea bowl, and put it back on the silver tray on the coffee table with it upside down.

The tea bowl in this tray is used to greet guests.

The teacups that my family drinks from are placed elsewhere.

After doing all this, she turned around and took Luo Fengtang's arm: "Okay, don't be angry. If anyone comes to ask for mercy later, I will treat them equally and give them all a chance to compete."

Luo Fengtang said: "This is a good idea, but let me do it and you can forget it."

Yang Ruoqing deliberately looked at him from head to toe, and said with a smile: "If you dare to challenge our General Luo, they probably don't want to live anymore. I guess no one will come here to be stupid again. This matter should be able to turn over."

Yes, this matter has indeed changed. A group of relatives, represented by Yang Huasheng, no longer dare to come over to plead for the dismissed man in the family.

Because Yang Yongbing's hand was said to be fractured, he had it bandaged and boiled herbs to eat at home.

When Yang Huasheng met Yang Huazhong on the road, he turned around and left without saying hello.

Yong Bing's wife met Mr. Sun while bathing in the pond at the entrance of the village, but she didn't say anything. Because of this incident, the two families suddenly fell into a cold relationship and broke off all contact.

Yong Bingniang often complained to the women in the village. The women all came here to watch the fun, and no one dared to say anything harsh to offend Yang Ruoqing.

In order to please Yang Ruoqing, some people even turned around and told the Sun family and Sun family what Yong Bingniang said, trying to make a good deal with Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing paid no attention to these petty things and did whatever she wanted.

If anyone dares to come in front of her and complain, she will make it impossible for them to step down.

Fortunately, everyone knows her temperament, no one dares to come over, and she has to say hello in front of her face. Who makes everyone have less power, status, and money than her.

If the land is in the name of the Luo family, the Yang Huazhong family, or even the Sun family, a lot of taxes can be exempted!

Therefore, the layoffs of the transport team were destined to go away without making any waves in the village.

In the small house at the entrance of the village, the warm spring sunshine shines in the yard.

Lao Yangtou is not in a wheelchair, but is sitting on a soft chair with a blanket on his legs. On the small stool next to him are a teapot, a tea bowl, a stack of melon seeds, and a dry tobacco pole.

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The old man was leaning there, with his hands on the armrests of the chair, squinting his eyes in the sun, and humming a tuneless tune.

Next to him, Yu Xingkui, wearing an apron around his waist, was squatting there plucking duck feathers.

"Old Uncle Yang, are you going to braise or stew this duck today?" Yu Xingkui raised his head and asked.

Old Yang opened his eyes and glanced towards Yu Xingkui, "Half of it is braised with wine, and half of it is simmered with old soybeans to replenish the body."

"Okay!" Yu Xingkui responded and continued to tidy up.

"Uncle, you are living a happy life!"

A voice sounded at the courtyard door.

Old Yang turned his head, saw the person coming, and smiled: "Hua Sheng is here!"

Yang Huasheng took out the basket behind him and said, "I went to the market in town yesterday and saw a newly opened tavern selling medicinal wine. I thought that my uncle had a headache a while ago, so I gave him five kilograms of gastrodia infused wine and sent it over.

See if it can relieve the headache."

After hearing this, Old Yang sat up from the soft chair and his eyes fell on the basket carried by Yang Huasheng.

"Quick, bring it over and let me smell it." Old Yang greeted.

Yang Huasheng stumbled into the yard, carried a large wine jar in the basket to Old Yang, and pulled out the wooden stopper from the mouth of the jar.

Old Yangtou held the altar with both hands and lowered his head to smell it.

"Yeah, the smell is very refreshing. Is it the medicinal smell of Gastrodia elata?"

Lao Yang raised his head and asked, with a smile on his face.

Yang Huasheng nodded: "Yes, it's Gastrodia elata. I heard Afu and Wangsheng from our village say that Gastrodia elata has a miraculous effect on treating headaches!"

Old Yangtou said: "I heard that my daughter-in-law, Mrs. Zhao, Yongzhi, also had headaches when she was a girl. When she was in confinement, Yongzhi went everywhere to get Gastrodia elata to make soup for her. She would have a bowl of Gastrodia pigeon soup a day. After the confinement period,

The headache was also cured.”

Yang Huasheng patted the jar and said in a loud voice: "Yes, it's Gastrodia elata, uncle, you have a headache, you need it."
Chapter completed!