"Mom, what are you doing?"

Yang Huaming pretended not to know and followed behind to ask.

Mrs. Tan didn't reply to him, and continued searching with her head down.

"Get down here!"

She pointed at Mrs. Liu, who was still sitting on the bed and staring at her with her hands covered with quilts, feeling annoyed.

"oh!"

Mrs. Liu quickly jumped out of bed.

Mrs. Tan went to shake the quilt again.

"Mom, what are you looking for? Tell me, and the fourth child and I will help you look for it!" Mrs. Liu said with a smile.

Mrs. Tan glared at her: "Pretend to be confused while pretending to understand. I will find you later and skin you!"

Mrs. Liu curled her lips.

Look for it, if you can find it, my surname is not Liu!

After rummaging through it again, Tan almost demolished Yang Huaming's house.

Still couldn't find the old hen.

She ran to the kitchen next door and the rooms of several granddaughters to continue searching.

Not to mention it was an old hen weighing five or six pounds, with not even a single feather on it.

Mrs. Tan stood at the door of the house with a suspicious look on her face.

Kim doesn't have the guts to do these things.

Yang dared to do it, but Yang didn't live at home.

Sun is not that kind of person.

Mr. Bao followed Lao Wu to the town a few days ago.

The most suspicious person is Liu!

It's strange, such a big old hen, where did he hide it?

Killed? Stewed? Eaten?

impossible.

Last night before going to bed, she went to the chicken coop to count them.

Since it disappeared at dawn today, the thief must have not had time to clean it up.

Mrs. Tan frowned and lost her direction.

From the room behind him, Liu's strange voice came out.

"Fourth brother, does your mother think we are thieves? She came to ransack our house because of something missing..."

Yang Huaming comforted him and said, "Hey, we are not afraid of shadows when we are upright. If she likes to toss her, let her do whatever she wants..."

Mrs. Liu continued: "Hey, it's just us, like that soft persimmon, she can pinch it as she wants!"

"Why don't you see her searching other rooms? Hey, I even doubt whether you are your mother's biological child..."

"Fourth daughter-in-law, you fart!"

Mrs. Tan pushed open the door behind her and shouted angrily at Mrs. Liu.

"You daughter-in-law with a foreign surname, stop trying to sow trouble between me and my son!" Mrs. Tan said angrily.

Mrs. Liu seemed to be greatly frightened and hurriedly hid behind Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming smiled apologetically: "Mom, she didn't mean that, she just said it casually..."

"Why, you're still talking to her and speaking for her?" Tan asked angrily.

Yang Huaming chuckled: "Don't dare, I'm just being fair..."

Mrs. Tan was so angry that she could not speak.

"What a wolf-hearted thing!"

Cursing, Mrs. Tan returned to the east room.

In the east room, Old Yangtou was still leaning on the bed and smoking a cigarette.

As soon as Tan entered the door, she choked and coughed several times.

"Smoke, smoke, smoke, just smoke, it will make the room full of smoke!"

Tan raised his hand to wave away the smoke and said angrily.

Old Yang glanced at Mrs. Tan and knocked the tobacco pole against the bed rail beside him a few times.

"I heard you guys making a fuss early in the morning, what happened?" he asked.

Mrs. Tan opened the window and said, "What else can we do? Those vampires are plotting against us!"

"Less?" he asked.

"Yeah," Mr. Tan nodded, "that old reed hen weighs five or six pounds."

"I originally planned to kill you in the next two days, stew the pot of soup to replenish your body, and call Meier back for a bowl of it, but now it's gone!" she said.

Old Yangtou sighed.

"Forget it, they are all our children and grandchildren anyway. It is better to eat in their stomachs than to eat in the bellies of outsiders." He comforted.

Tan was still very angry.

"These children and grandchildren have no conscience! I have to keep a close eye on the chickens and ducks from now on!"

In the morning, someone from Liu's natal family came to give a family separation gift.

There was a lot of noise and yelling in the yard.

The children brought by Liu's two brothers and sister-in-law were running around the yard, laughing and playing.

In the east room opposite, the door is still closed.

Mr. Liu's wife glanced at the closed door of the east room opposite, then turned back and entered the kitchen.

She said to Mrs. Liu who was cooking with her: "Your parents-in-law are too ignorant. When our old relatives came over, they didn't even come out to say hello."

Mrs. Liu sneered: "When did they ever know anything? Humph, it would be better not to come. If you stay here and don't leave, you will need an extra pair of chopsticks to eat!"

Ms. Liu nodded: "Well, that makes sense. If you don't come, I won't come. It's not rare!"

…

After breakfast, Yang Ruoqing took off the sheets and quilt cover on the bed.

I took the mallet and soap powder and put them all in a bamboo basket.

I greeted Mr. Sun and carried the dirty clothes out of the courtyard.

She didn't have to go to the restaurant today, so she wanted to take this opportunity to wash the things that needed to be washed.

By the way, I’ll also tidy up Tangyazi’s bed.

The old Luo family.

Luo Fengtang is sweeping the yard.

Hearing a familiar voice calling him, he looked up and saw Yang Ruoqing walking in.

"Hey, are you still sweeping the yard? You are really diligent."

She smiled and greeted him.

Luo Fengtang put down his broom and ran towards her.

"Qing'er, why are you here?" he asked.

She glanced at the west room where he slept: "It's a nice day. Come over here and help you wash off the sheets and covers."

"I can wash it myself," he said.

She smiled and shook her head: "As for your clumsy hands, even if you wash them, they haven't been washed yet. I'd better consecrate them!"

After that, he went straight to the West House.

He followed in.

She was already standing beside the bed, leaning down and pulling out the sheets.

Then he started to take off the quilt cover again.

"Let's take it apart together!"

He said, walking over and giving her a hand.

"Where is your uncle?" she asked.
To be continued...