Changping Village.

At night, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming went to visit Lao Yangtou in the house at the entrance of the village.

Ever since he got dysentery after eating a bad egg at Yang Huasheng's house last time, Old Yang has been bedridden for several days in a row, and his diet is as light as possible.

Vegetable and tofu soup, sweet potato and millet porridge, red bean and multigrain porridge, and clear soup noodles were eaten over and over again.

As soon as I walked into the main room, I heard Old Yangtou scolding Yu Xingkui in the east room.

"Why, it's clear soup noodles again? I eat these things every day and I'm going to vomit. Can't you change the taste for me? I'd also like to beat two poached eggs? Otherwise, scrambled eggs can be used as toppings, and there's no mention of shredded pork.

If you can’t eat it, why do you give me these things every day that these beasts won’t eat?”

Yu Xingkui explained patiently while urging him to eat: "Old Uncle Yang, the doctor specifically told you that your gastrointestinal tract has been damaged. The lighter you are during this period, the better. It would be good to eat some whole grains..."

"Stop fooling me with that trick. How many days have passed and I have long been able to eat well and drink spicy food. You, hurry up and get me some delicious food. I will give you three taels a month."

I’m not asking you to fix these frivolous things for me with the money’s monthly schedule..."

Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming deliberately paused at the door of the house just to listen for a few more words. At this moment, when they heard that Old Yang was not giving up, Yu Xingkui gradually couldn't stand it anymore, and the two brothers entered the house one after another.

"What do you want to eat and drink? Do you want wild boar meat stir-fried with spicy pepper and a pot of Shaodaozi wine?"

Yang Huaming asked loudly as the person came to the bed and pointed to the bucket on the ground beside the bed: "Don't you even look at this bucket and the stuff in the toilet behind the bed? It's already like this."

My heart is still thinking about eating this and drinking that. Others have healed their scars and forgotten the pain. Are you trying to die again before your scar heals?"

Yang Huaming's words were a bit harsh, and Old Yang's face looked very ugly.

But he knew that his fourth son was someone who didn't give face, and if he quarreled with him, he would be the one who couldn't stand up later.

Therefore, Old Yangtou automatically ignored Yang Huaming as a piece of shit and only focused on Yang Huazhong, who could communicate and reason.

"Third brother, you're the judge. I've been eating these soupy and watery things every day for how many days, and my mouth has almost turned into a bird's eye." Old Yang looked depressed and pinched his cheeks.

"Look, look carefully, I have lost all my flesh. I have no strength at all. I have to relieve myself many times in one night. This is all because I don't have any oily smell in my stomach."

Yes!"

"The Fourth Brother is a bandit and cannot be reasonable. You are the upright one, so you have to be reasonable, right? At least give me, this old man, something hard to eat!"

Yang Huaming didn't even bother to pay attention to the first words of Old Yangtou, but he didn't like to hear the last words.

He stiffened his neck and stared, his voice became thicker, he pointed at his nose and said loudly: "Bandit? If I were a bandit, I would have carried this bad old man like you to the mountains and thrown him over the cliff, and you would still have to lie here and tell me what to do.

?”

Old Yangtou also frowned and pointed at Yang Huaming, but he still said to Yang Huazhong: "Look, look at it, how are you different from a bandit if you are like this?"
Chapter completed!