"Oh, Jiaojiao? Why is Jiaojiao here? But your grandma is back?" Yang Huazhong was surprised and happy. He quickly put the tools in his hands aside. After thinking about it, he felt something was wrong. There was a sickle in the tool.

So he put the tools in the corner and blocked them with a broom outside so that the children could not touch them. Then he turned around and strode towards Luo Baobao and Jiaojiao.

"Dad, are you done?" Xiaoduo came out of the main room with a basket half filled with vegetables.

"Duo'er? When did you come back?" Yang Huazhong asked in surprise.

Xiaoduo said: "I came back in the morning, and my mother is also back. She is cooking in the kitchen. I went to wash the vegetables before it got dark."

Yang Huazhong hurried to the backyard. The chimney of the kitchen was really smoking, and the familiar smell of fireworks instantly enveloped him.

"Mother, you've been back since the morning, why didn't you go to the field to call me back?" Yang Huazhong said as his tall body entered the kitchen.

In the kitchen, rice was cooking in a casserole on the small stove, white meat was stewed with pickled cabbage in an iron pot on the stove, and Mrs. Sun was putting soaked vermicelli into the pot.

Hearing the sound, she raised her head and looked up at Yang Huazhong. There was a smile on the woman's face and eyes, "We are busy with farming right now. I will be back when I get back. There is no need to call you."

Yang Ruoqing also poked her head out of the stove, "Dad, go wash your face and feet. When Duo'er comes back from washing vegetables, we'll fry another one and start dinner."

"Okay, I'll just go to the backyard and get water from the well to rinse my feet!"

Yang Huazhong turned around and left the house and went to the backyard.

Yang Ruoqing also stood up and said to Sun, "I'm going to find a pair of shoes for my dad."

"Well, go ahead!"

In the backyard, Yang Huazhong stood at the mouth of the well, washing his feet and humming a tune. He was obviously very happy to have his wife, daughter and grandson back.

"Dad, I'll change these shoes later."

Yang Ruoqing handed over the handkerchief and shoes together.

Yang Huazhong took it, sat on the manhole cover and wiped his feet while asking Yang Ruoqing: "Why did your mother and sister come back suddenly? The pasture should be busy at the moment? Is there anything going on?"

Yang Ruoqing stood beside him and said in a low voice: "Isn't it just something? It's a big deal!"

Yang Huazhong paused, "Ah? What's going on?"

Yang Ruoqing told Sun what happened last night in a few words. Yang Huazhong's face changed completely. He sat there with his thick eyebrows furrowed and his face full of doubts. He murmured to himself: "Why is the ghost still lingering and haunting your mother? Then

What’s going on in the house?”

"But having said that, those houses were all built together at the beginning. I also went over to help build them. There was no abnormality at all when they were built. Duo'er and Shengnan slept soundly. Why did they suddenly fall into each other?

Is your mother's house noisy?"

Yang Ruoqing stood aside and said nothing, not wanting to interrupt her father's train of thought.

So Yang Huazhong continued to speculate along his own train of thought: "Those rooms face north and south, Duo'er and Shengnan's room is on this side, your mother's room is on that side, and there is a main room in between...

"

As Yang Huazhong spoke, he raised his hands and gestured, imagining the east, west, south, and north layout of the house in his mind.

"I know!" He suddenly retracted his hand and raised his eyes to look at Yang Ruoqing in front of him.

"Dad, what do you know?" Yang Ruoqing asked curiously.
Chapter completed!