Changping Village.

Little old Yang Tou found two stools and took Yang Huazhong to sit down together.

In order to relieve his emotions, Yang Huazhong took out the dry tobacco pole he carried with him and started smoking. He sat aside and blew out smoke rings, while the little old Yang patiently asked the old Yang about the previous events.

Lao Yang was always putting on airs and talking about random things, but he didn't get down to business.

Little old Yangtou's good temper was about to be wiped out, and his voice couldn't help but grow louder, and he said helplessly: "Brother, you are already in your seventies, why are you still acting like a child? Children are so busy.

, you will never be short of good food and drink, and the house has been rebuilt for you, so you can’t let them save their worries?"

Old Yangtou's voice is louder than that of Little Old Yangtou, and his eyes are rounder than that of Little Old Yangtou.

"Since you said I'm not a child, why do I have to explain everything to you when I go out?"

"Brother, we are worried about you..."

"Are you worried or monitoring? Tell me clearly!"

"Brother, why can't you be reasonable..."

"Snapped!"

Yang Huazhong threw the tobacco pole in his hand on the table. The quarrel between the two brothers at the table was interrupted, and they both looked at him in astonishment.

Little old Yangtou smiled bitterly and spread his hands, indicating that there was nothing he could do.

Lao Yangtou narrowed his eyes and said with ridicule: "What? Are you pretending to be an official? Dare you throw something in front of your own father? I can tell you, third brother, let alone you are still just

With a little righteousness, even if you become a high-ranking official in Changhuaizhou, you are still a little immature in front of me. You were born by me, and your life was given by me..."

"Let me ask you, why do you feed the stew to the cat?"

Yang Huazhong did not explore the origin of his life with Old Yang. He interrupted Old Yang coldly and did not ask about the old man's whereabouts, but only asked about the stew.

This jump in thinking obviously surprised Old Yangtou.

But who is Old Yangtou? But he has been through things and can handle anything.

"You want to take care of my cat even if I feed it?" the old man asked.

Yang Huazhong: "We don't care if you raise a cat. We don't care if you feed it stew that it can't eat. But the way you feed it now makes me feel uncomfortable."

Old Yang smiled indifferently, his shoulders shook, and his tone became more and more disapproving. Compared with Yang Huazhong's stern and gloomy face, the old man was actually relaxed and humorous, "You also said that you don't care about feeding it stew, so what?

Can we feed only on auspicious days?"

"boom!"

Yang Huazhong kicked the stool he was sitting on to the corner.

Others also rushed to Lao Yangtou like a tiger, pressed their hands on the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair, leaned down and almost touched Lao Yangtou's face, gritted their teeth and said word by word: "You got this one now."

It’s not about stew and feeding the cat, it’s about our filial piety!”

"From now on, don't expect to have a bite of the stew we sent you!"

Next to him, little old Yangtou was shocked by this sudden turn of events. He was afraid that Yang Huazhong would not be able to hold back his hand and hit old Yangtou, which would be serious.

So little old Yangtou also quickly got up and ran over. He just put his hand on Yang Huazhong's shoulder and was about to persuade him. Yang Huazhong shook off little old Yangtou's hand, turned around and walked towards the door of the house. When he passed near the stool that had been kicked away earlier, another

With one kick, the stool was kicked and hit the washstand in the corner. The washstand was hit and the water inside was splashed out.

Yang Huazhong refused to help him and rushed out of the yard angrily.

In the main room, little old Yangtou's heart was beating loudly. Looking at old Yangtou again, he seemed to be frightened. Little old Yangtou called him twice, and old Yangtou finally came back to his senses.

"...You have seen this beast dare to do this to me, right? Can you say a good word for him?" Old Yangtou pointed at the door and yelled at little Old Yangtou sternly.

Little old Yang was so embarrassed that he wanted to die when he was caught between father and son!

"Brother, if you can't clap with one hand, I will go and talk to the third and fifth children, but here you have to reflect and reflect. The children have really done a good job. You can feel angry and don't eat the stew.

It's okay to let the stew go bad, but if you feed such good stew to the cats, you are trampling on the filial piety of the children. If it were me, I would be annoyed. You, think about it.

Bar!"

Little Old Yangtou gently patted Old Yangtou on the shoulder, hoping that Old Yangtou would react slightly.

Naturally, little old Yangtou was disappointed.

Old Yangtou looked unruly...

Moreover, little old Yangtou also noticed that his old brother seemed to have trimmed his appearance, and his beard looked like he had taken care of it. He seemed younger and more energetic than usual.

Even the unhappiness caused by the quarrel with Lao San Lao Wu just now seemed to only stay on his face and could not penetrate into his heart at all.

Could it be that something good happened today?

Little old Yangtou didn't dare to ask. Looking at his old brother, he just felt angry and funny.

If you don't quarrel with Zou Xin and don't get angry with him, then you don't have to worry about him getting angry.

But he doesn't take it seriously, which also gives people a headache. It means that he won't realize that he is wrong, let alone correct it. Oh, what a headache!

Before leaving, little old Yang Tou silently lifted up the stool and washstand, and treated the water on the ground a little. When he came to the yard, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou had already left in anger.

"By the way, brother, why haven't we seen Yu Xingkui since we've been here for so long?" Little old Yangtou suddenly turned around and asked.

"He has something to do when he goes home. He will come over later." Old Yangtou actually responded to this sentence.

Little old Yang nodded, turned and left.

At night, everyone had dinner in the fourth room as promised.

Yang Huaming slept all afternoon, and now he was sober after drinking. When he learned from Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou what happened to Lao Yangtou, he was also furious.

"He is always right, wrong is right, and his attitude is still so arrogant. What are you relying on? Isn't it just because he gave birth to us? I am suppressing my son because of my seniority!"

The more he spoke, the more annoyed he became, and he slammed the table: "My mother said I won't invite him this time, and let him reflect on his own. I really regretted it. Then next time the third girl gets married, I will definitely invite him to come and sit at the head of the wedding banquet."

When my mother said these words before, I didn't say anything, but actually I felt a little bit uncomfortable in my heart. Now I realized that what my mother said was right. We can't be soft-hearted towards people like him. We should be soft-hearted.

, we have to suffer."

Yang Huazhou smiled bitterly, "Fourth brother, you're better off. You couldn't get there because you were drunk. Third brother, I, Yongjin and a few others broke our legs trying to find him, and Yongzhi almost suffered from heat stroke."

He pointed to his heart: "And me, my heart still hurts and I'm so angry! I've been dealing with all kinds of people in the restaurant for so many years, and I've never been as angry as I am now!"
Chapter completed!