No matter how Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou pressed, Yang Huaming refused to let go even after being beaten to death.

He only repeated one sentence back and forth: "I can't tell clearly for a while, and you won't believe me even if I tell you. I'll bet you ten cents whether it's a mule or a horse. We'll find out tomorrow!"

The next day, the three Yang brothers met at Yang Huazhong's house after breakfast and headed to their new house at the entrance of the village.

In the yard, Yu's mother was cleaning the yard, and black smoke was still rising from the kitchen chimney behind her.

After sweeping a few times, Mother Yu put down the broom and went back to the stove to open the lid of the pot, use a spatula to push a few handfuls of vegetable porridge in the pot, then put the lid back on, threw a handful of firewood into the stove, and continued to simmer.

People also returned to the yard and continued cleaning.

"Sister Chang'e, you are tired. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Old Yangtou sat under the eaves with bright eyes.

Yu's mother shook her head: "I'm not tired. This is my job."

She turned her back and continued to sweep.

The wheels of the wheelchair were squeaking and approaching her.

A bowl of tea was delivered to her. The person who delivered the tea was smiling: "Come on, sister Chang'e, have a sip of tea. Look at how sweaty you are."

Looking at his posture, if he hadn't been unable to stand up, he would have stretched out his hand to wipe Yu's mother's sweat.

Yu Mu would definitely not accept this bowl of tea, let alone let Old Yangtou's hand touch her. She took a few steps back to distance herself, holding the broom tightly in her hand with a wary look on her face.

"Brother Yang, I'm not thirsty. You can drink by yourself."

"Why aren't you thirsty? It's summer, and it's getting hot and stuffy in the morning..." Old Yangtou didn't feel any discomfort on his face, and his tone of voice was like gossiping.

"Hey, did you watch me take a sip? Haha, it's okay. I just have weak legs and feet, but my body and bones are still strong. I'm not sick. Come on, take a sip. Brother, I left this tea just for you.

…”

The tea bowl was handed over again.

Mother Yu felt a little bored and forced a forced smile: "I don't dare to dislike you. It's because I'm sick myself and I'm afraid I'll pass on the illness to you."

"Ah?" Old Yang looked at Yu's mother up and down with his eyes wide open: "Sister Chang'e, what's wrong with you? Let me tell you."

Yu's mother couldn't make it up anymore, so she could only frown and said: "Brother Yang, we are already a lot of people. Everyone calls me Xing Kuiniang. You should also change your name. Don't call me sister Chang'e, sister Chang'e."

, that’s what a little girl calls her, and it’s not suitable for my old woman.”

The smile on Lao Yangtou's face faded a bit, his eyes darkened, and he stared closely at Yu's mother in front of him.

"Even if you are a hundred years old, you will still be a girl in front of me..."

"Others can't call you by your given name, but I can."

Mother Yu shook her head, with a look of helplessness on her face, "...the porridge is going to be burnt, I'm going to the kitchen."

She entered the kitchen with some panic.

Old Yang poked his head to look at the kitchen, "Bang!"

Mother Yu slammed the kitchen door shut.

Old Yang touched his nose and smiled innocently. He still had the same temper as when he was a girl at home. He was annoyed and didn't dare to express it because of his face. He just kept it in... interesting.

Mother Yu made the old man feel "interesting", and the old man also made the three Yang Huazhong brothers outside the yard feel "interesting".

"Third brother, fifth brother, don't forget the ten cents bet!"

Yang Huaming grinned, his eyes meaningful.

Yang Huazhong had a gloomy face and felt inexplicably irritable.

Yang Huazhou's head was filled with black threads. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes and heard it with his own ears, he wouldn't have believed that an old man in his seventies had lured an old woman in her sixties to his home just to tease her!

"There...is there any misunderstanding here?" Yang Huazhou muttered, really hoping that he had heard or read wrong.

Yang Huaming snorted, "Heroes don't care about their way out, and rogues don't care about their age. Dad, we are old at heart!"

Yang Huazhou blushed and was really upset for the old man!

Yang Huazhong glanced at the two of them and said in a deep voice: "Stop talking and go in first."

"Dad, your sons are here to see you!"

Yang Huaming held a piece of grass randomly picked up by the roadside in his mouth, and walked into the yard leisurely, followed by the sullen Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou.

When Old Yangtou saw the three of them coming over, there was no expression of surprise on his face.

"Sons? Humph, I'll be thankful if you bastards don't make me mad to death!"

Old Yang turned his wheelchair around and planned to go to the backyard.

It's not good to see these bastards, especially now that Chang'e's sister lives in this yard.

Yang Huaming was the first to stop him: "Why do you want to leave as soon as we meet? You don't even dare to tell us. What bad thing have you done?"

Old Yang raised his head and glared at Yang Huaming fiercely: "Pull your little bitch by the balls, I am a man of integrity and upright."

Yang Huaming still smiled, glanced towards the kitchen, leaned down with his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair and whispered: "Dad, we are all men, I can tell what you are thinking at a glance."

Only then did Old Yangtou's face waver, and his eyes widened: "You..."

Yang Huaming pinched the old man's finger: "Dad, hold on, don't get excited. If you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of the person you love, just follow us and go to the house to talk."

"You..."

"I'm a bastard!" Yang Huaming stared at Lao Yangtou with a smile: "Is this what dad wants to say? Hehe, I said it for you."

Lao Yang's face turned red and he gritted his teeth: "You little bastard!"

"I was born to you, so you are the old bastard." Yang Huaming said.

Old Yangtou was so angry that his eyes turned white one after another.

Yang Huaming liked to see Old Yang's expression very much. The more the old man rolled his eyes, the more he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Last time on the day of the third daughter's engagement, he was drunk and did not come over, otherwise the third brother and the fifth brother would not have been able to quarrel with an old man even if they were stacked on top of each other.

Yang Huazhong walked over, and Yang Huaming stepped aside automatically.

Yang Huazhong said to Lao Yangtou: "Dad, let's go into the house and have a good chat with our father and son!"

Old Yang narrowed his eyes at Yang Huazhong and hesitated.

The kitchen door creaked open.

Mother Yu came out with a tray on which were two bowls of freshly cooked vegetable porridge.

Mother Yu was startled when she saw the three brothers in the yard and Lao Yangtou, who was surrounded by the three brothers.

Yang Huazhong and his three brothers nodded to Yu's mother with a peaceful smile. Yang Huazhong said, "I heard that Xingkui is ill. Let's come over and see him."

Mother Yu came back to her senses and was a little flattered.

"...I'm sorry for you. I'm still thinking about my family's Xingkui's illness. He's much better. I'm just about to send him some porridge."

"By the way, there is also Brother Yang's porridge, look at this..."

"My dad is afraid of burning it. Auntie, please put his porridge over there to dry for a while."

"Ah? Oh..."
Chapter completed!