Here, Yang Huaming pushed the wheelchair into the main room, and then went straight to the house where old Yangtou lived.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou went to Yu Xingkui's house and chatted with Yu Xingkui for a few words. Yu's mother came into the house with porridge.

Yang Huazhong stepped aside and said, "Auntie, please take care of Xingkui and eat porridge first. Our brothers will go have a chat with dad and come back to see Xingkui later."

Mother Yu held the tray in her hand and nodded cautiously.

Across the hall is Lao Yangtou's bedroom. At this moment, Lao Yangtou is sitting in a wheelchair in front of the bed, looking at the three sons in front of him with a wary expression.

Yang Huaming lazily leaned against the door behind him with his arms folded across his chest, squinting at Old Yang's head, half-smiling.

This scoundrel, the fourth child!

Old Yangtou cursed in his heart and turned his eyes to the other two.

Yang Huazhou stood by the table, his shoulders dropped, his hands clenched into fists, and his chest heaved due to irregular breathing.

When Lao Yangtou looked over, he squinted his eyes and breathed out hot air from his mouth and nose, like a cow that was ready to get mad at any time.

A trace of cold sweat quietly broke out in Lao Yangtou's palms. Wouldn't this bastard Lao Wu come over to beat me if he disagrees with me?

"Dad, let's get straight to the point."

Yang Huazhong pulled up a stool and sat down in front of Lao Yangtou.

Old Yangtou's eyes finally fell on Yang Huazhong, and it was this third son who seemed more pleasing to his eye.

But that was the thought hidden in his heart. He still said unceremoniously: "I haven't even had breakfast yet. If you have something to say, hurry up!"

Yang Huazhong frowned and said, "I said, if you nod, the matter will be over, without wasting any time."

Old Yang raised his eyebrows and leaned back on the chair. If the wheelchair under his butt were replaced by a dragon chair, he would have the aura of looking down on the world.

"We brothers all know about Yu Xingkui's illness. We also know why Yu's mother is here."

"Originally, my mother came to take care of her sick son, which was fine, but dad, you are an old man, and I am an old lady who has been widowed for many years. It is inconvenient to live under the same roof."

Old Yang was still lying in the chair, with a cigarette stick in his hand. He glanced sideways at Yang Huazhong, said nothing, lit the cigarette stick, put it in his mouth and started smoking.

Yang Huazhong continued: "People's words are scary. We brothers put it together and thought it would be better to send their mother and son back to Yujiacun first..."

"Bullshit!"

Lao Yangtou's denial came too hastily, and his voice came out together with the thick smoke, spraying all over Yang Huazhong's face.

Yang Huazhong coughed twice.

Old Yangtou said in a stern voice: "Mother Xingkui and I have been brothers and sisters for decades. We are bright and open-minded, and we are not afraid of shadows. Who dares to say anything?"

"Ha ha!"

The person who laughed at inappropriate times was Yang Huaming.

He spat out the grass he had been chewing and said with a sneer on his face: "Dad, there are no outsiders here, so stop pretending, we don't know who is who!"

Old Yangtou didn't look at Yang Huaming at all. He only looked at Yang Huazhong in front of him, repeating what he just said: "Anyway, I am not afraid of slanted shadows."

"If you are upright, then there is nothing crooked in the world." Yang Huaming raised his finger and pointed in the direction of the back of the village and said, "Just the few crooked-necked trees behind the village, they are all worth a damn.

Oh my god!"

Old Yang glanced at Yang Huaming gloomily, "If you keep talking nonsense, it will be difficult to say what you said today."

Yang Huazhong glanced at Yang Huaming.

Yang Huaming spread his hands and said, "Okay, I'll shut up. Third brother, go on and tell your story."

Yang Huazhong turned around and looked at Old Yang: "It's crushing under your tongue. Even if you don't care about other people's opinions, you are still afraid of a woman like Mother Yu, right? If someone comes to take care of his son, he can't wade through muddy waters."

"Besides, my mother doesn't know about this yet. If she knew about it, do you think Mother Yu can take care of Yu Xingkui here with peace of mind these days?"

Old Yangtou frowned and smoked the cigarette, which became thicker and heavier.

Then, he blew out a smoke ring and said, "What do you want?"

Yang Huazhong said: "It's simple. Send mother and son back to Yujia Village to recuperate. Our brothers will take turns taking care of you these days."

"No, I'm afraid it will be deserted and they can't leave," Old Yang said.

"In that case, they can stay, but our brothers will also move in to live with you and eat and drink with you. On the one hand, it will be easier to take care of you. On the other hand, with more people, outsiders will naturally stop gossiping."

Old Yangtou blew out another smoke ring: "No, there are too many people and I find it too noisy!"

"You can choose between the two paths. If you don't choose, we will choose for you." After Yang Huazhong finished speaking, he turned to gesture to Yang Huaming.

"Come on!" Yang Huaming picked up the piece of grass that was thrown on the ground and walked over.

"Father, watch carefully. I'll break this grass into two pieces, one long and one short. You always smoke one piece. If you draw the long piece, choose the first path. If you draw the short piece, choose the second way. Come on, smoke it and see!

"

When he saw the two sections held up in front of him showing the same length of grass, Lao Yang was furious.

"You bastards, are you trying to force me to have a baby?"

"Forcing the throne? Do you really think that you have the throne for us to inherit?" Yang Huaming was happy and shook the two straws in his hand: "Hurry up and draw lots!"

"Don't expect me to catch this lot, even if you carry eight sedans." Old Yangtou snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face, and picked up the dry tobacco pole again.

"If you don't want to catch him? If so, then I'll catch him for you."

Yang Huaming took out one directly and said, "Yeah, it's long."

Yang Huazhong stood up and said, "Okay, then let's go over and send their mother and son back to Yujiacun. We will treat it as giving Yu Xingkui a sick leave and keep his wages. They will definitely be happy with it."

The three brothers turned around and left.

Old Yang became anxious and grabbed the nearest Yang Huaming's arm: "Don't go!"

Yang Huaming shook off Old Yangtou's hand: "I'll just go back. What can you do?"

Old Yangtou was so angry that he almost fell off his wheelchair, "I invited the person back, why do you chase him away?"

Yang Huaming said: "We pay the wages. We can do whatever we say. Even if I fire Yu Xingkui in front of you, he won't be able to say a word!"

"you dare!"

"I dare!"

"We dare too!"

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou expressed their stance at the same time.

Looking at the three sons standing together like an iron wall in front of him, Old Yang was a little confused for a moment.

He slowly loosened his fingers, trying to suppress the grief and anger in his heart: "I, I choose the second option!"

The three Yang Huazhong brothers looked at each other, and none of them nodded in a hurry.

But the things in his eyes confirmed what the former Yang Huaming said. It was difficult to send this old lady away. Even though she wanted to leave, the old man wouldn't let her go!

"What? Do you want to go back on what you said?"
Chapter completed!