All she knew was that the woman buried in this small earthen bunker was very lonely.

Her biological son, Xiao Lao Yangtou, was so ashamed of her that he did not come to visit her grave during the holidays.

And Lao Yangtou also disliked her.

Because she is the culprit who interfered with his parents.

Therefore, every winter solstice and Qingming Festival, incense paper and firecrackers are burned in front of the joint burial tomb.

The offerings of the children and grandchildren were laid out in a long row, and some of them knelt down and kowtowed, and some of them picked graves, poured soil on them and pulled out weeds.

But that little dirt bunker was all alone and no one cared about it.

Hey, this is the end of being a mistress.

After burning the incense and setting off the firecrackers, Old Yangtou led his children and grandchildren down the mountain.

He didn't even glance at the lonely grave.

When they reached the bottom of the mountain, they met another team burning incense.

Butcher Chen brought Chen Xiong and Chen Goudan.

The father and son were carrying things, neither wearing raincoats nor hats.

Butcher Chen walked in front, keeping his head down as he hurried on.

When Old Yang saw Butcher Chen, he took the initiative to greet him enthusiastically.

Butcher Chen looked up and saw that it was Lao Yang's family, and his face suddenly darkened.

He ignored Old Yangtou's greeting and glanced across the crowd.

Then, a blade fell on Yang Ruoqing's body.

Gritting his teeth, the flesh on his cheeks bulged out.

It looked like he wanted to come over and tear Yang Ruoqing apart.

Yang Ruoqing felt Butcher Chen's murderous gaze and raised her head to look straight back.

The fleeting cold light in his eyes not only did not show any hint of timidity, but instead conveyed to Butcher Chen a sense of shock and coldness.

Butcher Chen was startled.

At this moment, Yang Huazhong stood beside Yang Ruoqing.

The man who understood the truth also stared back at Butcher Chen with a cold expression.

Lao Yangtou and other Lao Yang family members all felt this surging undercurrent.

Everyone was surprised.

In the end, Butcher Chen was defeated in terms of momentum, and with a heavy snort, he took Chen Xiong and Chen Goudan to the mountain by stepping on a wheat field belonging to someone else's house on the roadside.

Looking at the trampled wheat, Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes.

He despises the Chen family and his son even more.

After Butcher Chen and the others had disappeared, Old Yangtou asked Yang Huazhong.

"What's going on? Did you have an affair with Butcher Chen?" Old Yang asked.

Yang Huazhong nodded, hummed, and said nothing more.

Lao Yangtou didn't ask any more questions.

He only said: "Butcher Chen is our butcher in Shiliba Village. He is the one who breeds pig ladies and castrates boars."

"I've offended him to death. It's inconvenient to open a pig farm..." Old Yangtou said.

Yang Ruoqing took over the conversation with a smile.

"Master, there's really no need to worry about this."

"It's true that he is the only butcher in eight villages in ten miles. But in Qingshui Town, there are all butchers in Wa Shi Meat Case Street."

"Money can make people go around. When my pig farm opens, they will rush over to do business!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang Huazhou beside him also laughed and agreed: "Qing'er's words are true."

"Since I started purchasing Tianxianglou, all the butchers, fishmongers, vegetable vendors in Wa City, and people from the rice and grain shops in the town have come over to greet me."

"Businessmen pursue profit. As long as there is money to be made, the pig farm is afraid that it will not be able to castrate and breed pigs?" Yang Huazhou said.

After hearing this, Old Yangtou also felt relieved.

"This is the best!" the old man said.

Yang Huaming, who was standing next to him, curled his lips and said, "You guys with three and five bedrooms are making a lot of money. Our fourth bedroom is about to suffer from the northwest wind, and we don't even bother to pull it. It's inhumane!"

Before Yang Huazhong could say anything, Old Yang glared at him.

"If the mud doesn't stick to the wall, I'll let you go to the restaurant to work. You'll be tired of crying for your father and mother every day!"

"You don't even give me a chance, how do you know I can't do it?" Yang Huaming asked back.

Old Yangtou continued: "You know everything about your virtues."

"Take good care of the few acres of land in the fourth house, and get the crops sorted first before doing anything else!"

After saying these words, Old Yang turned around and walked down the mountain with his hands behind his back.

Others ignored Yang Huaming and followed Lao Yangtou down.

Yang Huaming was furious to death.

…

After returning home, Sun and Bao Suyun were preparing for lunch.

Yang Huazhong said to Lao Yangtou: "Dad, my fifth brother and the others are having dinner at my place at noon. Today is the holiday, will you and your mother come over to eat together?"

Lao Yang shook his head: "I understand your wishes. You and Lao Wu both sent you wine and meat this morning."

"I asked your mother to cook it so that we can have some for lunch," Old Yang said.

Yang Huazhong no longer forced himself.

When Lao Yang returned to the front yard, Mrs. Tan was cooking in the small kitchen next to the east room.

Pots and pans were pinging, and Mrs. Tan's cheerful voice could be heard from time to time.

Old Yang was surprised, who was the old lady talking to?

Why do you look so happy?

Old Yang poked his head into the kitchen and saw Mrs. Tan busy with one hand on the pot and the other under the stove.

Yang Huamei stood aside, cracking melon seeds and looking at them, while the two of them talked and laughed.

The old man was also very happy when his daughter came back.

But during this holiday, the old man felt a little unhappy.

"Today is the Qingming Festival. Shuanzi's father and Shuanzi went to the mountains to burn incense. We all met."

"You should stay at home and help Mother Shuanzi cook. Why are you here again?"

When Yang Huamei saw Lao Yangtou coming in, she was so frightened that she hid at the kitchen door.

The last few times I came back to scrape some food, my father drove me away.

Now that Yang Huamei saw Old Yangtou coming back, she felt a shadow.

But the kitchen door was too small, and her body was too big. She squatted there with her butt stuck out, her eyes rolling around.

When Old Yangtou saw this bearish look, he became angry.

Mrs. Tan closed the lid of the pot and quickly came over to stop Old Yangtou.

"What's the matter with you old man? Are you going to chase my daughter away as soon as she comes back?"

"This is her natal home, why can't she go back?" Ms. Tan asked back.

Lao Yangtou said: "It's Qingming Festival today, so she has to stay at Lao Wang's house to help Shuan Zi Niang cook!"

Mrs. Tan said: "Ms. Shuanzi has hands and feet, so there is no need for help!"

Old Yangtou said: "Mei'er can't be a wife like this. If you don't do any work, someone will poke you in the back!"

"Whoever loves to poke will be poked, who can be perfect? ​​My daughter, I will love her as long as I live!" Mrs. Tan said loudly.

He walked to the door of the kitchen and pulled Yang Huamei up: "Don't be afraid, Mei'er, as long as your mother is here, you will belong to this family!"

When Old Yangtou saw this, he was so angry that he stomped his feet and walked out of the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Yang Huamei looked at the back of Old Yangtou and pursed her lips in grievance.

"Mom, am I not my father's biological child?" she asked.

Mrs. Tan was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Silly girl, you are talking silly. Is it possible that you were not born by him, or did you jump out of the cracks in the rocks?"

Yang Huamei said again: "Then why does my father not want to see me since I got married? He keeps chasing me away!"

Mrs. Tan said: "Your father is stubborn. He wants to save face and is afraid of being criticized. Just don't pay attention to him."

Yang Huamei still looked aggrieved.

"Mom, I think I'd better go back, so that I don't have to wait until dad sees me and scolds me again!" she said.

Tan stopped him.

"Don't leave in a hurry. The meat in the pot is almost cooked. Eat the meat before leaving!"

Soon, Mrs. Tan opened the lid of the pot.

Holding an empty bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other.
Chapter completed!