Yang Yongqing got up and was extremely angry. He wiped the foot-washing water on his face, roared and rushed towards Yang Yongzhi to fight.

Fortunately, her daughter slept in the front yard with Jin, otherwise the scene would have really frightened the child.

When the two brothers started fighting, they were evenly matched. If no one intervened, it would be difficult for them to fight until dawn tomorrow.

But with Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing here, the winner would be decided quickly.

Yang Huazhong rushed up, grabbed Yang Yongqing's collar from behind, turned him around, and slapped him hard on the face.

"Why are you beating me? Put on your clothes and come with us to Lijiacun to pick up your wife!" After Yang Huazhong beat her, he threw Yang Yongqing heavily to the ground.

Although Yang Yongqing is in the prime of life in his early thirties, and Yang Huazhong is forty-nine and about to turn fifty, the force of this slap from Yang Huazhong, who is used to doing strenuous work, is still something that Yang Yongqing, who "fishes for three days and lays the net for two days," cannot compete with.

Even if he was thrown to the ground, his buttocks would split into several pieces, and he would grimace in pain, and he would not dare to fight back against Yang Huazhong even if he was extremely angry.

Why?

Because Yang Ruoqing stood not far away and stared at him quietly with her arms folded across her chest.

As long as he dares to fight back, I'm afraid Qing'er's fists and kicks will come at him. He won't be able to go to the ground for ten days and a half, and he will have to defecate on the bed.

Come on, come on, a man can bend and stretch.

Yang Yongqing patted the dirt on his buttocks and got up, turned around and pulled up a stool to sit down, muttering: "What kind of wife do you want? I don't even know where she died..."

Yang Yongzhi rushed forward again, grabbed Yang Yongqing's shoulders and shook him vigorously, as if to shake the last trace of sleep out of his eyes.

"Your wife is in Lijia Village. The chamber pot man imprisoned her. She has been rescued now. Why don't you come with us to pick her up quickly?"

Hearing that Mrs. Mo was imprisoned by the chamber pot man, Yang Yongqing pushed Yang Yongzhi away and jumped up from the stool.

"The chamber pot guy from Lijia Village? That old guy who often carries a cage and crawls under the ditches in our two villages?"

"Yes, that's him!"

The chamber pot man regards crops as a side job, and likes to fish and catch shrimps by the Tiangou River when he has nothing to do.

Yu Xia exchanged a lot of money, but he didn't see how he made a fortune, he didn't build a house, and he didn't marry a wife. Everyone was surprised where his money went!

Tonight, after three women were found, everyone realized that he was not the one who had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry as others had seen. He had to support two women by himself, and now there was another Mo family.

It’s no wonder you can get rich if you spend all your money on these places!

"I'm going to get a knife, and I'm going to chop that old bastard to death!"

Yang Yongqing had ferocious features and a fierce look on his face. He rolled up his sleeves and rushed out of the house towards the kitchen.

"Quick, stop him!"

Yang Ruoqing, who was guarding the door, raised her foot and tripped Yang Yongqing to the ground.

He lay on the ground, raised his red eyes and stared at Yang Ruoqing, and beat the ground hard: "Qing'er, if you don't bully others like this, I am the victim!"

Yang Ruoqing knelt down next to him and said calmly: "We understand your mood, and our anger is no less than yours. It is not a pity for someone like the chamber pot guy to die, but if you hack him to death, you will be killed yourself."

It's stained."
Chapter completed!