"Qing'er, you stay and take care of your baby, and I'll go take a look at your aunt."

Yang Huazhong was worried that Mr. Sun wouldn't be able to protect him by himself, so he put down these words and rushed out of the house.

Suddenly, Yang Ruoqing and Tan were the only ones left in the room.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and pinched her shoulders, found a wicker chair next to her, lay down, and said to Mrs. Tan: "I've been carrying water all day long and I'm exhausted. I'll borrow my wicker chair and lie down for a while. You can do it yourself."

, just pretend that I don’t exist.”

Mrs. Tan was sitting on the bed mumbling, not sure whether she was scolding Yang Huaming or complaining about Yang Huamei. Anyway, she was turning over and over and mumbling just those few names.

In other people's understanding, her stay to take care of Mrs. Tan right now should be to comfort Mrs. Tan, talk with her, and relieve her worries and anxieties.

The reality is that as soon as Yang Ruoqing leaned down on the wicker chair, she felt so comfortable that she squinted her eyes.

Especially Tan's mumbling voice was like a lullaby, making her eyelids heavy and making her want to sleep more and more.

So he took out the handkerchief, shook it out and gently put it on his face and started to take a nap.

As for Ms. Tan, she didn't expect Yang Ruoqing to say anything thoughtful to her. As long as she didn't choke herself, that would be fine.

So Mrs. Tan kept talking to herself. When her mouth was dry and she wanted to send Yang Ruoqing to pour herself a bowl of tea, she found that she was already snoring slightly.

"Is it a pig? How can it sleep so well?"

Tan muttered and did not come over to wake up Yang Ruoqing. Instead, she walked to the table and poured herself a bowl of tea.

When she was done and returned to the bed, she sat on the bed angrily, as if she was struggling with something.

After a while, she muttered and walked to the closet again, tiptoed to take a clean coat of hers and put it on Yang Ruoqing's body.

Then he muttered again and went to the door of the house, took a small stool and sat there.

Yang Ruoqing was a light sleeper, and her vigilance had never slackened. She was fully aware of everything Tan did.

I'm just too tired and don't want to move.

It wasn't until footsteps were heard outside and Sun's voice was heard again that Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes and sat up.

Folding Mrs. Tan's coat and putting it on the bed, she stretched herself to the door. Mrs. Sun was squatting in front of Mrs. Tan and talking to her about the situation at Yang Huamei's side.

"...Mom, don't worry, Mei'er didn't cry like last time. Her third brother is staying over here to talk. Mei'er doesn't trust you, so she specially sent me to come back early to tell you."

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming out, Mrs. Sun raised her head and smiled tenderly at her.

Yang Ruoqing also smiled. If the money issue is not resolved, the root of the problem is not resolved, and Aunt Mei'er's emotional stability will only be temporary.

Mrs. Tan cleared her throat and muttered: "Mei'er came here specifically to borrow money. If I didn't get the money, my trip was in vain."

When it comes to money, Mrs. Sun doesn't know what to say, because money is a major external matter and Yang Huazhong has to make the decision.

She comes from a womanly family, doesn't understand those things, and doesn't want to get involved with them. She has always had a clear division of labor over the years, and has long been used to it.

Faced with Sun's silence, Tan curled her lips, knowing that talking to the third daughter-in-law was in vain, and she had to continue to grind with her third son.

"If it really doesn't work, bring my box over. I got some gold and silver jewelry for my seventieth birthday last time. If I sell them off, I might be able to get one or twenty taels of silver to give Mei'er an emergency."

"Mistress, you are so humble. Your few pieces of gold jewelry cost more than twenty taels of silver together. Add in those silver items, and your current net worth is estimated to be around sixty taels. You are an old rich woman!"

I wonder if there are any young, strong men between the ages of eighteen and twenty-eight who don’t want to fight?

There is an old rich woman here.

Okay, just kidding, even if a little fresh meat like that comes, Mrs. Tan won't be interested.

Why?

Because Mrs. Tan is different from Lao Yangtou, her interests and hobbies are not in that area at all.

"Yeah? So many? Fatty, you're not fooling me, are you?" After a brief shock, Tan raised his head and asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "There is real money and silver there, how can you fool me?"

Mrs. Tan remained silent. Judging from her expression, she was 90% tempted.

"Mistress, you shouldn't be serious about the idea of ​​moving that box, right? Then don't blame me for not reminding you, what does it mean if you move that box? How many people will make trouble with you then, you have to carefully consider the consequences.

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For the sake of the coat just now, Yang Ruoqing said a few more words.

Not to mention ancient times, even in modern times that have experienced the baptism of ideas, parents usually leave their things to their sons. Even if there are enlightened parents who feel sorry for their daughters, the share that their daughters get is very small compared to their sons.

few.

In ancient times, this traditional thought was the mainstream thought running through every household.

Let's put it this way, even if the contents in Tan's box are to be buried with her when she dies, no one in the old Yang family will dare to object.

But if Tan dares to take out the contents of the box and openly give them to Dabai for business, then even granddaughter-in-laws like Cao Bamei and Zhao Liuer will probably jump out and say it's unfair!

Even if a dumpling wife like Mrs. Sun doesn't say anything on her lips, she must have complaints about Mrs. Tan in her heart.

Look, Zisun's face looked a little ugly now, and she also stood aside.

Tan's things should be left to the descendants of the old Yang family, not to mention that those things were not created by Tan himself, but were given to him by his daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law when he celebrated his 70th birthday.

If Tan borrows flowers to offer Buddha and transfer them to Yang Huamei, not only will Tan completely lose the hearts of the people, but Yang Huamei will also become the target of public criticism.

"Mom, you go to the backyard to cook dinner. It's almost time."

Yang Ruoqing still had a few words to say to Mrs. Tan: Mrs. Sun's presence would make it inconvenient for their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to be inconvenient for each other.

Mrs. Sun understood Yang Ruoqing's intention, nodded and turned around to leave.

"What the hell, this fat girl is actually ripping out your heart and lungs like me?" Mr. Tan sat there with her hands folded, a weird smile on her lips.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, knelt down and said to her: "Nai, since you didn't wake me up from sleeping earlier and you gave me clothes to cover me with, I'll explain it to you."

"What's the point?"

"Don't touch the jewelry in your box. If you do, you will become a target."

"If I don't move, your father and fourth uncle won't lend money. Are they going to worry your aunt to death?"

"My father and fourth uncle didn't insist on refusing to lend money. Forty taels of silver is not a small amount. Of course they have to be cautious. They should come back to Dabai and ask for clarification. You should leave this matter alone.
Chapter completed!