Yang Ruoqing's eyes fell on Yang Huamei, and she was secretly shocked.

After not seeing each other for a while, Yang Huamei has lost a lot of weight!

Could it be that I had a stone in my stomach last time and learned a lesson, so I have to keep my mouth shut now?

However, even if I lose a lot of weight, I can still hold three Tans standing there!

Yang Huamei hugged Mr. Tan and cried for a while, then helped Ms. Tan go into the east room to talk.

Here, Lao Yangtou and his sons were cleaning up the mess in the kitchen.

Yang Huazhong said to Yang Ruoqing in private: "Daughter, bring more rice at noon, and your grandparents will come over to have a meal later."

"Well, then I'll go home and cook."

Yang Ruoqing turned around and returned to the backyard kitchen.

…

Lunch was cooked quickly at noon.

All the craftsmen on the construction site came over, including Old Yangtou.

Mrs. Tan didn't come over, and Mrs. Yang Huazhong couldn't even invite her, so Mrs. Sun sent over a bowl of food.

In the afternoon, Old Yangtou sent a message to Yang Hualin and Yang Huazhou in the town.

At night, the second and fifth children all came back in a hurry.

In the old dining hall of Lao Yang's family, Lao Yang held his first family meeting after the separation of the family.

The five sons gathered together, and Yang Ruoqing was among them.

Everyone was secretly guessing what Old Yang was going to discuss when he called everyone over this time.

Yang Ruoqing was sitting behind the crowd, also thinking secretly.

She felt that tonight's meeting must be related to the fire caused by Tan's mistake during the day.

Over at the Eight Immortals table, Old Yangtou smoked dry cigarettes for a while.

When he saw that everyone was here, he pulled out his tobacco stick and knocked it on the table, making a sound.

"I called you five brothers here tonight to discuss with you the pension matters for me and your mother."

Lao Yangtou got straight to the point.

A pair of eyes swept across the several sons and landed directly on the second oldest, Yang Hualin.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes also followed and fell on the second uncle.

I saw him, who was usually the most active in family meetings, sitting there with his head hanging down.

He looked distracted.

I'm afraid it's because cousin Lan'er was disowned by the old Mu family, isn't it annoying?

Yang Ruoqing thought to herself.

Over there, fourth uncle Yang Huaming stood up.

"Dad, didn't you and your mother agree on how to support you in old age when we separated?"

Yang Huaming said.

"We have made it very clear how much rice we should send to you two elders in a year. Why are we mentioning it now?" he asked.

Old Yang glanced at Yang Huaming and sighed.

"This time, that time!"

The old man said.

"At that time, your mother and I were still in good health, and your mother was not blind."

"We have rice and grain in our hands, so we don't need to bother you."

"But things are different now. Your mother is blind, can't pick up needlework, and can't cook food."

"If this fire happened today, it might happen again tomorrow. It's too dangerous..."

The old man shook his head, with a look of palpitations and fear on his face.

Yang Huazhou had just learned the whole process of today's fire from Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhou stood up with a scared look on his face and said, "You can't do anything if you're blind, and you don't even know if your rice is burnt. How can you live like this?"

"Dad, just tell me, what are your plans?" Yang Huazhou asked.

Lao Yangtou glanced at these outspoken fifth sons and was secretly satisfied.

He raised his hand to Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou, and the two brothers sat back.

"My idea is that the way your mother and I support ourselves in old age needs to be changed," the old man said.

"How to change?"

Yang Huaming stood up again and asked nervously.

Old Yangtou said: "You don't need to send us rice every year..."

Old Yang had only finished speaking when Yang Huaming screamed in surprise.

"Really?" he asked.

Lao Yangtou's face turned dark.

"I haven't finished speaking yet," the old man said dissatisfied.

"Hey, dad, please continue." Yang Huaming scratched his head excitedly and sat back.

Old Yangtou continued: "Your mother and I don't want you to send rice."

"Starting from tomorrow, we will follow you in turn, one month in each room, starting with the big room."

"ah?"

"What?"

"No way?"

These three exclamations came from Yang Huaan and Yang Hualin respectively.

The last scream came from Yang Huaming.

"Dad, isn't this possible? Jin's cooking is like pig food. I'm afraid you and mother won't be able to get used to it!"

Yang Huaan, who had been silent all this time, couldn't sit still.

He quickly stood up and said with an apologetic smile.

"Besides, Jin is clumsy and can't even use needle and thread..."

"It's better for you to live with them than with our big house. Our big house should just follow the old rules and send rice every year!"

"I agree with what brother said."

As soon as Yang Huaan finished speaking, Yang Hualin, who had been listless, also braced himself up and joined the 'battle'.

"We have been living in the town for a long time. The yard we live in is small and crowded, and we rent it."

"My father and mother are living with our second wife, and they are wronged. My son can't bear to let our second wife suffer!"

Speaking of the emotional part, Yang Hualin raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.

Old Yangtou looked at Yang Hualin's actions and his face turned darker.

Yang Huaming, who was sitting next to Yang Hualin, couldn't hold himself back for a long time.

He stood up and said excitedly: "Dad, have you heard what my two brothers said? Your new method won't work!"

Old Yangtou looked at the eldest, second and fourth eldest brother, and the muscles on his face twitched violently.

These three bastards!

The old man turned his attention to Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou again.

The two brothers were silent, with expressions on their faces changing, as if they were thinking about something.

Old Yang suppressed the sadness in his heart and asked them both by name.

"Third child, fifth child, what do you think about this?"

Yang Huazhong was still silent, but his eyes were looking for Sun and Yang Ruoqing in the crowd.

It's like asking.

But Yang Huazhou had already stood up.

The young man glanced around the dining hall and said in a loud voice: "Father and mother belong to all of us. It is not easy for our parents to give birth to us and raise us."

"If mother's eyes are not blind, I can safely let them live on their own."

"But things are different now, my mother is blind."

"As sons, we should shoulder this responsibility!" Yang Huazhou said loudly.

There was a glimmer of light in Lao Yangtou's gray eyes.

"Lao Wu, so you agree to my proposal?" the old man asked tremblingly.

Yang Huazhou nodded.

"Okay, okay!" Old Yangtou nodded repeatedly.

The old man's attention shifted to Yang Huazhong again.

"Third brother, all the brothers have expressed their opinions, and you are the only one left. What do you think?" the old man asked.

Yang Huazhong looked confused.

He stood up and said truthfully to Old Yangtou: "Dad, from my original intention, my fifth brother and I have the same idea."

"I also want to fulfill my filial piety as a son and serve you and my mother."

"But--"
Chapter completed!