"Master, although you are my father, I cannot agree with what you said."

Yang Yongxian frowned and said seriously.

"Whether it's Zhen'er, Xiu'er, or the son who was stillborn in Li Xiuxin's womb, the three of them are my flesh and blood, and I know that their family ties will not be replaced by how many children they have."

"Although Zhen'er has not been with me since she was born, many times when I am free, I can't help but think of him. When I go out to do business and see other people's children of the same age, I can't help but think of him and give him

When buying toys, food, etc., I always buy the best and most expensive ones. I have never been stingy. Especially when I came back from this trip and saw him walking so steadily and playing so happily with the little monkey toy, I felt so happy.

, there is a kind of indescribable satisfaction."

Old Yangtou looked at Yang Yongxian with a gloomy face and did not interrupt his narration.

When Yang Yongxian stopped talking, Old Yangtou finally spoke.

"I understand what you're talking about. I've been here before. Your family affection, which is thicker than water, can never be erased no matter how far you go. Just like I am..."

"Is it just like my father treating the third uncle and the fourth uncle?"

"Shit, are they a ball? The ten fingers stretched out have different lengths. The palms and backs of the hands are all flesh, but can the flesh on the back of the hands be compared to the flesh on the palms?" Old Yang asked Yang Yongxian with a dark face.

Yang Yongxian was left speechless by the question. He raised his hand and looked at it. Sure enough, the thin layer of skin on the back of his hand could see the cyan beating blood vessels under the skin.

The palm of the hand is different, it is thick and full of flesh.

"I have so many children in my life, and the only one who really makes me feel that way is your father, followed by your Aunt Meier. It's a pity that your father died young, leaving me with white hair to give birth to black hair. As for

After all, your aunt is a womanizer. After getting married and having children, her heart and people belong to the Wang family. In addition, she was brainwashed by your grandma. The relationship between father and daughter between me is getting weaker day by day. Alas! "

Old Yang shook his head and sighed. His gray hair and stubble were just like the straw that was dancing on the pile of chopped straw not far away, withered, messy, lonely and desolate.

Yang Yongxian couldn't help but feel some sympathy, and also felt a little sad in his heart.

"Master, please don't be sad. You still have your eldest grandson here with me. I will take care of you until you grow old and fulfill your filial piety for my father!" Yang Yongxian clenched his fists and said solemnly.

Old Yang raised his head, his eyes finally filled with relief.

"Okay, okay, with your words, my love for you will not be in vain."

"Hey, luckily I still have my father who loves me, otherwise I would be really alone. My grandma... probably would have stopped caring for my eldest grandson a long time ago." Yang Yongxian sighed lonely and looked into the distance, feeling a little melancholy.

Lao Yang patted his arm and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't be sad. I'm not the only one who loves you. Your little grandma also loves you. She is the most virtuous."

Yang Yongxian was stunned for a moment, and then smiled awkwardly, "Pull her down, a little grandma who became a monk halfway has a bad reputation. Why should she love me? Even if she treats me well, she is doing it for you to see.

After all, she is just after our money. I don't care about her. The main thing is that you care about her. It's not my place to interfere. I just want you to be happy."

Old Yangtou doesn't like to hear this.

But he doesn't want to argue with Yang Yongxian. He knows that Yang Yongxian has a strange problem now. He speaks directly. And when arguing with him, he will stick to his opinions all the way to the end. He will not turn around or change his statement according to your wishes.

, make people angry to death.

"Go back first, it's freezing here." Old Yangtou ordered.

Yang Yongxian asked: "Master, should we go back to the house at the entrance of the village, or should we go to Grandpa's house?"

Old Yangtou said: "Of course we go back to the house at the entrance of the village. I don't worry about Yunya. I have to go and see her. She is still locked in the woodshed in this cold weather. She has suffered a lot because of me..."

Yang Yongxian thought for a moment, but stopped Old Yangtou's proposal.

"Master, I thought about it and realized that I really can't go back now. I'll take you to my grandpa's house to stay."

"Why? I'm worried about Yunya..."

"Master, a little impatience will ruin a big plan. If you go back to visit her now, everything we did last night will be in vain."

Old Yang's gray brows knitted together, "And the banquet tickets I bought for ten taels of silver have to be wasted..."

"That's right, so Master, if you can bear it any longer, then you can do whatever you want after the patience is over. If you can't bear it, all your efforts will be in vain."

Old Yangtou gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I will listen to you and I will be more cruel. In the worst case, I will compensate Yunya properly later."

After the grand scheme was completed, the grandfather and grandson felt that their future was bright, and even the anger of being kicked out by the Tan family had been somewhat dissipated.

Yang Yongxian pushed Old Yangtou away from Little Old Yangtou's house at the south end of the village. Behind the wall where they had been, a woman stood up straight and stuck her head out to look in the direction they were leaving.

There was doubt in his eyes.

"Mom, why are you standing here? I went to the kitchen to look for you but didn't find you."

The young man's voice came from behind. The woman was startled and turned her head to make a shushing gesture towards the young man.

"Xianjun, please lower your voice, I was just listening in the corner!"

Jiang Xianjun was stunned for a moment and looked around. There was no pedestrian outside the half-man-high wall.

"Don't look, he's gone." Xian Junniang came over from the corner.

Her chicken coop was built next to the corner of the wall. It was about to be lunch. She went to touch the eggs and thought about making scrambled eggs for lunch. As soon as she squatted down, she heard someone talking outside the wall.

She didn't pay attention at first, but as she listened, she realized that something was wrong with the conversation. She suppressed her pounding heart and squatted there to listen to the whole story. She seemed to have heard some secret things, which excited her.

of.

"Xianjun, you take the eggs to the kitchen, and I'll go to your Aunt Zhang's house."

Xianjun Niang thrust the three eggs into Jiang Xianjun's hand, turned and walked towards the door of the yard.

"Mom, it's almost time to cook. Why are you going to Aunt Zhang's house?"

"I'm out of salt. Go borrow two bucks."

"That's not right. I went to Wa City to weigh myself just the day before yesterday, and there's still half a catty left."

"Keep the ones at home for the New Year..."

When the last sound came, Xianjun's mother's figure had already left the courtyard gate, and in a flash she turned around the wall and disappeared. Jiang Xianjun had no choice but to send the eggs to the kitchen. The Chinese medicine on the small stove was boiled, and Jiang Xianjun took it.

A small bowl filled with half a bowl of Chinese medicine was brought to the east room.

"I heard you talking to your mother earlier. What, where did she go?" Jiang Er asked, leaning on the bed.

Having not been able to see the sun for a long time, Jiang Er's face looked sickly pale, and he was weak when he spoke.
Chapter completed!