The huge procession of sending off relatives has already entered the main road at the entrance of the village, followed by almost half of the villagers, and children are chasing them all the way.

Under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, by the wall at the corner, by the pond, and on the roadside, there are people watching strange things everywhere.

At this time, the noise in the west room in the backyard of Lao Yang's house had dispersed, and it turned out to be the most deserted place.

Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou had been busy for a long time and drank a lot of wine in the morning. Sun and Bao Suyun took them home to rest.

The granddaughter-in-laws Liao Meiying and Cao Bamei finished cleaning up the dishes and went home to take care of their children and do housework.

Almost all the people of Yang Yongjin's generation went to Changle County to see their relatives, including Feng'er Tiedan Hong'er and others.

As a result, these are the only people left in the old Yang family’s backyard:

Mr. Tan locked himself in the east room alone in a daze.

The deaf-mute daughter of Jin and Yang Yongqing.

Yang Huaming and Mr. and Mrs. Liu.

Originally, He'er, Kang Xiaozi and Ju'er all came back for a banquet, but after the banquet, Ju'er's family returned to town.

He'er and Kang Xiaozi followed Ju'er's car back to town and didn't even eat lunch. The reason is very simple. The best time for the vegetable and fruit business in Wa City every year is the month near the end of the year.

From the beginning of the twelfth lunar month to the morning of the New Year's Eve, business was booming.

Just take the half-day time that the siblings spent on their coming back to have a banquet. At least they lost two hundred cash in profit. So they didn’t even bother to have lunch at noon, so they hurried back to the town.

Once they left and came back, it was noon on New Year's Eve, and then after the sixth day of the first lunar month, the siblings had to go back to town.

In the third girl's boudoir in the West House, Yang Huaming and Mr. Liu were standing in the middle of the empty room. For the first time, the couple did not quarrel.

After looking at it for a long time, Yang Huaming let out a long sigh and said, "This room looks like it has been stolen by a thief. We are left with a bed, a table and two stools. It is so empty and uncomfortable."

Liu looked around and felt similar to Yang Huaming.

Recalling that I had prepared a dowry for the third girl a while ago, all the rooms in the west room were packed to the brim, and they even borrowed the two empty rooms next to Tan's east room across the street to temporarily store the dowry for the third girl.

At that time, when Yang Huaming came back from the Taoist temple every day, his favorite thing to do was to visit these piles of dowries, look around, think about it in his heart, fantasize in his mind, grin in his heart, and hum a tune.

Everywhere I go I feel stiff.

Because he, Yang Huaming, was not embarrassed at all when he married his daughter. With such a large dowry, hehe, even if the county prince marries his daughter, it is nothing more than this, right?

"Hey, that's the bad thing about marrying a girl. Even the things you bring are prepared for other people's homes. No matter how grand it is, it's all for others to see. But it's different if you marry a daughter-in-law. Everything is brought to your own home.

Move! Marry your daughter, oh, what a pity!" Yang Huaming looked around and sighed again.

Ms. Liu also felt empty in her heart, but her emptiness was different from Yang Huaming's.

"Anyway, these things were given to our daughter, and she will use them in the future. I think this is good," Mrs. Liu said.

"If we really get a daughter-in-law, she will be able to rely on the dowry to be able to dominate us and not even a single thing will fall into our hands. It's all for nothing! I still think it's better to give it to my daughter.

, no regrets.”

Yang Huaming glanced at Mrs. Liu: "Even if my wife's things are not given to us, they will be left to our grandchildren at least. The wealth will not fall on outsiders."

Ms. Liu also turned to look at Yang Huaming and sneered at the corner of her mouth: "Young Laosi, you care about the dowry, but you can't bear to leave your daughter? Is it the daughter's comfortable life that is more important, or the bulky dowry?"

Yang Huaming said without hesitation: "It's all urgent!"

Mrs. Liu added: "Okay, you gave birth to my daughter, but you did not prepare the dowry. To be precise, half of it was purchased with the gift from my son-in-law, and the other half was added by Qing'er.

In addition, the jewelry and silver that the three girls packed at the bottom of the box were all given by the old lady in each house of our old Yang family. If you really calculate it carefully with an abacus, if the money you take out from the pocket of your dear father is more than three taels.

If I have money, I will walk with my head and eat with my eyes!"

Yang Huaming opened his mouth in anger, but found that he could not find a word to refute.

Why?

Because what this woman tells is the truth!

"You were great when you scolded me with your mouth, but what about you? How much did you give to the third girl?"

"No matter what, I always post more than you. Boy He'erkang and I spent all the money we earned from the tile market last year on the three girls' makeup, a total of nine taels! How do you compare with our mothers?

How can you compare?"

Yang Huaming's momentum instantly dropped.

It really can't be compared.

"No matter what, I tried my best!" He muttered a few words, waved his hands and fled out of the west room in embarrassment.

Ms. Liu looked at his back and snorted proudly.

When she turned around, Mrs. Liu came to the bed where the three girls had slept last night. She was lost in thought for a while looking at the old bedding and washed white pillowcases. She picked up the pillow and hugged it gently in her arms.

I closed my eyes, and two tears oozed from the corners of my eyes.

Outside the house, Yang Huaming did not go anywhere else, squatting beside a clump of daffodils in the corner of the yard, silently smoking a dry cigarette.

These daffodils were planted by San Yatou.

He still remembered the scene at that time. He was hungry when he came back from the Taoist temple that day. He wanted to make fried spicy food and looked for garlic everywhere.

Then I saw a pile of fat and bulging garlic heads, and I peeled a few and put them in the pot. When the girl came back and saw them, she was so distressed that she burst into tears.

It took her a long time to realize that it was not garlic, but the narcissus seeds she got from Mianmian...

Now these daffodils have made their home in the yard. They begin to bloom in early winter every year, and the whole yard is fragrant in the middle of winter. The white petals and yellow stamens stand stubbornly in the cold wind, just like them.

That newly married girl, no one has cared about her since she was a child, grows silently in the corner like this flower, and one day she will grow into a stunning young lady.

…

Compared with the deserted old house, Yang Huazhong's house at the entrance of the village is very lively.

Why do you say that?

Because not only Da'an and the others are back, but Xiaoduo and his wife are also there with Jiaojiao.

Yang Huazhong didn't have to go to see off his bride, but he drank too much in the morning and slept in the backyard.

In the main room, Mrs. Sun and the others sat together, eating melon seeds and roasting them over the fire, doing household chores and enjoying the long-lost family happiness.

People say that three women make a show, but now there are three sisters, Zi Sun, Yang Ruoqing, Xiaohua Xiaoduo, and four women.
Chapter completed!