At that time, Mrs. Sun knelt down beside the bed with a bang, tears streaming down her face: "Dad, the third child really didn't mean it. Just spare him this time. I'll kowtow to you..."

Yang Huazhong pulled Sun up and yelled at her: "Why are you kneeling blindly? Are you being frightened by him?"

Mrs. Sun was stunned and looked at Yang Huazhong with tears in her eyes.

"He can complain to whomever he wants. Why did I just push him?"

Yang Huazhong looked at the mess on the ground and said harshly.

"The food is already delivered to your mouth. If you don't eat it and still waste it, do we owe him anything?"

"If it were other people's children, if an old man like this were found in a stall, even his own father would have carried him to the back of the mountain and dumped him. We, being the most benevolent and righteous people, will pull him down if he likes to eat or not!"

After Yang Huazhong said this, he did not let Sun collect the things on the floor, but pulled her out of the house.

Only when we got outside to the yard did we let go.

"Father Qing'er, don't be so angry. If I do something else, I can't bear this responsibility."

Yang Huazhong sneered and turned to look at West Wing: "He can frame him and frame the blame, so he won't do stupid things again. Let's go, I'll take you back first."

"I'm so good that you don't need to send me away. You can stay with dad. There can't be no one here."

Sun patted Yang Huazhong's hand and gave him a reassuring smile.

Yang Huazhong lowered his head and his eyes fell on Sun's dirty pants, "Do you want them to be ironed?"

Mrs. Sun also glanced at her body, smiled and shook her head: "I'm wearing thick clothes, it's okay. I can just change them when I get home later."

Yang Huazhong knitted his brows together and clenched his hands into fists.

Sun's face changed slightly, and she opened his fist and said, "I'm really fine. Go in and stay with dad. Don't argue with him anymore."

"Um."

"Eat your own food while it's hot. If it's cold, you'll make your stomach upset."

"good."

"Then I'm going back?"

"Well, wait a minute..."

"What else happened?"

"I came here early in the morning, and I don't know how Da'an's health is recovering?" Yang Huazhong asked again.

Sun smiled and said, "Da'an is so much better. I had a big bowl of sweet potato porridge and a steamed bun for breakfast."

Yang Huazhong's face showed a bit of relaxation: "That's good. Also, are Feng'er and Fuwa talking about me?"

Sun thought for a moment and then said with a smile: "Feng'er is sensible now and knew you were here, so he didn't ask. However, Fuwa was talking about you."

Yang Huazhong's eyes lit up a little, "Oh? What is she talking about me about?"

"During breakfast, your place was empty, so Xiao An sat there. Fuwa put down her small bowl and walked over to push Xiao An away. Da An said that she thought it was the father's seat and her brother-in-law was not allowed to sit there.

…”

Yang Huazhong burst into laughter, and the Balsam Pear King finally showed his long-lost smile for most of the day.

"Okay, Lao Wu will come over to change shifts in the afternoon, and I will take the time to go back and see Fuwa."

"Okay, then she must be happy. She likes me and likes me to hold her and ride a big horse..."

The couple used to have a lot of fun talking about their three children together.

No matter how poor their life is, as long as they think of their three children trying to live up to their expectations, the couple will feel that they have hope for life and have endless energy to work on.

At this age, the most enjoyable thing for the couple is discussing interesting things about their grandchildren.

The same little thing, even if it is said ten thousand times, is still interesting.

Undoubtedly, it is also the best spice in the current depressing dilemma, which can make Yang Huazhong temporarily forget his worries.

…

When the sun turned to the west, Mr. and Mrs. Sun were killing pigs in the yard.

Old Yangtou was accompanied by little old Yangtou, and the Yang Huazhong brothers were able to take a breather. They sat at home smoking cigarettes and chatting, but they couldn't come up with anything. They happened to hear that the eldest Sun family was about to kill a pig.

The brothers rolled up their sleeves and came over to help press the pig.

It's already the 19th day of the twelfth lunar month, and the eldest Sun family is about to get busy.

Why?

Because they are a husband-and-wife team of butchers in Changping Village, and the people who raise pigs in the village want to kill big fat pigs to celebrate the New Year.

Keep an appropriate amount of pork to entertain relatives and friends during the first month of the year, and to make tooth sacrifices for the whole family. The remaining pork has to be sold for money.

The harvest in the fields is not high these days. Regardless of taxes, it would be nice to be able to provide enough food for the whole family!

I usually want to buy something, but where do I get the money for it?

I save eggs in exchange for salt, soy sauce, sell chickens and ducks, sell some cotton, beans, peanuts and other subsidies, and the biggest source of living money is raising pigs.

Every household wants to raise pigs, but pig raising is also a technical job.

Not to mention that buying piglets requires spending a lot of money, and it is not easy to feed piglets all day long. If the piglets get sick and die young, then all the money will be lost.

Therefore, 60% of the households in the village raise pigs, and another 30% have piglets that died during the process due to various reasons. By the time of the twelfth lunar month, only a few households can have piglets slaughtered.

Things are rare and valuable, so the Sun family's pig farm is a big deal in the eyes of the people in the villages.

When the twelfth lunar month comes every year, people who don’t raise pigs rely on the Sun family to slaughter the pigs for the New Year.

"Sister Sun, I said hello to you a few days ago about this pig. You have to give it fifty pounds to me!"

Yang Huaming pulled the pig's tail and held a thatch pole in his mouth. He raised his head and shouted loudly to Mr. Sun who was sharpening his knife over there.

The eldest Sun turned her head and laughed at him: "Sir, in previous years your family would only ask for 30 kilograms of pork from me during the Chinese New Year, but this year there is one less person in the population, so you want more pork?"

Yang Huaming chuckled.

The truth is very simple. Conditions are better than in previous years, so food and clothing will naturally rise with the tide!

Daniel and Dayun were also helping here. Hearing this, Dayun also joked: "Fourth, you don't need to buy fifty catties, or even thirty catties. You can buy fifteen or twenty catties and it will be fine."

"

Yang Huaming's eyes widened: "That's not enough to fill the gaps between teeth!"

Dayun covered his mouth and laughed, "Why is it not enough? In the past, during the Chinese New Year, Ju'er was the only girl who brought you wine and meat, but this year there is another three girls who bring you wine and meat!"

When Yang Huaming heard this, he was really convinced!

However, he still shook his head: "What the girls gave me does not conflict with what I bought. I will buy more for Mr. Liu to marinate, and I can give back to the girls later."

"Hey, there aren't many generous father-in-laws like me!"

Everyone laughed, and the laughter covered the frightened screams of the fat pig weighing more than 200 kilograms.

The cheerful laughter also temporarily numbed the big fat pig's panic in some aspects. Just when it was unprepared, Da Sun walked up to it and stabbed the brightly sharpened knife into its neck...

"Tsk, tsk, this eldest sister of the Sun family is really tough. She and my sister-in-law are completely different from each other."
Chapter completed!