Yang Huamei burst into tears and murmured: "Shuanzi, Shuanzi..."

Yang Huazhong put five taels of silver into Yang Huamei's hand and said, "Take care of yourself and go back to your parents' house often when you have time. If you have any problems that you can't solve on your own, go to the third brother. The third brother will leave first..."

Yang Huazhong walked into the yard and happened to meet Dabai Doumian who came out of the room opposite.

Dabai was quite surprised and hurriedly told Yang Huazhong with a warm smile: "Third uncle, when did you come here? Sit in the room and I will make tea for you..."

Yang Huazhong stopped and smiled at him: "I've been here for a while and said a few words to your mother."

"oh."

Dabai glanced towards the kitchen, his expression became stern.

"My father and my mother had a good relationship all their lives, but my father left suddenly and unexpectedly, and my mother felt bad," he said.

"But don't worry, third uncle, I will stay with my mother to comfort her."

Yang Huazhong was very satisfied that Dabai could think this way. He seemed to be much more sensible than before he was imprisoned.

"Dabai, if you can say this, Third Uncle is really surprised and very pleased."

"You are the elder brother. This family will count on you from now on. Take good care of your mother."

"Um!"

Yang Huazhong patted Dabai on the shoulder, turned and left. Dabai even walked to the door of the yard in person to watch him leave.

When Yang Huazhong's figure completely disappeared around the corner, the smile on Dabai's face disappeared instantly, and he spat on the ground, with disdain and contempt in his eyes.

But when he turned around and walked towards the kitchen, calling "Mother" in his mouth, his face returned to his filial and considerate look.

When she got home, Mrs. Sun was still cooking, and Mrs. Tan was sitting in the hot tub in the main room with a drooped face.

Obviously, the old lady is still fighting against Wufang.

I will never reconcile or forgive.

"Mom, it's been a while, why are you still angry?" Yang Huazhong asked blankly.

Tan snorted and turned away to ignore Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong didn't like this kind of atmosphere being shrouded in his family. As the head of the family, he felt it was necessary to resolve this bad atmosphere.

He knelt down in front of Ms. Tan and patiently coaxed her: "Mom, please calm down. If it doesn't work, you can beat me up, as long as you don't get angry again."

Mr. Tan rolled his eyes: "I am a person with a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. Whoever is responsible should take responsibility. I will not kill innocent people indiscriminately."

The word "New Year's Day" comes from... The corner of Yang Huazhong's mouth twitched.

Mrs. Tan pointed at the gate and said indignantly: "Even if they come and kneel in front of me and kowtow and confess their sins, they will never expose this matter."

"Then how can we be willing to expose it?"

"Why do you need to ask? Burn that tablet!"

Yang Huazhong was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

Then you should just keep fighting, I can't control it.

"Mom, the message has been brought to Mei'er." He changed the topic and said.

At the mention of Yang Huamei, Tan's face, distorted by anger, recovered a little.

"Is Mei'er okay? You're not looking for death, are you?"

"No, I was still cooking in the kitchen when I went over, and Xiao Hei helped her."

"Well, as long as you know how to cook and eat," Ms. Tan said.

"By the way, mother, I gave the five taels of silver to Mei'er, and she said she would leave the remaining twenty taels here for us to help save, and we can get interest once a year."

"How much interest can twenty taels of silver earn in a year?" asked Tan curiously.

Although she has been managing the accounts of the old Yang family for decades, the most money she has ever handled in her hands was nearly thirty taels.

But she never thought about taking out the money to deposit in a bank, or using it to make loan sharks.

She didn't trust anyone, she only trusted her own wooden box and the iron lock on the wooden box.

Yang Huazhong thought about it seriously, took out his abacus and cracked it, and then reported a number to Mr. Tan: "The interest on twenty taels of silver in one year is almost fifteen hundred cents."

"Yeah, this is quite a lot. Let your sister spend it slowly, at least she won't starve to death." Mrs. Tan said.

Yang Huazhong nodded, "That's why I didn't force her to take all the money back. I helped her save it and give it to her slowly."

"However, when I met Dabai when I came out, I saw that Dabai's words and deeds seemed to be much more sensible than before. After all, the money belongs to him. I kept it secret from him, and I felt a little guilty..."

Mrs. Tan waved her hand: "Third brother, please don't be confused. You know people and faces but don't know their hearts. Not to mention that we are still not sure whether Dabai is trustworthy. Even if we really change our minds, we can't tell anyone about everything.

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"Then there is a red plum beside me. What a man fears most is his mother-in-law blowing the wind on his pillow. No matter how filial his son is, he will be blown away by you. Look at your fifth brother, he was blown away by Bao Suyun..."

Okay, this topic went round and round and went back to the fifth room.

Yang Huazhong stood up quickly, "Okay, I'll listen to my mother and won't tell Dabai. But I'm afraid that Mei'er won't be able to hide her words..."

"Hmph, if your sister can't hide it, she will be the one who suffers in the future. I don't feel bad!"

"Mom, just say what you say and mean what you mean!"

Lao Wang's house, in the kitchen.

"Mom, stop crying, you still have us."

When Dabai came in, Yang Huamei was still standing there wiping her tears. The fire in the stove was only a little bit hot, there was no oil in the pot, and the cabbage sprouts were cut into half and piled on the chopping board.

Dabai walked over and picked up the kitchen knife to chop vegetables, but Yang Huamei pulled him away.

"We don't need you here. You can go to your house and stay with Hongmei. She is now the ancestor of our Lao Wang family."

Dabai immediately heard the angry element in Yang Huamei's words.

"Mom, Hongmei originally planned to come over to cook, but didn't she go to the mountains? Maybe she was tired. When she came back, she felt a sore back and a little pain in her stomach."

"I was afraid that something would happen to her, so I stopped her from coming to the kitchen. When I talked to her in the room earlier, she even said she felt very uneasy."

Yang Huamei cut vegetables with a cold face, "No one asked her to go to the mountains to burn incense. She had to go with her. She was afraid that the people in Changping Village didn't know that our old Wang family recognized her as their daughter-in-law and put her to death.

What an honor it is to be a hot cake!"

Dabai didn't refute, and buried himself in adding firewood to the stove.

When the Yanghua plums are fried in oil, the red plums are cut off, and when the cabbage sprouts are stir-fried, the red plums are also cut off.

After discovering that Dabai had been silently stuffing firewood without saying a word to defend himself, and that he had not defended Hongmei and argued with her as a girl, Yang Huamei was somewhat relieved, and her anger was quietly extinguished.

Finally, she let out a long sigh and said, "There is no need for you to stuff firewood here. You should go and accompany her. You are in need of people around you, so go ahead."
Chapter completed!