The old man muttered, picked up a piece of meat with his chopsticks, put it to his mouth and looked at it again and again.

"Huh? I thought it was stewed chicken. What is this?"

"Eel? It doesn't look like it. It's not that thick. Could it be..."

"Snake." Yu Xingkui reminded him with a smile.

Old Yangtou suddenly realized, "No wonder, this is such a rare thing, I have to eat it! Snake meat is dragon meat. Eating it will prolong your life, and you can wait until my Yunya comes back to see me!"

When Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang came to deliver snake soup to little old Yangtou's house in the south of the village, little old Yangtou was cooking dinner in the dark kitchen, with black smoke billowing from the chimney.

The main room and several side rooms were so dark that they couldn't even light a soybean oil lamp, let alone a candle.

"My little grandpa is too diligent and frugal."

Seeing this, Luo Fengtang couldn't help but sigh softly.

Yang Ruoqing said, "It's not enough if you are not diligent and thrifty. His only grandson has been unlucky in the past two years and has not been able to make enough money. In addition, my grandson's wife has given birth to two more children, and the family's expenses are high. The support for my grandpa will definitely not be as good as before."

"In addition, that ungrateful little beast Yongbai doesn't care about my grandpa anymore. He still relies on the money my cousin brings from Xiushui Town to buy some wine!"

Speaking of which, I have to mention Yang Huazhong and others.

They are the nephews of little old Yangtou, and they also take care of little old Yangtou. Take Yang Huazhong, for example, he will send rice and oil to little old Yangtou almost every quarter.

Sun and Bao Suyun also often delivered food to little old Yangtou, or came over to help wash clothes and sew and mend.

"Stop talking now, I'm going to shout."

Yang Ruoqing said, and then called towards the kitchen: "Little grandpa."

Immediately in the kitchen came little old Yangtou's response: "Which one is it?"

"Little grandpa, it's me, I'm Qing'er."

"Qinger?"

Soon, little old Yangtou came out of the kitchen.

Although he is several years younger than old Yangtou, little old Yangtou looks much older than old Yangtou, and his back is even hunched.

"Ah, Qing'er? Tangyazi? Why did you come here at night?"

Little old Yangtou was very surprised and hurriedly wanted to invite people into the main room.

Yang Ruoqing stopped him and said with a smile: "Little grandpa, stop working so hard. I won't go in and sit down. I'll give you a bowl of snake soup to try."

"Ah? Did you give it to me?"

Little old Yangtou was very surprised when he saw the big bowl in Luo Fengtang's hand, but he was even more happy and grateful.

Yang Ruoqing gave Luo Fengtang a look, and Luo Fengtang directly sent the bowl into the kitchen.

Yang Ruoqing then said to little old Yangtou: "Little grandpa, go find a clean bowl to put it in. We will take the stolen bowl directly back."

"Hey, okay, okay."

Little old Yangtou hurried back to the kitchen to find a bowl, and Yang Ruoqing followed him in.

While little old Yang Tou and Luo Fengtang were transferring the snake soup, Yang Ruoqing took a look at the kitchen and frowned when she saw what was in the pot.

"Little grandpa, do you just eat some corn paste and diced pickles at night?" Yang Ruoqing pointed at the food and asked.

Little old Yang turned around and smiled honestly, "That's what I like."

"Little grandpa, if you don't have enough rice, just tell us and we will give it to you." Yang Ruoqing said again.

Little old Yang rubbed his hands and nodded repeatedly, "I know you are all good and filial children. Your father even sent me rice a while ago. It's because I'm getting old and eat dry food at night, so I can't sleep well."

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As if he was worried that Yang Ruoqing wouldn't believe it, little old Yang Tou turned around and said to Luo Fengtang: "It's true. You're like this at my age, and I'm not any younger than you!"

Luo Fengtang smiled slightly and nodded lightly, without saying anything. Instead, he looked over the head of little old Yangtou and towards Yang Ruoqing, who was standing over the pot table.

Yang Ruoqing shrugged at him and smiled helplessly.

These words of the little grandpa are almost as good as those used to deceive a three-year-old child.

What does this kind of lie look like? It’s just like the ones used by poor families to deceive their children, saying that children can’t eat supper, and wrinkles will appear on their faces after eating supper...

Facts have proven that children are in a critical period of physical growth and development and must ensure absolute nutrition.

In modern times, children have to drink a glass of milk before going to bed to help them sleep.

As for the elderly, at this age, they suffer from osteoporosis and other old diseases and injuries, so nutrition cannot be neglected.

To put it bluntly, little grandpa’s life is tight.

The two of them didn't stay at Grandpa's house for long. Before leaving, Yang Ruoqing specifically told him: "Grandpa, this snake soup is fresh produce. The weather is getting hotter now. You don't have a well in your house and can't store the fresh produce. You'd better stay tonight."

Just eat it, otherwise it will go rancid, and it would be a pity if it goes rancid."

Little old Yang nodded repeatedly.

"Is your father there?" he asked again.

"Don't worry, little grandpa, he has it. He should be eating it right now, so you should eat it while it's hot."

"Okay, okay, I'll eat it later. If you are interested, you can give it to me to try..."

Under the young grandfather's kind words and watching, the young couple walked towards home.

On the way, Luo Fengtang said to Yang Ruoqing: "I feel a little uncomfortable when I see your little grandfather's life."

Yang Ruoqing also feels the same way.

"My little grandpa could have lived a less difficult life. He secretly took and sold some of the grain my father and others gave him," she said softly.

"Is there such a thing?" Luo Fengtang raised his eyebrows, a trace of astonishment flashing across his deep and dark eyes.

"Why did your little grandpa do that?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "Exchange it into money to supplement his grandson. He can't bear to bear the burden of raising five or six people by himself."

Luo Fengtang thought for a moment, "But this is just a drop in the bucket for his grandson, and it's even hurting himself."

Yang Ruoqing shrugged, "No matter how much subsidy he can get, at least he feels at ease in his heart. This is the difference between people. Look at the man in my family who serves delicious food and drinks. He only cares about his own happiness.

, He doesn’t think about his descendants at all. As for his great-grandchildren, he might not even recognize them if they are held in front of him."

Both of them were silent. After a while, Luo Fengtang asked her again: "Do we need to do something for little grandpa?"

Yang Ruoqing stopped and looked into the distance. At this time, the moon was already hanging on the treetops. At night in the countryside, the smell of ripe wheat ears was floating in the air. The fishy aroma of earth mixed with the fresh breath of vegetation lingering in her nose.

"There is a saying that the emperor also has two poor relatives. People are different from each other, so even if they are taken care of occasionally, they still cannot be rich at the same time."

"Take our old Yang family as an example. The three-bedroom family has the best life, followed by the fifth-bedroom family. The one with the worst life is cousin Yongqing. This is mainly because of his personal reasons."
Chapter completed!