However, when it comes to her mother's family, she is still somewhat sober.

Well, when Yang Huazhong came over to help plow the fields, the food she cooked was so rich that even the craftsmen benefited from it.

On Wang Hongquan's side, Yang Huamei also had a private chat with the old man. The general idea was similar to what Yang Huazhong said, that is, it was enough. There was no need to keep an eye on the craftsmen too closely. Being too strict would easily arouse people's resentment. When the time comes,

No matter how casually you do something in the corner, the one who will suffer is the old Wang family.

Wang Hongquan's reaction at that time was very aggrieved, and he muttered: "You two have made an appointment, and you both came to me to tell me about this, making me the biggest bad guy."

Yang Huamei was a little surprised, "What? Hongmei also told you about this?"

Wang Hongquan continued, minding his own business: "Okay, I won't go to the house anymore, okay? Treat your kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs!"

So the craftsmen in the house shed a sigh of relief these days. No, Yang Huazhong happened to come over to help Lao Wang's family plow the fields. They all had a meal together, with wine and vegetables, and everyone rushed to toast Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong's face was stained with wine. He covered the wine cup in his hand and laughed with everyone: "Brothers are so polite. I drink wine every day. I've just drank it here today and I can't drink any more, otherwise I won't be able to drink it in the afternoon."

Work.”

Finally, the foreman came out and helped Yang Huazhong out of the siege.

After returning home from work at night, Yang Huazhong was in a good mood even though he was covered in mud and was so tired that he couldn't straighten his back.

When Mrs. Sun fetched water to wash him, he was talking and laughing. Mrs. Sun was helpless and could only keep her heartache in her heart.

"By the way, I've been too busy these past two days to hang out at my old house. There hasn't been much movement about our mother, right?"

The conversation changed and Yang Huazhong suddenly asked about Mr. Tan.

Mrs. Sun was startled for a moment, and then said: "I heard from the fourth brother and sister that my mother did not quarrel or make any fuss, let alone Mei'er, but -"

"But what?"

"But my mother has to go out every day for the past two days to visit."

"Visiting?"

Yang Huazhong was surprised.

"My mother never likes to visit us the most in her life. She was forced to come to any of our rooms without any choice. Under normal circumstances, she would rather stay in the east room than move away."

"It's really new to visit people. Who have you visited?" he asked again.

Mrs. Sun shook her head, "I don't know, the fourth brother and sister just mentioned it casually, they must be those aunties who are about the same age as her!"

"Auntie?" Yang Huazhong was happy.

"We in Changping Village are older than my mother. Who can you count among the old ladies who can make me call you aunt?"

After his reminder, Mrs. Sun suddenly realized that among the old ladies in Changping Village, no one was taller than Mrs. Tan, regardless of seniority or age.

Mrs. Sun smiled sheepishly, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, squatted down and continued to wash Yang Huazhong's feet.

While washing, he said: "It doesn't matter who our mother plays with, as long as she is happy, it's better than being alone in the room and thinking blindly."

Yang Huazhong nodded, "That makes sense. It's really warm today. It would be good for her to go out for a walk more. It's good for her health."

"Dad Qing'er, how are you...how are you doing lately?" Sun asked again.

When asked about this, Yang Huazhong couldn't help laughing.

"Unless Yunya is brought back, he will never recover."

The brothers would go around every now and then to give away some things related to food, clothing, housing and transportation.

But every time he went to deliver something, the old man would find fault with everything, and he was even more critical of those things. Anyway, he was not satisfied with anything.

"Ah? Then, what should we do?" asked Sun.

Yang Huazhong shrugged: "What else can be done? Just turn a blind eye and serve him delicious food and drink, and provide him with care until the end of his life. But if he wants to have a romantic life, then I'm sorry. I'll give it to him."

No!"

The family's affairs were almost busy, fresh rapeseed oil was squeezed out, and Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang began to prepare to go out.

"This trip just happens to coincide with the Dragon Boat Festival. Let's just spend it in Zuojiazhuang. Brother Zuo is at home. He told us in the letter that we must take our daughter with us."

Luo Fengtang was there brushing the horses, and Yang Ruoqing was holding a handful of jujube cake in her hand and telling him this as she ate it.

"It's okay to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival in Huguang County, but I'm afraid I won't be able to bring my daughter with me," Luo Fengtang said.

"That girl is busy recruiting soldiers and horses now. The names of all the little girls from ten miles and eight villages that catch her eye are all on the book in her hand!"

When Yang Ruoqing heard Luo Fengtang talking about Baby Luo, she could imagine the crazy working state with her eyes closed.

"Yes, things are in full swing right now. If we ask her to put down what she is doing and come with us to visit relatives in Huguang County, she will probably not be happy," Yang Ruoqing said.

"However, we have to ask her what she means. What if she is willing to go?" she said.

Luo Fengtang stopped what he was doing and said, "Okay, then I'll go into the mountains tomorrow!"

…

In the middle of the night, I was suddenly awakened by a violent knock on the door.

"Let me take a look, Qing'er, don't get up."

Luo Fengtang was shirtless when he got up. He grabbed the coat hanging on the rail at the end of the bed, put it on himself and went out.

The sound of banging on the door outside was so urgent that if you think about it with your toes, something big must have happened. Moreover, the people closest to you came to knock on the door. Otherwise, if something happened to someone else's house in the village, the Luo family would not be photographed.

Even ordinary people would not dare to take pictures of the door of this wealthy family!

How could Yang Ruoqing have the intention to wait in the house? She quickly got up, put on her clothes and walked out.

As soon as they arrived at the front yard, they heard Blacksmith Luo and Wang Cuilian talking to Mrs. Sun there. To be precise, I couldn't hear what Ms. Sun was saying at all. They were mixed with crying, speaking incoherently, and were accompanied by stomping their feet.

Could it be that something happened to dad?

Yang Ruoqing's heart tightened and she quickly ran away. At the same time, she was still asking loudly: "Mom, what happened?"

Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming, Sun also hurried over.

With a pale face, tears and sweat on his face, he came forward and grabbed Yang Ruoqing's hand, hunched over and stamped his feet and said: "What's wrong, Qing'er, your father drank poison!"

What?

Old Yangtou committed suicide?

Yang Ruoqing was also shocked by the news.

"Mom, please don't be impatient. Take a breath before talking."

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly hugged Sun and stroked her back, "When did it happen? Do you know what's going on right now?"

Mrs. Sun was crying and shaking her head, her whole body shaking.

"I don't know anything. Just now Yu Xingkui came to the door and said that the old man drank poison. Your father rushed over and asked me to come to you..."

On the side, Blacksmith Luo said: "Tang Yazi rushed over when he heard the news, and I will go over to take a look!"
Chapter completed!