When asked about Lao Jiangtou, Luo Fengtang looked confused.

He himself has many things to be busy with, including those in the military, the Luo family, the Zhou family, and the old Yang family.

I've been traveling around for three days a while, and I just got home today, and my daughter's camp in the mountain, and my father Wu Wang, who is recovering from his injury deeper in the mountain... all these things are on Luo Fengtang's shoulders, and he, the mainstay, is really busy.

Naturally, there was no time to pay attention to the physical condition of other old men in the village.

But Yang Ruoqing is different. She stays at home every day, and sometimes goes to the village to wander around.

In addition, trumpeters like the Liu family and the Da Sun family like to come up to her and tell her about the goings-on in the village.

"I didn't go to see it with my own eyes, but I heard from my fourth aunt and others that Mr. Jiang has been ill a while ago. He has gotten better these days. At least he can eat."

Little old Yangtou sighed, "I can understand his state of mind best. It's so painful for a white-haired person to give a black-haired person a gift!"

Yang Ruoqing knew the situation of little old Yangtou. His only son died more than ten years ago, and his daughter also died in the plague.

In the originally bustling family, he was suddenly the only old man left.

The grandson, grandson's wife and their two children make a living in other places all year round. That is to say, they can come back and stay for a few months during the Chinese New Year. Compared with little old Yangtou, old Yangtou is really a hundred times happier.

Although Lao Yangtou also had two sons who passed away before him, he still had three sons left by his side, as well as a large number of grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and so on.

"Little grandpa, it's important to take care of yourself. As for Mr. Jiang, don't worry about it."

Yang Ruoqing persuaded with a smile, "Old Master Jiang is now living in Mr. Jiang's house, and his son and grandson are waiting for him!"

Little old Yang nodded, then drank the rock sugar snow pear in his bowl.

"Is it too sweet? I put too much rock sugar in it."

Seeing little old Yangtou frown slightly, Yang Ruoqing asked tentatively.

This kind of old rock sugar is not like the single crystal rock sugar of later generations. Each piece of old rock sugar is as heavy as a stone.

She loosened her hand and grabbed several pieces. The sweetness was perfect for her, but she didn't know if the old man could accept it.

Little old Yangtou relaxed his brows and smiled kindly, "The taste is very authentic and very good."

Since it's so good, why did you frown just now?

Yang Ruoqing wanted to ask, but she held back. Maybe the little grandpa had other things in mind?

"By the way, Qing'er, I told you about that incident last time. After that, your mother and the others went to Taoist Yuan and his friends. What did the Taoist say?" Little Lao Yang suddenly asked again.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and she really didn't remember what her grandfather was talking about last time.

Little old Yang coughed and reminded: "Last time you were sick, I told you that I felt someone in the house when I was sleeping..."

Oh, Yang Ruoqing suddenly realized and remembered everything.

That time, Mrs. Tan was so angry because of the old Wang family that she lay in bed for several days without eating or drinking. Everyone was a little worried when they saw her look like they couldn't survive.

At that time, little old Yangtou, who was very strange and confused, suggested that everyone go to Taoist Yuan and ask.

The old man said that he felt an unlucky atmosphere in the room, and he was afraid that Tan's body was weak and his soul would not return to the body.

Go ask Taoist Yuan and find a way to break it.

Of course, Yang Ruoqing has always been skeptical about these.

Just like what happened with the eldest grandson of the old Wang family, she always insisted that if she wasn't feeling well, she should see a doctor and take medicine.

Unless it was really that matter and the medicine was ineffective, she would consider going to Yuan Daochang to find a solution.

After little old Yangtou said that, Sun and the others quickly went to the Taoist temple.

After returning home, everyone was very relaxed, because the fortune teller Yuan Taoist gave to Tan showed that everything was normal for the old lady and there would be no disasters in the near future.

By the way, I also pinched Lao Yang's head, and Lao Yang's head was also stable.

Yuan Daochang's words gave Lao Yang's family a reassurance, but Tan suddenly recovered after a day or two and resumed his diet.

Look at him now, jumping up and down, not to mention how energetic he is.

Therefore, regarding the matter that little old Yangtou said at the beginning, everyone initially treated it as a topic for after-dinner conversation. Later, other things came out and distracted attention, and the matter gradually faded away.

But now that little old Yangtou mentioned it again in front of Yang Ruoqing, Yang Ruoqing remembered it again.

"Don't worry, little grandpa, Taoist priest Yuan said that my grandma's body and bones are very strong, and the hexagrams show that she is pretty good."

"Oh, that's good, that's good." Little old Yang nodded thoughtfully, as if his hanging heart was slowly letting go.

Yang Ruoqing knew that little old Yangtou couldn't ask this matter for no reason, after all, it had been so long.

"Little grandpa, are you hiding something from me?" she asked again.

Little old Yang shook his head, "No, no!"

"Little grandpa, don't hide it from me. You're lying. It's all written on your face!" Yang Ruoqing said with a smile again.

"Is there any?" Little old Yang raised his head and wiped his face.

This action made Yang Ruoqing laugh, "If you don't believe me, just ask Tang Yazi."

Little old Yangtou really looked at Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang smiled honestly and said: "Little grandpa, if you have any questions, just tell me so that Qing'er won't worry."

Yang Ruoqing nodded seriously, "Little grandpa, I promise not to tell anyone outside. It will come out of your mouth and into my ears."

Little old Yangtou thought for a moment, put down his chopsticks, and said, "Last night when I was asleep, there seemed to be another person in the room."

"The person was standing outside my tent at first. Later, I don't remember if I asked it who it was, but it moved to the end of my bed and stood there again."

"At the end, it was still walking around the house, rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and it made my head hurt."

"I thought it was a thief at the time, but I couldn't get up but couldn't get up. When I woke up in the morning, I thought about it and broke into a cold sweat. I immediately went to check the door bolts and windows."

"Everything is in good condition. There are no signs of prying open at all. Do you think this is strange?"

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang exchanged glances.

Without saying a word, Luo Fengtang got up and went to the house where little old Yangtou slept to check again whether the doors and windows had been tampered with.

Yang Ruoqing stayed in the main room and continued to ask little old Yangtou: "Little grandpa, have you clearly seen what kind of clothes the other person is wearing, his body shape, facial features, etc.?"

Little old Yang shook his head as he thought about it, "There was no light in the room, so the light from outside came in, so I couldn't see carefully."

"However, judging by his body shape, he should be a man. He is of medium build, somewhat old, and has a slight hunchback."
Chapter completed!