Yang Huasheng muttered silently: "Uncle, I'm afraid of poverty. I want to get some money from you. Don't you think it's weird..."

He stretched out his hand and put it on little old Yangtou's arm.

Suddenly, the arm suddenly moved and grabbed Yang Huasheng's wrist with his backhand.

"ah!"

Yang Huasheng screamed and ran out. The other hand of "Little Old Yangtou" behind him put his hand on his shoulder and forcibly pulled him back.

"You're cheating! Help!"

In an instant, the lights in the room suddenly lit up like daylight. Yu Xingkui pushed Lao Yangtou, Luo Blacksmith, Lao Suntou, Daniu, Wang Hongtao, Yang Huaming, and Yang Yongjin into the house.

Seeing so many people coming at once, Yang Huasheng felt as if he had found a savior. While struggling with the big iron-like hand on his shoulder, he asked everyone for help.

"Save me, save me, my uncle is committing suicide!"

However, everyone still made no move, and all kinds of complicated eyes were intertwined on him. What he felt most clearly was shock, anger, and full of contempt and condemnation.

"Hua Sheng, Hua Sheng, it turns out you are such a beast!"

Old Yang beat the armrest of his wheelchair hard and gritted his teeth.

Yang Huaming was also full of anger and pointed at Yang Huasheng: "You are a bitch and you don't deserve the surname Yang!"

Others also shook their heads, and little old Yangtou's grandson even rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward, knocking Yang Huasheng to the ground with a fist.

"If I tell you to steal my master's coffin book, I'll beat you to death!"

The young man became angry and rushed forward, punching and kicking Yang Huasheng again.

Yang Huasheng's mother-in-law and son Yang Yongbing rushed over. Seeing this, the mother-in-law stamped her feet anxiously and shouted: "What kind of justice is it for a nephew to beat his uncle?"

The mother-in-law yelled and patted Yang Yongbing on the back, hoping that he would hurry up and rescue Yang Huasheng.

However, when Yang Yongbing saw this, he immediately thought that the plan must have been exposed.

He subconsciously stepped back and did not dare to step forward at all.

His behavior angered his mother, who slapped him in the face and rushed forward to block Yang Huasheng, crying.

"If you want to beat me, beat me to death first. There is no royal law or heavenly justice for a nephew to beat his uncle..."

Upon seeing this, Lao Yangtou quickly ordered others to pull them away.

In fact, even if Old Yangtou didn't give orders, Blacksmith Luo and Wang Hongtao would have already stepped forward.

After the two sides pulled away, Yong Bingniang still protected Yang Huasheng with her body, crying and scolding the people in the room, "...you are bullying others with your power. My uncle passed away and our whole family rushed in to help. What, you old Yang?"

The family is so powerful that you can’t stand us poor families? Then don’t interact with each other in the future. Why would you do such a cruel thing to my Huasheng family?”

The woman was crying and cursing so loudly that the neighbors nearby came to watch the fun.

Ms. Liu was also in the crowd, and when she saw this, she was about to come out to retaliate, when Yang Ruoqing pulled her with her big belly.

On today's stage, she, Yang Ruoqing, had to stand in the C position, and she also got the female pig's foot script.

"Auntie, if you want to cry and scold me, I won't stop you. Please take a moment to catch your breath and let me say something before you continue."

Yang Ruoqing came to Yong Bingniang with her big belly in hand, her face was calm and her tone was very calm, which was very inconsistent with the tense atmosphere in the room.

But there was another kind of momentum, which made Yong Bingniang subconsciously close her mouth, stop crying and cursing, and looked at Yang Ruoqing blankly.

Yang Ruoqing pointed at Yang Huasheng, who was hiding behind the woman, and said word for word: "He worked hard to arrange the funeral arrangements for my little grandfather. Originally, I was very grateful to him, but he had dirty intentions."

"Just before, he sneaked into this room on his own under the pretext of burning incense for me, but he rummaged through the cabinets and tried to put my little grandpa's coffin into his arms before everyone else packed up the belongings."

Yong Bingniang's eyes widened and she turned to look at her man.

"Is this happening?"

Yang Huasheng waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, girl Qing is just talking nonsense!"

The woman turned her head and shouted sternly to Yang Ruoqing: "Don't frame me and frame me for trouble. My Huasheng is not that kind of person!"

Yang Ruoqing did not argue with the woman, but continued calmly, "He rummaged through the boxes and cabinets but couldn't find a penny, so he targeted my little grandfather's body."

"But he never expected that my little grandpa would suddenly move. He was already feeling guilty, so he was so frightened that he became so cowardly!"

"No, I didn't. Which of your eyes saw me flipping over this and that? You are framing me, you are slandering people, you are talking nonsense!" Yang Huasheng hid behind his mother-in-law and retorted loudly, but he never dared to raise his head.

I didn't dare to look over the bed.

Yang Ruoqing sneered, "I'm not the only one who saw it, I have witnesses!"

She clapped her hands and shouted towards the bed: "Okay, little brother, it's curtain call."

As she finished speaking, the white cloth on the bed was lifted, and Yang Yongqing jumped down from it. When he saw the frightened Yang Huasheng huddled behind the woman, Yang Yongqing deliberately made a face.

"Uncle Huasheng, didn't you pee your pants? Hahaha..."

Yang Huasheng raised his head, looked at Yang Yongqing, then looked at the empty bed and the opened white cloth, and was stunned.

It turned out that the body lying on the bed was not my uncle's body, but Yang Yongqing!

No wonder he thought why his uncle still grew taller after he died?

It's no wonder that I was too guilty, panicked, and the room was dimly lit, so I fell into their trap!

"Go, go, it turns out that you are just pretending to be a ghost, and you just don't do anything!"

Yang Huasheng bit the bullet and responded to Yang Yongqing.

He stood up from the ground, not even bothering to pull the woman who was standing in front of him before. He leaned in front of Lao Yang and explained anxiously: "Uncle, it's not what they said. I'm not that kind of person."

"I really came to this house to burn incense for my uncle..."

Old Yangtou interrupted Yang Huasheng's words and stared sternly into the other person's eyes: "Burn incense, just burn incense. Why are you going to touch your brother-in-law? Don't you want to go through his pockets?"

Yang Huasheng rolled his eyes and said, "I, I'm afraid..."

"You're afraid that my little grandpa will get cold under the quilt, aren't you?" Yang Yongqing shrugged his shoulders and smiled narrowly.

Yang Huasheng was about to nod subconsciously, but suddenly realized something and shook his head like a rattle.

"Why are you rummaging through boxes and cabinets?" Lao Yangtou asked next.

Yang Huasheng shook his head again, "I really didn't rummage through the box."

"I've seen it all." Yang Yongqing patted his chest, "I am the witness that Qing'er said. Uncle Hua Sheng, don't even think about making excuses!"

Yang Huasheng stared and stamped his feet, "What you saw is true? Who would believe what you say about your character? If you are an upright person, why do you turn a blind eye to your daughter's mother, Mrs. Mo?"

"No one will believe you as a witness!"

"Uncle Huasheng, you really won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Do you really want me to turn your old face upside down?"
Chapter completed!