Old Yang raised his hand to stop what Yang Yongbai was saying. The old man's tone was unusually firm: "No matter how much money you spend, it can't be compared with our family's flesh and blood. Children are priceless treasures!"

"As for the money you owe your uncles, you can pay it back slowly after you get the children back."

"We are all members of our own family. We have broken bones and tendons. If we don't help you at this time, who will help you?"

The corners of Yang Yongbai's eyes were red and he was a little choked.

Lao Yang patted his shoulder and said, "Okay, get up first. It doesn't matter if you go the wrong way. It's important to remember to turn back in time."

Yang Yongbai squatted on the ground for too long, and when he got up, his legs were weak and dizzy. Fortunately, Yu Xingkui next to him had quick eyesight and quickly came up to support him.

"Thank you."

Yang Yongbai whispered to Yu Xingkui.

Yu Xingkui smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Lao Yangtou looked around the yard and found that it had been tidied up. All the messy things from the funeral two days ago had been sorted and placed in the corner.

"This yard... was taken care of by you?" he asked Yang Yongbai.

Yang Yongbai nodded, "I couldn't sleep last night. I remembered how good Mr. Ga was to me, so I got up and tidied everything inside and outside the house."

Old Yangtou's face was full of surprise. After half a meal, the surprise in his eyes gradually turned into relief.

"Okay, okay, it's not in vain for your grandpa to love you so much."

"Okay, now that everything has been arranged, don't be stuck here and put the things back in the house!" the old man ordered again.

Yang Yongbai nodded, turned around and took out the key from under the lintel, opened the door to the main room, came over to replace Yu Xingkui, and personally pushed Old Yang's head into the main room.

After wandering around the main room and the side room next door where little Lao Yang had slept, Old Yangtou nodded secretly.

He turned to Yang Yongbai who was standing behind him and said: "It was a mess before. Everyone was exhausted and didn't bother to clean it up."

"Yongsong and Yanping ran back to their parents' home after the funeral. It's really outrageous!"

"It's good that you come back and tidy up this house a little bit like it used to be. It's a pity that the bed is empty and your grandpa...is no longer here."

The old man turned away and raised his rough big palm to wipe the moisture from the corners of his eyes.

"Master, please stop crying." Yang Yongbai didn't know how to comfort him.

"I will live here during this period. Even if Grandpa is gone, I will stay here to warm the house." Yang Yongbai added.

"I live here, and when I come here to visit, I can come in and have a cup of tea as before."

When Old Yangtou heard this, a happy smile finally appeared on his face.

He grabbed Yang Yongbai's hand and patted it hard, "Okay, okay!"

The words of the two men reached the ears of Yu Xingkui next to him, but he hesitated to speak.

But both of them were immersed in the atmosphere of touching each other and themselves, and neither of them noticed Yu Xingkui's strange appearance.

Yu Xingkui hesitated for a moment, but finally swallowed his words and told Old Uncle Yang later when he found the opportunity. He couldn't bear to break this good atmosphere right now.

Leaving Yang Yongbai in the yard, Old Yangtou let Yu Xingkui push him away.

But the old man did not go back to Yang Huazhong's house directly, but asked Yu Xingkui to take a detour to Lao Jiang's house.

"I have to go see how Old Ginger is doing. Hey, at my age, there are only one less old man who can talk!"

On the way to visit Lao Jiangtou, Lao Yangtou and Yu Xingkui sighed.

Yu Xingkui smiled and said: "Old Uncle Yang, what are you talking about? You are so talkative, you can talk to anyone."

Old Yang waved his hand: "It's not the same thing."

Yu Xingkui was confused.

Old Yangtou continued: "When we are at this age, we like to be nostalgic and always want to find someone to talk to about the past when we were young."

"It's hard to talk to people your age because you've only heard about it and haven't personally participated in those things."

"My brother, there is Lao Jiangtou, and there used to be Lao Chentou..."

Yu Xingkui listened with a smile and gently echoed a few words from time to time.

Old Yangtou said, "Look, when I tell you this, you can only agree with me. I can find my old friends and we can have a heated discussion. This is the difference. Do you understand now?"

Yu Xingkui smiled helplessly, "I understand, it's because I'm superficial, so I'll walk faster and see you off to meet Uncle Jiang as soon as possible."

Jiang Da and his wife were building a chicken coop in the yard. When they heard about Lao Yangtou's visit, Jiang Da quickly came over and accompanied Lao Yangtou into the house.

Lao Yangtou asked Jiang Da: "How has your father's illness been these days?"

Jiang Da, who looked honest and honest, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Thank you for still thinking about me. Thanks to your blessing, my father ate the red ginseng you sent to me, Old Uncle Yang, and his energy improved a lot. He has eaten enough in the past two days."

It is also gradually recovering.”

A heartfelt smile appeared on Lao Yangtou's face, "That's good, that's good!"

While they were talking, several people entered Lao Jiangtou's house. The house was filled with a strong smell of medicine and a smell unique to the elderly.

The smell is called "coffin board smell" as a curse word from farmers, mixed with the smell of aging and decay.

Unlike the nai fragrance of a child or the delicate fragrance of a girl, the smell emitted by the body of each age group is different.

There used to be that smell on Old Yangtou's body and in his house, but that happened when the old man lived in the small house at the entrance of the village.

Later, he moved to Yang Huazhong's house, and Sun took care of everything. The house was kept clean and tidy, and the old man's clothes were washed with soap from inside to outside.

Yang Huazhong and Yu Xingkui often worked together to give the old man a big bath, so although the old man was old, he was very energetic.

Among the group of old men and women in the village who are over sixty years old, Old Yangtou can be said to be a "little fresh".

Therefore, when Old Yangtou, who was used to living a comfortable life, entered Old Jiangtou's house, he was hit by the strange smell and frowned.

"Jiang Da, you are the eldest son, so you must serve your father more diligently!"

Old Yangtou immediately lowered his face and warned Jiang Da.

Jiang Da was also embarrassed for a moment, rubbed his hands and said: "I usually tidy up properly, but I have been busy these days, so I have neglected it. I will tidy up later."

Old Yangtou let Jiang Da go for the time being and came to Old Jiangtou's bedside.

Old Jiangtou was still sleeping. When he heard the movement, he opened his eyes in a daze and saw that it was Old Yangtou. Old Jiangtou was so happy that he sat up on the bed board.

Jiang Da quickly picked up a crumpled old dress piled at the foot of the bed and covered it with Old Jiang Tou.

The clothes also had a strange smell, and there was still some dirt left on them.

Lao Jiangtou didn't feel anything, and ordered Jiang Da to make tea for Lao Yangtou and Yu Xingkui quickly.
Chapter completed!