After eating another slice of orange, which was very sweet, she went to the bathroom to wash up.

Before she finished washing, Mrs. Liu came looking for her in a hurry.

"Qing'er, are you sleeping?"

"Even if I'm sleeping, I'm still woken up by you."

Yang Ruoqing walked out of the bathroom slowly, intertwined her hands and rubbed them gently rhythmically, and teased Madam Liu.

Mrs. Liu rushed to Yang Ruoqing like a gust of wind, and suddenly inhaled a few times with her nose, "It smells so good, Qing'er, what are you putting on your hand?"

"Hand cream, it smells like camellia." Yang Ruoqing said.

"Tsk, tsk, you're living a really fine life, why do I feel like I'm just a fake woman?" Mrs. Liu stretched out her rough, dark-yellow hands, and her long fingernails were filled with black mud.

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Fourth Aunt can go into the bathroom and take off her clothes to check whether she is a woman or a man. Anyway, Tang Yazi is not here."

Mrs. Liu blushed and glared at Yang Ruoqing, "You have given birth to several babies, and you still need to take off your clothes for a checkup? What a perfect woman!"

Yang Ruoqing walked towards the table and asked Ms. Liu: "Fourth Aunt, why are you so anxious to come to me?"

Mrs. Liu followed closely, "Of course, and it's very exciting!"

"Oh? Tell me."

"Yongsong and Yongbai were quarreling. If your fourth and fifth uncles hadn't arrived in time, they would have almost beaten you!"

"Ah? Conflicts collided so quickly? What is the situation now?"

"Your fifth uncle brought Yongbai back to your father's house, while your father and fourth uncle stayed with Yongsong to mediate."

…

Yang Ruoqing said hello to Wang Cuilian and came to her parents' house next door with Ms. Liu.

At this time, the sun had set and the sky was dim. There were farmers carrying farm tools and leading old oxen across the road in front of the door.

Compared with the docile old cow, the calf next to it seems much more lively and lively.

"A mother's child is like a treasure. Look, these calves are the same. How happy they are!"

Seeing this scene in front of her, Ms. Liu suddenly felt inspired.

"Then Yongsong's conflict was about Yongbai living in that house. If your second uncle and second mother were still alive, Yongbai would come back and serve you with hot tea and rice. As for this? Hey!"

Wow, I have never talked about Yang Hualin and Mrs. Yang, the late second brother and second sister-in-law, who had no good relationship at all, but Mrs. Liu actually lamented for the first time.

Yang Ruoqing nodded gently. When my mother was alive, even if her hair was gray, she still felt like a baby.

When Yang Ruoqing and Mrs. Liu arrived at Yang Huazhong's main hall, they found that Old Yang Tou and Yang Huaming had also returned.

In addition, none of the brothers Yang Yongjin, Yang Yongzhi and Yang Yongqing were left behind, but Yang Huazhong once again asked Xiao An to move him and his rocking chair to the main room.

Except for Sun and Xiao An, mother and son, who had been standing by Yang Huazhong's rocking chair and worried every time they looked at his injured leg, everyone else's attention fell on Yang Yongbai.

Especially Lao Yangtou, he called Yang Yongbai in front of him, held Yang Yongbai's arm tightly with both hands, and looked at his grandson up and down.

"Did I hit you? Are you injured?" the old man asked.

Yang Yongbai's eyes were bloodshot, which seemed to be caused by rising anger, but his face was unusually pale.

The collar of the bodice was wrinkled, and one button was torn off.

Apparently, he and Yang Yongsong had an argument over there before, and there was also a physical collision.

Yang Yongbai was not used to being held in the palm of the hand like this by Old Yang and asked about his injuries. It was like playing in the mud with other friends when he was a child. He went home crying and complained to his parents.

That is unpromising behavior, and only incompetent people do that.

"I'm fine, I didn't start a fight." Yang Yongbai broke away from Lao Yangtou's hand and took several steps back.

Yang Huaming said: "I just pulled and pulled a few times, I saw it, and it really didn't start a fight."

Old Yangtou felt a little relieved.

At this time, Mrs. Tan was sitting next to her with a livid face and started cursing: "What's going on with Yongsong and his wife? Why did the two of them work together to bully Yongbai? If you really want to play the trick of bullying the minority, we can do it."

Let’s talk about the ugly things from the front!”

More than people?

The most indispensable thing in Lao Yang's family is men. One of them can drown Yang Yongsong with just a drop of spit.

"Mistress, this matter is over, don't mention it again." Yang Yongbai turned his back to Mrs. Tan and said in a low voice.

Mrs. Tan raised her voice: "Why can't you mention it? We are doing it for your own good, because we feel sorry for you being bullied..."

Yang Yongbai frowned: "I know you are all doing this for my own good, but it's not a big deal. Let's just leave it at that. I'll go back first."

His arm was grabbed by Lao Yangtou: "Where are you going back?"

Yang Yongbai said: "I will go back to my old house to sleep in the house where my parents used to live."

No matter how dilapidated your house is, it is still your house. Sleeping in it will make you feel at ease, and you will not be pointed at and scolded by the owner of the house like today.

"You said before that you wanted to live in your grandfather's house, but you haven't tidied up the house. How can you live there?" the old man asked again.

Yang Yongbai laughed self-deprecatingly: "No need to clean it up, it's not like I haven't slept on the street or in the toilet."

During the days when the loan sharks were chasing him closely, he hid here and there by himself, sleeping wherever he could.

Old Yangtou seemed to have guessed that, and his face became even darker.

"I don't care how you live outside. Now that you're home, there's a place for you to sleep."

"Let's do it this way. You go to my house tonight to lay a floor, and then go back and tidy up your second bedroom in the daytime tomorrow."

"Master, there's really no need..."

"That's it!" Old Yangtou's voice suddenly became hard, and anger rushed up from his hair.

The old man felt a little sorry. He always felt that he, as a grandfather, had some responsibility for his grandson being kicked out like this.

"Xingkui, please take Yongbai back to the house to lay the floor first."

Lao Yangtou handed Yang Yongbai over to Yu Xingkui, and used the pressure of his elders to force Yang Yongbai to compromise.

When Yang Yongbai left the main room, there was a discussion in the main room.

Among them, the most proactive one was Mr. Liu. Ms. Liu was walking among several parties involved at the time and was asking in detail about the situation at that time.

Yang Huaming said vividly: "No one knows this matter as well as me, because I was the first to arrive."

Mrs. Liu immediately corrected him: "If I hadn't called you back and asked you to go over and have a look, how could you have been so lucky?"

Yang Huaming was stunned for a moment and nodded repeatedly, "That's true."

On the side, Yang Huazhong and others also began to ask Yang Huaming what was going on. When they got the news, the two cousins ​​over there were already quarreling.

Later, Yang Yongbai was dragged back, and it was inconvenient to ask questions in front of Yongbai.

When Yang Huaming was about to speak, Old Yangtou suddenly interrupted him: "Go and close the door of the hall first. Yongbai heard these words, which made him feel troubled."
Chapter completed!