Changping Village.

After Xiaohei took the medicine prescribed by Wangsheng last night, although his diarrhea was not completely cured immediately, compared with the frequency of ten times of diarrhea before, he only got up three or five times throughout the night, which is considered an effect.

It's obvious.

Because he couldn't sleep well after getting up so many times during the night, he was still sleeping soundly after dawn in the morning.

Although Yang Huamei lives in the west room, her heart is not in this room, it is all with Xiao Hei.

So she didn't sleep well at night. She woke up at dawn, stood beside the bed with her coat on, and looked in the direction of the small dark room, lost in thought.

Mr. Tan didn't sleep well last night either.

But when she heard Yang Huamei's movements in the morning, the old lady also rubbed her eyes and sat up with disheveled hair.

"Meier, why don't you sleep a little longer? You just stand there blowing the cold wind so early in the morning. Are you not afraid of getting sick?"

Hearing Mrs. Tan's question behind her, Yang Huamei turned around and looked at her. At this time, the light in the room was dim, and half of the curtains were hung down and half were rolled up.

Mr. Tan was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, wearing dirty clothes that were wrinkled by sleep, rubbing her eyes, her gray hair spread out, and her face was so thin that it was only two fingers wide.

The body was hidden in the loose clothes, leaving only a skeleton. It was so thin and haggard that it seemed that it would shrink into a handful of firewood and disappear in the wind anytime and anywhere.

There were dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept all night.

"Mom, did you sleep last night?"

"I'm asleep, why do you ask?"

"Then why are you so haggard? The dark circles under your eyes are so heavy!"

Yang Huamei turned around and sat down by the bed, looking at Mrs. Tan carefully.

Mrs. Tan just opened her mouth and yawned.

I didn't wash up in the morning, kept my mouth closed all night, and didn't drink water to lubricate my stomach when I woke up.

You can imagine how strong the smell was in Tan's yawn.

Yang Huamei almost fainted from the smoke, but was too embarrassed to push Tan away immediately, so she quickly got up and escaped from the heavily polluted circle on the pretext of giving Tan tea.

Mr. Tan has no doubts about him. People with bad breath are often like that. It is difficult for them to smell it, and it is always others who are hurt.

And when she saw Yang Huamei pouring tea for her, Mrs. Tan was very satisfied. She changed her posture and stretched her body and said, "Not to mention, I didn't sleep well last night. Your room stinks, Xiaohei."

That bastard was vomiting and vomiting in this room. I even dreamed of falling into the toilet. I took a scoop of fecal water to wash my face and mouth. How could I sleep well!"

Yang Huamei smiled awkwardly, "Xin Dao Niang, you are always here to dislike your grandson, but you don't know that just when you opened your mouth, your smell was also offensive."

It's just that I'm your daughter, so I can't say it directly and hurt your old heart.

"Mom, drink some tea to moisten your throat, and open the doors and windows during the day to ventilate it. It should slowly dissipate." Yang Huamei added.

Mrs. Tan nodded, took the tea and drank it in a few sips.

After drinking, Mrs. Tan began to go to the ground to dress and freshen up.

When she looked up, she saw that Yang Huamei was also dressed and about to leave the house. Ms. Tan was shocked. She quickly put down her comb and came to stop Yang Huamei: "If you don't go back to bed and lie down, where are you going?"

Yang Huamei smiled and said, "Mom, I've been lying in bed for almost twenty days. It's almost over. I have to go to the kitchen to give Xiao Hei some breakfast."

Mrs. Tan immediately frowned, "Why are you doing this? What does twenty days count? We agreed earlier that we would have to lie down for a month and follow the confinement method."

"Hurry up, come back to me quickly, I'll make breakfast, I don't want you to do anything!"

Yang Huamei had no choice but to be driven back to bed by Mrs. Tan.

However, not long after, someone outside shouted: "Dabai Niang, please go to the entrance of the village quickly. Your Dabai and Hongmei were fighting on the road at the entrance of the village. The baby was left in the car and was so scared that he cried!"

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Hearing this, Yang Huamei almost fell off the bed. Even Mrs. Tan, who was cooking porridge in the kitchen, threw away the spatula in her hand and rushed into the yard.

The old lady was about to jump up and curse the person who shouted, so she disturbed her Meier's sleep with something so early in the morning.

Dabai and Hongmei can just fight if they quarrel, cry if the baby cries, nothing is as important as her old daughter catching up on her sleep.

As a result, the old lady threw away the spatula and ran into the yard. She found that the person who called out had long since disappeared, but Yang Huamei had heard the noise and rushed into the yard without even bothering to put on her coat.

Mrs. Tan rushed up to stop Yang Huamei and stamped her feet anxiously: "What are you doing? The sky is falling and my mother is still here. Go back to the house and lie down quickly. I will go to the village entrance for you to take a look!"

This time, Yang Huamei refused to listen to Tan's words. She pushed away Tan's hand and said loudly: "No, no, no, I have to go there myself. My eldest grandson is scared."

Seeing that she couldn't stop Yang Huamei, Mrs. Tan was so anxious that she stamped her feet on the spot, "Your enemy doesn't even wear thick clothes. Is this because he is deliberately trying to catch a cold!"

But Yang Huamei was so focused on her crying grandson, how could she care about her own body? How could she listen to Tan's words?

"You are seeking death, you are seeking death!"

Mrs. Tan slapped her thighs, turned around and ran back to the west room to find thick clothes for Yang Huamei, and then ran out of the house holding the thick clothes.

Wang Hongquan stayed in Xiao Hei's house all night last night to take care of Xiao Hei. When he heard the commotion, he came out and almost bumped into Mr. Tan.

"My mother-in-law, what's going on? I heard you talking about Dabai Dabai early in the morning. What's going on with Dabai?" Wang Hongquan grabbed Tan and asked urgently.

Mrs. Tan threw away Wang Hongquan's hand and spat hard on Wang Hongquan's face, "You old Wang family are the ones who have a lot of troubles. You won't stop until you torment my daughter to death, right? You don't have anything that saves fuel, bah!"

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Wang Hongquan wiped the sticky disgusting stuff from his face and looked at Tan's running back, feeling so angry that his chest swelled.

To this day, what he regrets most is marrying the old Yang family and marrying Yang Huamei as his wife!

If Yang Huamei hadn't lost his temper, why would his son Shuanzi have died trying to coax his wife into the mountains to pick wild fruits?

Pooh!

He spat and complained, but Wang Hongquan still had to go to the village entrance to see what was going on.

He took a look at Xiao Hei's room. Well, Xiao Hei was sleeping deeply and couldn't wake up. Wang Hongquan also ran out of the yard.

On the main road at the entrance of the village.

A carriage stopped in the middle of the road. On the ground beside the carriage, a man and a woman were wrestling with each other.

The two people were like two dragons emerging from the water, with their legs twisted together, and their hands pulling each other's hair, eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, as if they were trying to pull off one or two of each other's facial features.

Hug each other, rolling around on the ground while beating, one moment you were on top of me and temporarily gained the upper hand, the next moment I counterattacked, pinned you under me and slapped you across the face, you were so slapped that you screamed.
Chapter completed!