Changping Village.

In such a tense atmosphere, Yang Huamei kept holding it in, holding it in, holding it in...

Finally, I fell asleep.

When she woke up again, it was already dawn and her eldest grandson was still sleeping next to her, but the diaper under her body had been changed.

Apparently, Mrs. Tan changed the child while Yang Huamei was sleeping.

However, Mrs. Tan herself was not in the house.

Memories of last night quickly flooded into her mind. Yang Huamei's first reaction was to rush out of bed and go to the window, push open the window with a bang and stick her head out to look out the window.

Last night, it was like a mysterious world outside the window. My mother didn't know why, but she was not allowed to see it.

But she herself was guarding the window with scissors and didn't say anything when asked. It really made Yang Huamei nervous, scared, exciting and novel.

Now that it's dawn, she wants to see what's going on, enjoy it, and see it clearly!

However, there was nothing outside the window.

That’s not right, there is still something.

It was a bunch of wood tied with straw ropes.

These pieces of wood are discarded pieces of wood left over from making furniture for a new house a while ago. It would be a pity to throw them away.

So my father-in-law, Wang Hongquan, collected them together, tied them with straw ropes, and placed them under the eaves, windows, and walls...

It just needs to be dried and used to make fires in winter.

Yang Huamei looked at other places in the yard and saw nothing strange.

What was Mom looking at last night? It seems like I really have to wait until Mom comes back and ask her in person.

But the question is, where was my mother this early in the morning?

Just when Yang Huamei was puzzled, the courtyard door was pushed open and Mrs. Tan came back.

Moreover, there were several people behind him, including Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming, Yang Yongzhi, Yang Yongqing, and even Yang Yongzhi pushing Lao Yang's head.

Standing by the window, Yang Huamei was stunned when she saw so many young and old men from her parents' family arriving in a swarm.

What day is it today? What is mom doing? Why did you call everyone here?

So Yang Huamei hurriedly came to the main room, "What day is it today? Dad, brothers, why are you all here?"

Yang Huazhong nodded towards Yang Huamei, his expression a little solemn.

Yang Huaming grinned, his expression unchanged.

Yang Yongzhi also looked solemn, while Yang Yongqing said with a playful smile: "Auntie, we are ready with good wine and meat. Now we are here to help your family catch ghosts!"

Catching ghosts?

Yang Huamei's expression changed and she became more and more confused.

At this time, Old Yang, who was sitting in the wheelchair, coughed heavily. He turned his head and glared at Yang Yongqing: "You are the only one who talks a lot. There is a god three feet above your head. Children, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense!"

From a kid’s house?

Yang Yongqing was happy and pointed to his nose: "I am already in my thirties, which means hundreds of months. Have you ever seen a child who is hundreds of months old?"

Old Yangtou blushed and said, "Okay, okay, how long have you been talking nonsense? We are talking seriously here, so you can go and have a rest."

Yang Yongqing still laughed and simply sat aside.

Because of his gags, the overall atmosphere became less tense and scary, and even made Yang Huamei feel lively.

"Dad, brothers, please sit down quickly. I'm afraid there's no hot water for you to make tea this morning. Do you want to drink the water from the night before? If not, I'll go to the kitchen to make tea." Yang Huamei started to greet you again.

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Yang Huazhong waved his hand: "No need to work too hard. Sit down and we have important matters to discuss."

"Ah? Oh, okay." Yang Huamei sat down.

Yang Huazhong asked her again: "Is the child awake? Do you want to go and see?"

Yang Huamei smiled and said, "I just saw it. I'm sleeping well, so there's no need to look at it."

Yang Huazhong nodded, and then said to Yang Huamei: "This morning, it was my mother who went from door to door to wake us up. She told us that something happened in your yard last night, and she asked us to come over to help discuss it and see what happens.

What's going on?"

"Something happened in my yard? What happened?" Monk Yang Huamei was confused.

"Mom said there was a ghost last night!" Yang Huazhong said again.

Haunted?

Yang Huamei was so shocked that she almost jumped up from her stool.

She looked at Mrs. Tan, who was sitting at the corner of the table.

Perhaps it was because she hadn't slept a wink all night. Although the old lady's hair was still neatly combed and she even applied hair oil, her face was ugly, sallow and her eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes.

Her lips seemed to have peeled off a circle of skin due to dryness. When Yang Huamei's questioning eyes fell on her, Mrs. Tan raised her head and smiled worriedly at Yang Huamei.

"I didn't dare tell you last night for fear of scaring you." The old lady's voice was slightly hoarse, like she was scratching the bottom of a pot with an iron spoon.

Yang Huamei shook her head to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling.

"Mom, please stop being so pretentious. What happened last night? If you do what you did last night again, I will really get angry!"

Yang Huamei didn't just say it casually, nor did she mean to scare Mr. Tan.

This is Lao Wang's house, her home.

What happened in her home has been kept in the dark by her mistress? What does this mean?

Seeing that Yang Huamei was really angry, Mrs. Tan became anxious and quickly explained: "Meier, Meier, don't be upset. Mom didn't mean to hide it from you. We were just the two of us last night, and there was no man around."

Be brave, I'm worried that if I tell you, I'll scare you in the middle of the night."

"Then why didn't you say anything this morning?" Yang Huamei didn't accept Tan's explanation.

Mrs. Tan smiled helplessly: "You were asleep at that moment. My mother couldn't bear to wake you up, so she quietly went out to find your father and your brothers to discuss it."

Yang Huamei: "..."

Come on, I can't even express my anger even if I want to.

"Mom, then stop beating around the bush and tell me exactly what happened last night!" Yang Huamei also softened her tone and said.

Mrs. Tan nodded, glanced at the other people at the table, and recounted what happened last night carefully and again:

"There are always thieves in the village these days, and some people say it's ghost thieves. It makes people panic. I'm also in a state of anxiety. Everything I eat doesn't taste good, what I drink doesn't make me happy, and I can't sleep.

Be practical..."

Old Yangtou patted the table impatiently and interrupted Tan: "Okay, okay, let's get straight to the point. Why are you talking about so much nonsense? Do you think you are holding a meeting under the old maple tree at the end of the village?

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Tan's words stopped abruptly, her face turned a little red, and she glared at Old Yang Angrily, "You don't care, I said what I said, and I didn't ask you to listen!"

Old Yang's two gray brows knitted together, and the goat's beard beside his mouth trembled angrily.
Chapter completed!