"The cock crows before it leaves? My dear mother, it seems she is not a living creature!"

Lao Yang has lingering fears. He has heard many rumors about this since he was a child. They all say that there are yin and yang in the world, and the day is yang and the night is yin.

Yin and Yang alternate and do not interfere with each other.

And those people and things that live between Yin and Yang naturally do not interfere with each other.

The crowing of the rooster is an agreed line, and no one is allowed to cross it.

"Could it be that the ghost kid stole the things that were lost in our village a few days ago?" Yang Huaming suddenly asked such a question.

Yang Huamei said: "There's no need to ask. It's probably true. Children can't tell what's valuable and what's not. They must only focus on eating."

Yang Yongzhi, who had not spoken for a long time, also raised his own question: "Since the ghost child has no concept of money, why did he leave a piece of paper money when he robbed Heifeng's house?"

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, racked her brains and thought, "I understand."

All eyes were on her.

"What do you know? Tell me quickly." Yang Huaming urged.

Yang Huamei said: "Because Heifeng's house is a grocery store, a place where things are bought and sold. Maybe when that ghost kid was alive, his parents taught him to go to those places to get money!"

The mouth corners of everyone in the room twitched.

Yang Yongqing even shook his shoulders with joy, "According to what you say, aunt, he is still a very well-educated kid, right?"

Yang Huamei's face turned red, "Don't believe me, maybe I'm really right!"

Yang Yongqing shook his head, he definitely didn't believe it.

Yang Huazhong pushed open the door of the west room and looked around.

He didn't say much.

Others keep talking, but they sit at the table.

Yang Huazhong didn't say much, but what kept him moving were his feet, hands, and eyes.

He was the only one in the room who was really looking back and forth, inspecting, and thinking.

"Lao San, do you have anything to say?"

Yang Huazhong paused his inspection and turned to look at everyone, "No matter what that thing is outside, I'm thinking that if it's coming for the leftover braised pork that Mom and Meier ate, then its target should be in the kitchen.

Why are you focusing on this sleeping room?"

After Yang Huazhong raised this question, everyone started thinking about it.

Yang Huamei was the first to think of something, and her face suddenly turned pale, "Could it be that you want to steal the baby? Oh my God!"

She couldn't sit still anymore, so she jumped up from the stool and was about to rush into the west room, but was grabbed by Mrs. Tan.

"Meier, you're just worried. It's not for your baby, it's for the braised pork."

"Mom, you don't understand. If it's braised pork, why doesn't it go to the kitchen?"

Mrs. Tan opened her mouth but stopped talking.

"Mom, what do you want to say?"

"I didn't want to say anything."

"No, you look like this and you are hiding something from me."

Mrs. Tan took back her hand, raised her face and looked away: "I'm really not hiding anything."

Old Yang shook his head, "Meier, don't ask, your mother probably hid the braised pork in the house."

"What?" Yang Huamei's eyes widened.

Then he went to see Mrs. Tan: "Mom, did you really put the braised pork in the house? No wonder I always smelled a smell when I went to bed last night. I thought it was the smell from the meal that hadn't dissipated!"

Mrs. Tan grinned at Yang Huamei.

Then, he turned around and glared at Old Yangtou, saying fiercely: "You are the only one who knows everything, you are the only one who knows everything, you stinky old guy!"

Old Yangtou said: "I can't be patient and I can't show off. I understand you."

"As soon as you lift your butt, I know what you're going to do!"

Mrs. Tan's face turned green, and she subconsciously grabbed the tea bowl on the table and hit Old Yang on the head, but her hand was empty, and then she realized that there was no tea bowl on the table at all.

As soon as she slapped the table, the back of her hand was held down by Yang Huamei.

"Mom, why are you hiding everything from me? You always go against my will. Yesterday, I told you repeatedly not to put the leftover meat in the house. Firstly, it tastes bad, and secondly, it's easier.

You will attract thieves and bring us hidden dangers."

"Isn't it just a bowl of meat? If you put it in the kitchen, even if it gets stolen, it's just a bowl of meat."

"You had to use it as bait to attract the thieves. We were all worried and scared all night. Why didn't you listen to my advice? Why did you just go your own way? Are you going to piss me off to death?"

As Yang Huamei talked about it, she became angrier and angrier, with tears in her eyes.

Mrs. Tan became anxious when she saw her old daughter's appearance. She quickly got up from the stool and stood helplessly in front of Yang Huamei.

I wanted to pass a handkerchief to the old girl, but as soon as I took it out, the old girl slapped it away.

Mrs. Tan became more and more anxious. She had never bowed her head to admit her mistakes in her life, and she had no arrogance at all in front of her old daughter.

"It's your fault. Mom didn't listen to you. Mom promises that this is the last time. Can you please stop being angry? It's not worth getting so angry. Your body is yours..." the old lady kept saying.

Apologizing, I shook my head and wanted to pass the handkerchief over again.

Yang Huamei looked at Tan angrily, "Where is the meat?"

"Ah? You want to eat?"

"I said, where did you hide the meat in the house?" Yang Huamei asked again, raising her voice.

Mrs. Tan came to her senses and said, "I'll get it, I'll get it!"

She kicked her little feet and rushed into the west room like a gust of wind. Others followed her. Even Lao Yang, who was unable to move, pushed his wheelchair towards the door of the west room and stretched his neck to look inside.

I saw Mrs. Tan running straight to the big bed where she was sleeping, kicking off her shoes, kneeling down, her knees falling on her shoes, and her body completely lying on the ground.

His right arm reached under the bed, and after groping for a while, he pulled out a basket covered in spider silk, with a black handkerchief covering the basket.

Mrs. Tan wiped off the spider silk outside, uncovered the veil, took out a black pottery bowl with both hands, then carefully brought it to the main room and placed it on the table.

After being refrigerated overnight, the braised pork was covered with a thick layer of white lard.

It was placed on the table and gave off a fishy smell of cold lard. Everyone's stomachs were still empty in the morning, so when they suddenly smelled this smell... they almost vomited it out.

"Mom, you are really good at hiding things. You can hide this thing under the bed without fear of attracting mice!" Yang Yongqing tilted his head and his shoulders shook.

For a person like him who loves meat, this bowl of meat can't even whet his appetite.

Ms. Tan was too lazy to talk to Yang Yongqing. In her heart, the eldest grandson with crooked eyes and slanted mouth was the most unpleasant to talk to. She could just treat him like a dog barking.

At the moment, the old lady's focus is still on her old daughter Yang Huamei. She picked up the bowl and faced Yang Huamei with a flattering smile: "Meier, the meat is out, do you want to eat it? If you want to eat it, I will go and give it to you.

hot……"

After he had finished speaking, his hands were empty. Yang Huamei snatched the bowl of meat and walked straight to the door, throwing the bowl and vegetables on the ground.
Chapter completed!