What's more, her Moye Sword is a magical weapon and a spiritual sword. It's really unfair to let it break the door.

"One, two, three, hey!"

"One, two, three, hey!"

As Yang Huazhou and the other men exerted their strength together, the big wooden pile banged against the door.

"The door is going to break down, stop it, stop it!"

Madam Huasheng's scream came from the west room.

Yang Huazhong raised his hand, and Yang Huazhou and the others stopped temporarily. They continued to hold the wooden stake in their hands without placing it on the ground.

"Okay, let's stop, you open the door." Yang Huazhong said again.

"Wait, wait!" Mrs. Huasheng said inside, and people came to the door.

But with a crashing sound, the door, which had opened a palm-wide gap, closed again. It was obvious that Mrs. Huasheng had deliberately deceived her to delay the attack, and she added more weight to what was coming to the door.

At this time, the villagers on the other side of the front window laughed and shouted: "Ms. Huasheng is so strong that she dragged the boxes and cabinets to the door!"

"She sat on the door herself!"

Outside the west room door, Yang Huazhong and others couldn't help but have dark thoughts in their heads when they heard the news.

Yang Huazhou was also completely annoyed. He said to Yang Huazhong: "Third brother, you can't care about so much. Let's just hit it. There are so many big men like us who don't believe that we can't break through this door!"

Before Yang Huazhong could say anything, Mrs. Huasheng at the door shouted: "If it crashes, you will have to pay for it!"

Yang Huazhou sneered, "Don't worry, I will compensate you. Even if I compensate you for ten doors, I will break this one open!"

After Yang Huazhou finished speaking, he nodded to the men behind him, who shouted and then banged against the wooden door.

Because there were too many things behind the door, including tables, boxes and cabinets, and a long stick similar to a pole with one end pressed against the door and the other end propped up on the ground at a forty-five-degree angle to the ground.

Anyone who has had this experience knows that this angle is really strong and can make a difference.

After Yang Huasheng's accident, Huasheng's wife lived alone at home. She was worried that any disturbance outside would cause trouble for her, so she learned to hold the door of the house in this way.

I didn't expect that it would come in handy at this moment.

No, Yang Huazhou and several men outside the door were so tired that their foreheads were covered with hot sweat. The door was about to be knocked open several times, but when they took back the wooden stakes, the door closed again like a spring.

Repeatedly, they were exhausted and their patience was exhausted.

"Stop banging on the door, let's go and bang on the window!"

"If this doesn't work, I'll set this house on fire and see if she can get out!"

"Lao Wu, don't say harsh words! You can't risk someone's life just for a few taels of silver!"

Facing Yang Huazhong's scolding, Yang Huazhou couldn't argue, so he could only stand aside angrily and catch his breath.

When Yang Huamao and Huang saw this, they looked troubled. Huang came to the door and started to shout, ready to fight with Madam Huasheng again. If she couldn't get away from her, she might be able to scold her!

"Father, Fifth Uncle, Aunt Huang, you all give in, I'll give it a try."

As this lazy voice sounded from the corner, everyone's eyes focused on Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, do you have any good ideas? There are too many things inside this door, and brute force cannot break it open." Yang Huazhou's eyes lit up, and he came to Yang Ruoqing to share his failure experience.

Yang Ruoqing waved her hand: "I won't knock on the door."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"If you can't knock it open, then split it open." Yang Ruoqing said, turning her wrist, and there was a sword in her hand.

There is a mist of green mist coming out of the sword blade, just like the ice in the middle of winter. When you break open a piece of ice, the cold air coming out from the hole in the ice is like cold air, which makes the cracks in your bones feel cold. Subconsciously, I wanted to stay as far away from Yang Ruoqing and the sword in her hand as possible.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips. She and Mo Xie Jian had the same mind. She deliberately suppressed Mo Xie Jian's momentum.

If she hadn't deliberately suppressed it, but allowed the pressure of Mo Xie Sword to be unleashed wantonly, I'm afraid no one in this room would be able to stand firm.

Yes, in front of a magical weapon that drinks human blood, even masters must be in awe, let alone these unarmed civilians?

Yang Ruoqing came to the door with her sword in hand, raised her hand and waved it twice.

The people behind him saw a flash of white light in front of their eyes, and heard a sound like cracking silk in their ears.

Then, Yang Ruoqing sheathed her sword, turned to Yang Huazhou, tilted her head, and smiled playfully: "Fifth uncle, it's agreed, this door will be charged to your account."

Before Yang Huazhou had time to respond, the door in front of him clicked and fell to the ground in pieces. All that was left was a bare door frame, and tables, cabinets, stools, boxes and cages piled like a hill behind the door frame...

There was also the dumbfounded Madam Huasheng who was sitting astride the cage!

"ah!"

"Ahhh! My door!"

Mrs. Huasheng jumped down from the cage and danced around the room like a dancing god, anxious and panicked.

"Qing'er, this door is in Uncle Wu's account!"

Yang Huazhou responded cheerfully, and then called to the others: "Get started and move things!"

The men swarmed into the west room and started pushing things to the side. Mrs. Huasheng was covered in urine and was jumping and cursing on the floor.

Mrs. Huang rushed in, pushed Mrs. Huasheng away, and went straight to the corner where the urine bucket was.

When Mrs. Huasheng saw this, she rushed forward and hugged Mr. Huang. The two women rolled to the ground and got into a ball.

This is the second time today that Mrs. Huang has had a fight with someone. She had a fierce fight with Ms. Da Zhou at her sister-in-law's house last day. She almost didn't fight at that time. Fortunately, her sister-in-law helped.

Huang is still very confident in his fight with Hua Shengniang now, because Hua Shengniang is a little smaller than him.

Moreover, Hua Shengniang had just fought Yang Huamei today. It was their second time fighting, so they were evenly matched in terms of physical strength.

And because Mrs. Huang was wearing a cotton-padded jacket and Mrs. Huasheng was wearing obscene clothes, Mrs. Huasheng pinched Mr. Huang, but it didn’t hurt Mr. Huang.

And when Mr. Huang pinched Mrs. Huasheng, it was very painful.

Mrs. Huasheng gasped in pain, and instead grabbed Huang's hair and scratched Huang's face.

The two women here were fighting fiercely, and they were inseparable. The men over there had also moved the tables and cabinets away, completely vacating the door of the house.

Then, Mrs. Liu also ran over from the backyard, and she said loudly to Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, I've been staring at it, the things are still in the same place, dig faster, dig faster!"

Yang Ruoqing didn't dare to dig, it was so dirty, there was urine all over the floor, and it looked like there was more than just urine. Mrs. Huasheng might be too lazy to go to the backyard toilet at night, so the big one also finished it in the urine bucket.

Therefore, it was impossible for Yang Ruoqing to dig where the silver was buried. Moreover, it was not her silver that was buried, so it would not be her turn to dig.

Of course, she is not the only one who has this idea, including the honest man Yang Huazhong.

No, Yang Huazhou directly found a hoe and stuffed it into Yang Huamao's hand, "Here, it's your turn!"

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Chapter completed!