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

Yang Huamao took the hoe that Yang Huazhou handed over, and then looked at the pool of urine and soil in the corner... His brows were furrowed like hot twists just out of the pot, and his face was squeezed into a bitter melon face.

He hesitated and asked Yang Huazhou and the others: "Are you really going to dig that land?"

Yang Huazhou was an upright and somewhat impatient man. He said loudly: "Yes, yes, dig quickly!"

Yang Huamao hesitated, switching the hoe from his left hand to his right hand, and then from his right hand to his left hand, as if it was not a hoe but a hot potato.

Seeing Yang Huazhou, brothers Yang Huazhong became anxious.

Yang Huazhong moved and walked towards Yang Huamao. Yang Ruoqing on the side noticed Yang Huazhong's body language and was worried that his honest, loyal and warm-hearted father wanted to dig for Yang Huamao, right?

Yang Ruoqing rushed to Yang Huamao ahead of Yang Huazhong, and blocked Yang Huazhong with her hands behind her.

At the same time, she was still asking Yang Huamao: "Uncle Huamao, why don't you hoe? What are you waiting for?"

Yang Huamao smiled awkwardly at Yang Ruoqing, "That land is too buried. Uncle, uncle, uncle, can you dig on another piece of land?"

Change land?

Yang Ruoqing couldn't hold it back and laughed on the spot.

Mrs. Liu followed over and burst out laughing when she heard Yang Huamao's words.

"I said, Brother Huamao, Brother Huamao, are you stupid or funny? You dislike that piece of land and refuse to dig with a hoe, but your family's money is buried under that piece of land. Why don't you find another piece of land?

You have to dig in the clean land, but you are exhausted from digging, and even until your hair and beard are gray, you can’t even dig a big fart!”

Mrs. Liu said while laughing, and Yang Huamao's face turned red with embarrassment as a large number of calls were made.

Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou looked at each other. Both of them were a little unhappy with Yang Huamao's behavior. Why should a big man be afraid of being killed? Why don't you just wash your hands a few more times when it's over?

"Uncle Huamao, this is your family's money. We can only help you so far. If you want the money, then do it yourself. It's useless to count on others. Unless you are willing to dig it out

The money that comes out is divided into half, so there are probably a lot of people inside and outside the yard rushing to help you dig it out, haha!"

Yang Ruoqing was worried that Yang Huamao would shamelessly seek help from Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou, so she rushed ahead and cut off Yang Huamao's escape route.

"I'll dig it for you!"

Sure enough, when Yang Ruoqing said this, many people in the crowd responded loudly.

"You don't want half, just give me one tael of silver, and I'll dig it all!"

"Don't rob me from anyone. It's not about money or not. I'm just so warm-hearted. Come on, come on, Huamao, give me the hoe..."

Seeing the swarm of half-truths and half-deceptions from the people around him, and even some people actually coming to snatch the hoe in his hand, Yang Huamao's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously clenched the hoe in his hand.

Huang, who was hugging Mrs. Huasheng intimately on the ground, also heard what was going on here. While the two sides were wringing their hands, she took the time to yell at Yang Huamao: "Are you a dead person or something? Don't come and help.

I don’t care if I fight, but if I ask you to dig a field and keep grinding, are you still a man? Can’t you survive this day?”

As her opponent, Mrs. Huasheng grinned with a sinister smile and sarcastically said to Mr. Huang: "Even if my Huasheng is in jail, he is still a good man who cares about his family and never makes me tired. Your Huamao is just a coward."

You useless snack, you are so pitiful!"

Gu "You are so pitiful. I will tear your mouth to pieces right now. See who is pitiful!" Mrs. Huang became completely ruthless. She hugged Mrs. Huasheng and scratched and scratched her, revealing all her trump cards.

After he came out, his big moves kept coming.

Yang Huamao was scolded by Mr. Huang, and then saw Mr. Huang fighting Madam Huasheng like crazy. He stood there stamping his feet and was really confused.

Ms. Liu leaned close to Yang Ruoqing and lowered her voice, saying mysteriously: "I can't blame your Uncle Huamao for being too lazy. Let me tell you a secret, he has mysophobia!"

"Ah?" Yang Ruoqing looked at Mr. Liu in surprise.

Mrs. Liu nodded with a profound expression, "Your fourth uncle also has a bit of mysophobia, but it's not very serious. Your uncle Huamao is much more serious than your fourth uncle. Look at him. There are so many gentlemen in this room, and he is the one who wears the best clothes."

Even if he goes to work in the fields, if his shoes get dirty from stepping on the mud, he has to go to the ditch to wash them several times!"

Fourth uncle Yang Huaming has a slight mysophobia, and Yang Ruoqing is aware of this.

If you don't look at anything else, you can see that Fourth Uncle's hair is combed smoothly all year round, and his stubble is shaved almost every day. Even if it is a cold day, he will not wash his hair more than five days at most. His hair will never be

Oily or have dandruff.

Even so, it's just a slight mysophobia.

You can imagine the shadow area in Yang Huamao's heart at this moment, which is more serious than his fourth uncle's mysophobia. It is estimated that even the most profound equations are difficult to calculate.

But even so, Yang Ruoqing would not agree to let Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou help unless there were other villagers on site who were willing to help dig for money, then she had no objection.

"Uncle Huamao, have you made up your mind? Do you want us to help you dig?" Another villager who was ready to make a move was asking.

Yang Huamei's face was full of tangles, although she scolded the villagers who were making noises: "Go away, don't make trouble."

However, his eyes were obviously shaken.

Mr. Huang, who was on the ground, took advantage of the rolling situation and saw that Yang Huamao was still there holding a hoe in his hand. He rolled his eyes in anger.

"You useless piece of trash, I'm here to work hard to help you pester the Huasheng family so that you can dig out the money. Are you going to die or what?"

Well, those words that Mrs. Huasheng used to laugh at Yang Huamao were actually used by Mr. Huang now, and she also used them on her own men.

Of course, Yang Huamao's face was filled with embarrassment and anger at Huang's urging and public cursing.

He knew that these villagers who were watching the fun were all ghosts. After Huang's public insult today, they would use these things to tease him for a long time in the future, making him unable to hold his head up in front of others.

Yang Huamao wanted to yell at Mr. Huang to save himself some dignity as a man, but Mr. Huang jumped in and yelled at him again.

"I'm counting to three. If you don't dig, I won't fight this fight, I won't give up the money, and my days will be over! One, two..."

"boom!"

As Huang said "three", the hoe in Yang Huamao's hand dug hard into the land. Suddenly, the wet soil filled with urine splashed, and the onlookers standing near Yang Huamao were stunned.

One survived.

Everyone was laughing and cursing, hopping and scattering in all directions. Naturally, Yang Ruoqing had quick eyesight and had already jumped aside.

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Chapter completed!