As a person involved, Ms. Tan was so frightened that her face turned pale.

After whitening, it turns red, red and green again, green and white, then red, just like a dyeing workshop on the face.

"Go, go, why don't you go? Hurry up, I don't want to see you!"

Yang Huamei suddenly jumped up and down on the ground like crazy, covering her ears with her hands and roaring, her facial features twisted together, as if she was crazy and scared everyone around her.

Mrs. Tan suddenly came back to her senses and said repeatedly: "Mei'er, please, don't be like this, just leave, just leave!"

When Mrs. Tan turned around, tears burst out of her eyes. She covered her mouth and came to the yard, picked up the thrown crutch, and left Lao Wang's house in tears.

Madam Liu chased her to the window, pushed it open, and saw Madam Tan's back angrily running away with her crutch under her arm, her face filled with astonishment.

"Damn it, why did this old lady run away without even saying a harsh word? This is very unlike her!"

Not only Mrs. Liu thought so, but Mrs. Liu, Bao Suyun, Yang Ruoqing and others in the room were also surprised by Mrs. Tan's reaction today.

In the past, even if the old lady did something wrong and someone caught her in front of her, and her sophistry failed, the old lady would act like she was not afraid of boiling water, so that no one could do anything to her.

At an age of over seventy, even if she did that to Yang Ruoqing before, Yang Ruoqing would at most tear off her favorite veil, and it would be impossible for her to really push the old lady to the ground and beat her!

After all, she is Yang Huazhong's biological mother. Yang Ruoqing has a lot of skills, and there is no need to really attack her grandmother over these verbal disputes. It would be disrespectful to her father and a blasphemy to her own skills.

"I guess I really felt guilty this time and knew that I had made an unforgivable mistake." Yang Ruoqing spoke out.

Her eyes fell on Yang Huamei, who was squatting on the ground, pulling out the burned things in the mud basin, tears falling down.

The other people behind him looked at each other and could only sigh silently.

Mrs. Liu put down the baffle outside the window, turned around and rushed to Yang Huamei, squatted down with her, grabbed Yang Huamei's hand and said loudly: "Oh Mei'er, these clothes are burnt to ashes, it's useless for you to pull them.

If you get your hands dirty, it’s just a few small clothes. Why don’t you give your eldest grandson two more outfits later?”

From Liu's point of view, it's just a few sets of clothes, regardless of whether it's the old Yang family or the old Wang family, it's not difficult to meet these conditions now.

It's just that the old lady's behavior is not very good. What should she burn? Pillows are fine, but burning children's clothes is unlucky.

Yang Huamei shook off Ms. Liu's hand, raised her head and said angrily: "Is it as light as you said? These are the new clothes I prepared for my eldest grandson for the New Year. Do you understand what they are for the New Year?"

Yang Huamei started roaring again and sprayed Liu's face with saliva. The ferocious look frightened Mrs. Liu to stand up and hide aside, and said aggrievedly: "Even if it's unlucky, it's not my fault. You're so angry."

Don't spray it on me!"

"Fourth Aunt, please stop saying a few words!" Yang Ruoqing directly dragged Mrs. Liu to the main room.

"That's enough for now. Fourth aunt, don't talk anymore." When she got to the door, Yang Ruoqing said to Mrs. Liu again, and turned to call Mrs. Sun and Bao Suyun in the room: "Give your eldest grandson to my aunt, you two."

Come out too!"

Soon, Ms. Sun and Ms. Bao Suyun came out, and Yang Ruoqing thrust the aggrieved Ms. Liu into their hands: "These many people came here originally to care about my aunt, but in the end they couldn't help me as much as they could.

This is causing trouble."

Ms. Liu was still muttering in a low voice, "It's not my fault..."

Yang Ruoqing's cold eyes glanced over, and Mrs. Liu immediately shut up.

Yang Ruoqing then said to the other two people, who had worried faces and deep self-blame: "Mom, fifth aunt, you should go back with fourth aunt first, don't cause any trouble."

"What, Qing'er, aren't you going back?" asked Sun in shock.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at West House: "I'll stay with my aunt."

Mrs. Sun nodded and whispered: "Then comfort her more and tell her not to worry. Xiao Hei will be fine."

Yang Ruoqing said 'hmm', and Mrs. Sun took two steps and turned around, "By the way, I will find two sets of Fuwa's clothes to send over later. They are all given by relatives and friends in the past. They are brand new and unworn.

"

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Absolutely."

Only then did a smile appear on Mrs. Sun's face, she exchanged glances with Bao Suyunna, and then left, holding Mrs. Liu's arms.

Yang Ruoqing returned to the West Room again. At this time, Yang Huamei was holding her eldest grandson and sitting on the wooden footboard beside the bed, still crying silently.

Rough fingers caressed the eldest grandson's smooth cheek, while his mouth was still saying words of self-blame over and over again.

Yang Ruoqing listened briefly, and it probably meant that grandma was sorry for you and didn't protect your new clothes for the New Year...

"Aunt, it's okay, you can put your clothes back on again!" Yang Ruoqing came to stand beside the bed and saw her eldest grandson asleep in Yang Huamei's arms, so she persuaded her softly.

Yang Huamei shook her head, "It's too late. New Year's Eve is tomorrow. How can I have such a fast method?"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "Don't worry, Fuwa has new clothes that she hasn't worn yet. They were gifts from relatives and friends when she was one year old. My mother went back to get them. I'll give them to your eldest grandson first. Don't dislike them."

When Yang Huamei heard this, her eyes finally lit up.

"Why do you dislike it? You are giving me help in times of need!" she said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said, "As for Xiao Hei, aunt, don't worry too much. He is a young man and nothing will happen to him. I believe they will bring back good news soon."

Yang Huamei nodded: "I'd like to lend you some good words."

Yang Ruoqing looked at the eldest grandson in Yang Huamei's arms, "The baby is asleep, so let's put him in the bed. It's easy to get cold if you hold him in your arms."

Yang Huamei touched her eldest grandson's little face and found that it was really cool, so she quickly got up and took off the child's cotton-padded jacket and trousers.

Yang Ruoqing was not idle either. She stepped forward to help shake off the quilt. Something rolled out from the quilt and fell right into Yang Ruoqing's hand.

Yang Ruoqing tilted her head and didn't recognize what that thing was for a moment.

At first glance, it looks like a carrot. It is as big as a carrot and about the same thickness.

It's just that it's not a fruit or a vegetable. When you pinch it, it's soft but hard, a bit like a horn.

Yang Ruoqing thought of the new cloth shoes that Mrs. Sun made for her siblings when they were young. Mrs. Sun said that girls should not wear shoes that are too big, as it would easily enlarge their feet and turn them into unsightly girls with big feet.

Therefore, the shoes made by Sun are generally one or two sizes too small. Yang Ruoqing always has a hard time putting them on. She usually has to use something made of ox horn to insert between the heel and the shoe. She exerts force with her feet and it slides in with just a few clicks.

In the shoes.

The material of this thing is very similar to that one, but the shape is different. That one is flat with a curvature in the middle, while this one is a cylinder...

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Chapter completed!