"ah!"

"Uncle, calm down, you are the most handsome boy in Changping Village."

"It hurts! I don't want to be the prettiest boy!"

"No, uncle, you are the most handsome boy in my heart, as long as you don't yell."

"Niece, uncle is really in pain, he's going to die from the pain!"

"Shh..."

"Really, it hurts so much that I want to cry..."

"Uncle, a man doesn't shed tears when he bleeds."

"Then can I go pee?"

"Uncle, do you want to pee and escape?"

"Urine Release...is that okay?"

"Can't!"

"Oh my God, Qing'er, come and save me, I'm really in pain!"

Yang Ruoqing came from the side, stuffed something into Yang Yongqing's mouth, and immediately blocked his wails in his throat.

"Little cousin, there's only so much I can do to help you. Just bear with it and you'll be fine once the pain is over."

Not to mention, after biting that thing into his mouth, Yang Yongqing immediately felt a very sour taste, which went straight from his mouth to his nostrils and then to Tianling Gai, which made him drunk and got a headache all of a sudden.

He even ignored the pain of the wound being burned by the strong alcohol for a brief moment.

By the time he came back to his senses and realized what was stuffed in his mouth, it was already too late.

He spat out the contents in his mouth frantically, a big ball, like the piece of rag that had not been washed for a hundred years on the washstand of the old barber's house in the village!

In the twelfth lunar month, the old barber would go around the village with his guy on his arm to shave people's heads, no matter if they were adults, children, or old people. It didn't matter if they were shaving their hair, shaving their beards, or trimming their nose hairs, it was all.

Then a blade, then a rubbing cloth.

You can imagine the smell of that knife cloth.

At this moment, Yang Yongqing felt that his mouth was full of that smell.

"You mother and daughter... are my nemesis!"

Yang Yongqing picked at his throat and said.

At this time, Luo Baobao had almost finished applying the medicine to Yang Yongqing's face. Looking at the patches on Yang Yongqing's face, she was very satisfied with her work.

While washing his hands, he said to Yang Yongqing with a smile: "Uncle, don't howl, you have endured all the hardships."

Yang Yongqing gasped and picked up the medicine bag that Luo Baobao stuffed in his hand. He heard Luo Baobao's instruction again: "Don't touch wine or water for twelve hours. Feel free to do it for twelve hours."

"Nothing wrong!" Yang Yongqing responded habitually, and was about to leave, but suddenly raised his head, "What? You can't drink alcohol for twelve hours? In other words, I can't drink on New Year's Eve tomorrow?"

Luo Baobao raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Yang Yongqing's face suddenly twisted into a big bitter melon, "If you don't drink during the New Year, is it still called the Chinese New Year? That's called suffering, that's called going to jail! No, no, I can't hold it in."

"Uncle, I have told you everything that needs to be said, but if you don't listen, if your wound becomes inflamed and infected, you will suffer ten times or a hundred times more than you do now!"

"Hehe, it's not that serious. Your uncle is just too skinny!"

"Young boy, you are not thick-skinned, you are thick-skinned." Yang Huaming had just applied the medicine and came over with a smile to squeeze Yang Yongqing.

Just after Luo Baobao took over Yang Yongqing, the most seriously injured casualty, Yang Ruoqing was not idle, applying medicine to her fourth uncle, fifth uncle, and several other cousins ​​one by one.

When men fight, especially in melees, no matter what happens, they can never escape without losing their lives.

However, compared to Yang Yongqing's injuries, the other injuries were all minor flesh injuries, and there were no taboos on smoking, drinking or anything else.

But Yang Yongqing’s is more serious, so it needs to be tabooed.

No, when Yang Huaming teased Yang Yongqing for being thick-skinned, Yang Ruoqing smiled and said while packing the medical box: "Brother, it doesn't matter whether you are thick-skinned or thick-skinned. You'd better listen to what our Dr. Luo Baobao says, otherwise you will suffer."

It's you, don't blame me for not reminding you, some of your wounds are serious and might fester."

Yang Yongqing shrank his neck, like an eggplant beaten by frost, and his energy was suddenly drained away.

Yang Huaming put his arm around Yang Yongzhi's shoulders and said, "Boy Zhi, tomorrow night is New Year's Eve. I'll ask your fourth aunt to cook two more dishes. Then you can come over and have a few more drinks with your fourth uncle."

Because other people have moved out of the old house one after another, the only people living in the old house now are the fourth room, Yang Yongzhi, Yang Yongqing, and the Tan family.

Every New Year's Eve, the three uncles and nephews would run around each other a few times on New Year's Eve because they lived in the front and back yards and near the road, and would have a few cups of New Year's Eve dinner together.

Yang Yongzhi nodded readily.

Yang Huaming deliberately glanced at Yang Yongqing again and said, "Forget it, young boy. I won't call him this year. He can't drink anyway."

Yang Yongzhi knew that Yang Huaming was teasing Yang Yongqing on purpose, so he just laughed.

This time Yang Yongqing was not fooled by Yang Huaming. He smiled and said: "Fourth uncle, you miscalculated. We brothers have agreed that from this year onwards, our three families will all have New Year's Eve dinner together, taking my mother with me."

, each house rotates for one year.”

"Fuck you, it's even worse for you. I can only watch your two brothers fight over wine at the banquet table." Yang Huaming said.

Yang Yongqing disagreed, he wanted to drink anyway.

On the side, Yang Huazhou agreed very much with the fact that the three brothers celebrated the New Year together: "Yes, yes, this arrangement is very good. The brothers should have celebrated the New Year together. The purpose of the New Year is to have a lively time."

Brothers Yang Yongjin and Yang Yongzhi nodded repeatedly.

At this time, Yang Huazhong walked over, his face a little gloomy.

Behind him, there were also Sun and Liu.

"Third brother, why are you looking like this? Didn't you feel satisfied when we taught those little grandsons of the old Wang family earlier?" Yang Huaming came over. He wanted to put his arms around Yang Huazhong's shoulders, but Yang Huazhong gave him a serious look.

His eyes swept over, Yang Huaming smiled, and changed his outstretched hand to scratch his scalp.

Yang Huazhou and the others also noticed Yang Huazhong's expression of concern, and the brothers gathered around him. Even Old Yang, who was smoking a dry cigarette and enjoying the fruits of victory, couldn't help but cast a surprised glance at Yang Huazhong.

The old man even said: "Why are you so unhappy, third brother? What? Could it be that you made a miscalculation and gave the old Wang family more rice?"

Yang Huazhong glanced at everyone and was about to speak when Mrs. Liu rushed to the front from behind him and said excitedly: "I know, I know, I must tell this matter. It is about the old Wang family, no, no, no,

It’s not the old Wang family that picked up dung, it’s the old Wang family that Meier married to. The problem happened with Xiao Hei..."

Mrs. Liu said with a crackle, and everyone now understood why Yang Huazhong couldn't laugh.

Because neither Yang Huaming nor Yang Huazhou could laugh.

"This bastard just doesn't make people worry. I'll have to give him a break when I get him back!" Yang Huaming said through gritted teeth.
Chapter completed!