Wanghai County, Changping Village.

Tan's reaction was too intense, as if the old man was a ferocious beast, and if she was left alone to chat with him in a room, he would swallow her up.

Everyone was confused by her overreaction like a dancing master, and Old Yang’s head was covered with black lines, and he was indescribably embarrassed and speechless.

"Okay, okay, then don't say anything. Third brother, just push me back!" Lao Yangtou ordered Yang Huazhong.

Yang Huazhong responded, quickly came over to hold the back handle of the wheelchair, and pushed Old Yang out of the east room.

After everyone left, those who lived at the entrance of the village completely left the backyard, and those who lived in the old house also went back to their own houses, Mrs. Tan quickly closed the door of the east room tightly.

The old lady leaned against the wooden door, stroking her pounding heart, and let out a long breath.

Recalling Old Yangtou's every move before, Ms. Tan was angry and funny. She raised her hand and patted her unsatisfied and hot cheek. After calming down, an indescribable sweetness flowed through her heart.

The old man is very bad. He was never like this when he was young. He really gets more and more crooked as he gets older, bah bah bah!

Mrs. Tan returned to the table to clean up the table. When she saw the very old dry cigarette bag on the table, her eyes froze. She held the bag in her hand, and her mind had already drifted far away...

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On the other side, Yang Huazhong pushed Lao Yangtou in front, followed behind him were Sun Shi, Bao Suyun, Yang Ruoqing, and Cao Bamei.

Yang Huazhou and Yang Yongjin both went back to their respective restaurants to start the busy new year, so the house was left to the women.

Including handling things like tonight and participating in family meetings, the women in the family are fully represented.

It was already the end of February in the lunar calendar, and it was already March in Yangchun in the solar calendar.

The night is not very cold anymore, the night wind blows in the face, the air is mixed with the fragrance of soil and flowers, and a crescent moon hangs on the top of the old maple tree at the entrance of the village, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Although when we came here, we were shocked by Tan's "Urgent Order", but on the way back, everyone felt inexplicably lighter.

Old Yangtou, who was sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly let out a long sigh. No one took the initiative to ask, but he himself explained the reason for his previous "gaffe" behavior in the east room.

"That dry cigarette bag doesn't belong to some wild old man, it belongs to me!" Old Yangtou settled the topic in his first sentence.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, but that cigarette bag is probably older than you, the third child!" Old Yangtou said again.

Everyone following the old man was stunned.

In fact, everyone can guess that the dry cigarette bag should be related to the old man. After all, everyone knows what kind of person the old lady Tan is, whether she is romantic or not.

It’s impossible for the Tan family to really have any wild old man!

So when they heard that Old Yangtou himself admitted that the dry cigarette bag was his, everyone's reaction was not much surprise or shock. After all, they were all mentally prepared.

But this cigarette bag is older than Yang Huazhong, which is a bit scary!

"Sir, are you mistaken? My father is almost fifty-five years old, and that cigarette bag is older than my father. Could it be that it is all in its sixties?" Yang Ruoqing smiled and joked kindly.

Lao Yang turned his head to look at her and said with a serious face: "It's not a joke, it's true."

"That cigarette bag was sewn for me by your own hands when I was pregnant with your father. I still remember the look of that cigarette bag."

"Wow, this is awesome. A cigarette bag that has been used for more than fifty years is still not broken? What kind of magical fabric is that?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but be curious and asked.

Old Yangtou said: "The outside is just ordinary cloth. Didn't you see that there are many patches on the outside of the cigarette bag?"

After Old Yangtou's reminder, Yang Ruoqing did recall that the outside of the cigarette bag was indeed patched with patches. In the end, the whole thing became thicker and colorful, and the fabric in each area was different from other areas.

What to say?

It's like a hundred pieces of clothing, pieced together.

"Dad, it's just a cigarette bag. How about mending it?" Yang Huazhong also smiled and said.

But Lao Yangtou glared at Yang Huazhong: "You know a ball? That cigarette bag has a different meaning."

"What's the meaning?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly.

It seems that Lao Yangtou's chat box has really opened up tonight. He will answer all questions. It doesn't matter who asks the question, as long as you dare to ask, he will dare to answer.

Old Yangtou sighed again and told Yang Ruoqing and others present: "The outside of the cigarette bag is made of cloth, so it is often damaged. I have never stopped sewing and mending it over the years."

"But the inside of the cigarette bag is made of cowhide, so even if the outside is torn, the inside will not be damaged and can still contain tobacco."

"As long as you tie the cut tobacco in that cigarette bag tightly, even if you throw it into water and soak it for a day and a night, the cut tobacco inside will not get damp. It's so easy to use!"

"Cowhide? More than fifty years ago, I got cowhide to make cigarette bags? It's amazing!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Others around him also nodded.

Not to mention more than fifty years ago, the old Yang family twenty years ago probably couldn't even eat beef, let alone use cowhide to make cigarette bags.

Moreover, regardless of whether it was fifty-five years ago or today, livestock such as cattle are the most important labor force for farmers.

When farming, you rely on cattle!

In the laws of Daqi, there are relevant provisions that clarify the protection of cattle.

Of course, all of this is aimed at 90% of the general public.

For the other ten percent of dignitaries, they are not bound by these laws.

On the dinner table, beef is fried in various ways.

In high-end restaurants, let alone beef, as long as you pay the right price, you can get any kind of meat.

When Yang Ruoqing was in the capital before, she had heard of a private restaurant hidden in a deep alley.

It is not usually open to the public. Anyone who wants to go must be introduced by a friend and make a reservation half a month in advance so that they can prepare the dishes.

In that private restaurant, there is a private dish called "pork ribs".

The pork ribs they serve are not what the general public understands as pork ribs!

A small cup of pork ribs, including meat and soup, weighs no more than a hundred grams, but each cup is paid for with gold.

If the source of the ingredients of those 'pork ribs' were revealed, it would really scare people to death.

Of course, later on, the private restaurant was eradicated, and a bunch of officialdom, shopping mall predators, and bosses emerged from behind...

Okay, let’s go too far, let’s get back to the point and let’s continue talking about Lao Yangtou’s cowhide cigarette bag with an inner liner.

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Chapter completed!