Anyway, I smelled a bunch of smells in my nose, the smell of burning paper, the smell of burning paper, and the smell of sweat on everyone's body on a hot day...

So Yang Huaming didn't think much about anything else at that time. Now that Yang Ruoqing said this, Yang Huaming could probably guess something.

He nodded and whispered to Yang Ruoqing: "This greedy bitch seems to be really addicted. All right, Qing'er, please help me take care of her. We'll be fine when we get home."

Yang Ruoqing nodded and sat back.

The carriage started and drove smoothly in the direction of Changping Village.

Ms. Liu came closer, her face distorted by the burning flames of gossip.

"Qing'er, what was your fourth uncle mumbling to you outside just now?"

"Fourth Aunt, please guess."

Mrs. Liu blinked, "You're scolding me, right?"

Yang Ruoqing also followed her example and blinked: "That's right, even if I scold you, you guessed it right!"

Mrs. Liu curled her lips and sat back, "I don't believe it, your fourth uncle doesn't have the guts!"

"Fourth Aunt, just be proud of your favor!" Yang Ruoqing deliberately joked.

Mrs. Liu said: "I am not arrogant because of favors. When has your fourth uncle ever favored me?"

"My guess is that if he really wanted to scold me, he wouldn't be able to do it so quietly. He would definitely yell so loud that the whole world would know that he was scolding me!"

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "The analysis makes sense. Yes, my fourth uncle does care about you and entrusted me to take good care of you!"

"Really?"

"Fake!"

"Hey, I don't believe it, Qing'er, you don't know how to lie!"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, "Just be proud of yourself!"

When we got home, everyone did not enter the house immediately. Instead, they went to the pond at the entrance of the village to wash their hands and faces, and then went home after finishing their work.

This is also very particular and is intended to wash away bad luck.

After finishing all this, I just returned home with a roll of stuff in my hand.

It was a return gift from the Xu family. Everyone who went there was given an old white cloth handkerchief, which was said to be used to bring good fortune and longevity.

When the men got it, there was a pack of dry tobacco wrapped in an old white cloth handkerchief, weighing about half a pound.

What the women got was wrapped in a piece of spicy soybean.

When the sun went down, Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan came to the yard of Yang Huazhong's house.

Cao Bamei and Yang Yongjin even came to the yard with their rice bowls and listened to their conversation while eating.

Because Yang Huamei is also here.

So when Yang Ruoqing came over, she found that there were many people in the courtyard, and all the long stools, small stools, and small horses in the main room were brought out.

The small square table was also moved to the yard, and Yang Huazhong was also having dinner.

"Ah, why are there so many people?"

When Yang Ruoqing walked into the courtyard, she was a little surprised when she saw the scene in front of her. People from all walks of life were there. Was this the Antian Conference?

Old Yangtou was holding a raw cucumber and gnawing it, making a clicking sound like an old mouse.

Seeing Yang Ruoqing come in, Old Yang raised his head and said: "Qing'er came just in time..."

Yes, this is another classic opening line.

"Master, I'm here, what else do you need to tell me?" Yang Ruoqing jokingly entered the yard.

Mrs. Sun quickly stood up: "Let's eat together? I'll get you a bowl?"

Yang Ruoqing waved her hand: "If you don't want to eat, don't eat. I ate here."

In fact, she didn't eat it. Instead, she ate the big bowl of noodles with soybean paste and the bowl of spicy beef offal in the noodle shop at noon, and she couldn't eat anything at night!

Old Yangtou said: "Don't force her after she eats it. Qing'er, sit down quickly. Your aunt is here and is discussing with us the marriage of Xiao Hei during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August!"

"Ah? It's ahead of schedule again?" Yang Ruoqing turned to look at Yang Huamei.

The wedding dates of Xiao Hei and Xu Qiaohong really changed again and again.

When we got engaged, we said we would get married during the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, but Xu Yuanming's family wanted to delay it even further, preferably until the end of the year.

Yang Huamei nodded and said, "Yes, isn't this the death of Qiaohong's mother? Qiaohong has a strong sense of filial piety. If she doesn't marry within a hundred days, she will have to observe filial piety for two years!"

Yang Ruoqing understood that because of this, she went round and round, and in the end the wedding day became the same day again.

Ms. Liu was on the side, taking a cucumber from the table and gnawing it until it was crunchy.

Hearing Yang Huamei's words, Ms. Liu directly said what was in her heart: "Haha, it seems that Mother Xu's death has indirectly made your old Wang family's wish come true. My daughter-in-law came in early, and it's still the same old days!"

As soon as Mrs. Liu said these words, although she was telling the truth, almost everyone in the courtyard thought so.

However, after Mrs. Liu said it so straightforwardly, that feeling changed instantly.

It seems, it seems that Lao Wang's family is just waiting here, just looking forward to Xu's mother's death. Xu's mother died well, died in seconds, died at the right time, and died just in time for Lao Wang's family to marry their daughter-in-law in advance!

You know, my mother is dead!

What a tragic thing!

So right now, as soon as Liu finished speaking, several condemning and displeased eyes were cast on her.

The relationship between Yang Huamei and Mr. Liu had just eased a bit, and they were still polite to each other. But now when she heard these words, her expression changed.

"Fourth sister-in-law, you can't say that. My biological mother is dead, and my youngest daughter-in-law's biological mother is dead. It's too late for us to be sad!" Yang Huamei quickly corrected her.

"It's fine even if I get a wife later, but this is the intention of the Xu family. They say it's a good way to give Qiaohong a change of environment, so that she doesn't have to stay at home and miss people, and get sick instead!"

Because there was a sentiment of Zhuangzhuang's first birthday gift yesterday, even if Yang Huamei was dissatisfied with Liu's words at this moment, she would not speak too harshly.

It's said more tactfully and politely.

However, Lao Yangtou and Mr. Tan did not give Mr. Liu face.

Old Yang had a dark face, knocked a large piece of cucumber in his hand on the table, and said sternly: "Can you still speak? If you can't speak, don't speak. You're talking crazy. Not stable at all!"

Mrs. Tan even put down her bowl and chopsticks, pointed directly at Mrs. Liu's nose and cursed: "Only an inhuman thing would say such inhuman words. My mother is dead, and you are still here laughing and joking. What are you talking about?" "

Mrs. Liu defended: "That's not what I meant. I, I have human nature. I went to the Xu family to mourn, and I cried too."

Mrs. Tan changed the finger pointing at the tip of Ms. Liu's nose to pointing at the twilight sky above her head, "There are gods three feet above your head. You have to speak ahead of your head. Be careful of retribution!"

Mrs. Liu's face turned red and she didn't care about eating cucumber anymore. She was waving her hands vigorously.

"Oh my god, I swear, I really didn't mean to be disrespectful to the deceased, I'm just telling the truth,"
Chapter completed!