Everyone went their separate ways and the backyard became busy again.

Outside the courtyard gate behind Lao Yang's house, separated by a small dry ditch, is a large field.

Since the whole lamb was going to be roasted today, Yang Ruoqing had discussed it with Yang Huazhong in advance and asked Uncle Chang Gen and the other bricklayers in the village to build a long row of stones and bricks specifically for roasting the lamb.

fire.

The inside is already filled with fruit charcoal, and now we are waiting for the sheep to be knocked down, then skewered with iron hooks and brought over for roasting.

Old Yangtou walked around outside. There were people everywhere in the front and back rooms, all busy preparing for the fourth-bedroom daughter-in-law to recognize the door today.

Old Yangtou put his hands behind his back, holding the dry tobacco pole given by Mr. Tan, and hanging on his waist was a cigarette bag filled with shredded tobacco.

After walking around for a while, the old man felt as if he had returned to the old Yang's house. Even the dusty lobby in the front yard had been cleaned up. The shrine dedicated to his ancestors was filled with red candles as thick as a child's arm.

made offerings.

In the main room, there were four tables set up just like a banquet in those days. Each table had a long bench in the east, west, north and south directions. Each bench could seat three people side by side.

However, only two people can sit on the stools in the east and west directions, and three people can sit in the north and south directions, so this is how one table can seat ten people!

After Old Yangtou looked around, he returned to the east room with satisfaction and prepared to drink tea and sit for a while.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw that compared to the noise and people coming and going outside, the east room was peaceful and quiet.

Mrs. Tan was sitting in the moon boat fire barrel by the window, with a sewing basket on her lap, and was immersed in making shoe soles.

The soles of the shoes are those kind of mille-layer soles, which are troublesome to wear, but are really comfortable when worn on the soles of the feet.

What Lao Yang wore on his head and feet was a pair of shoes with thousand-layer soles, but these shoes were not given to Tan by Bao Suyun.

What can I say, in the past ten years or so, my clothes and shoes from head to toe have been purchased by my daughter-in-law and granddaughter-in-law. I have basically never worn these things made for him by the old woman.

As for the reason, I won’t go into details because even the old man himself doesn’t want to remember it.

But at this moment, when Old Yang looked at the sole plate in Tan's hand, he felt secretly happy.

"Whose sole plate is this big for?" Old Yang came over and asked deliberately.

Mrs. Tan didn't even bother to glance at him, but she uttered unpleasant words: "For an old dog!"

"Forehead……"

Old Yang's head was covered with black lines, and veins were pulsing on his forehead.

"You, you, you will lose your whole life because of your mouth!" the old man said.

This time, Mrs. Tan was finally willing to raise her head and look at him, "No problem, my parents gave me this mouth, and I can't say nice things. If you like to hear nice things, go find your Yun Ya."

Come back, she will say nice things, and I’m sure you’ll be itching to hear them.”

The black lines on Lao Yangtou's face were like noodles, almost covering his face completely.

"It's all an old story, but you still don't mind mentioning it to me!"

Mrs. Tan put down her work, raised her head, and glared at Old Yang: "Hey, no one would be ashamed of you for doing something like that. What do I have to criticize?"

Well, Old Yangtou was completely defeated. He wished he could raise his hand and slap himself in the mouth.

If I had known this, I would not have teased this old woman. She is really not funny at all, let alone make fun of her.

Therefore, the old man had to quickly change the topic to one that interests the old lady, otherwise, this would be endless.

What topic should we change?

The old man rolled his eyes, and then he thought of it.

"So, Mei'er is coming over today, right? Have you said hello to her about this?"

The old man really made the right bet.

As soon as Yang Huamei was mentioned, the anger in Tan's eyes immediately disappeared, and his eyes returned to normal.

"There's no need for me to say hello. Yesterday, we all had full-moon wine in the fifth room. The fourth child and Mrs. Liu all said hello to Mei'er."

"Mei'er will definitely come over today, don't worry!"

"Well, it's okay if you can come over. I saw that it was already after breakfast and I hadn't seen her yet, so I asked." The old man said, walked to the table, sat down to rest for a while, and took a few puffs.

cigarette.

As soon as he sat down, Mrs. Tan ordered him: "Don't sit still, take a trip and visit Lao Wang's house!"

"Ah? Are you going now?" The old man was surprised for a moment. He just sat down and took a breath!

Mrs. Tan said: "If you don't want to go now, when will you go? Go and urge Mei'er to come over early, come and chat with me, and tell her that the fire barrel here is warm and I have prepared snacks for Zhuang Zhuang.

Come on, tell her to come quickly!"

Old Yangtou: "No hurry, no rush, wait until I take two puffs of cigarette before going."

"What are you smoking? That thing chokes people to death. I'll break the cigarette pole for you later!"

"No, this is the cigarette pole you gave me last time. It's a pity if I dropped it."

"Then are you going? Are you going?"

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away, hey!"

Old Yangtou didn't even have time to pick up the tobacco pole and bag, so he got up and left the east room, heading to Old Wang's house to find Yang Huamei.

Mrs. Tan looked at the old man walking away, snorted proudly, and ordered him from behind: "Close the door, it's windy!"

The door was closed, the noise was blocked out, and the house became quiet again.

Mrs. Tan picked up the shoe sole plate and connected it with the flying needle. After working for a few rounds, Tan suddenly thought of something. She put the shoe sole plate back into the basket, got out of the moon fire barrel and walked towards the table.

She first picked up the dry tobacco pole on the table and looked at it for a few times, then put it back down, and then picked up the cigarette bag next to it and took a look.

"What a bad old man. The cigarette bag is torn, the tobacco is leaking out, and you can't even see it. His eyes are bulging!"

Mrs. Tan muttered, poured the remaining tobacco in the cigarette bag onto the table, and then sat back in the fire barrel with the empty cigarette bag.

The old lady found a piece of clean cloth, made a few marks on the cigarette bag, then cut off a small piece with scissors, and sewed along the inner circle.

After a while, it was finished. The old lady bit her head and bit off the thread, turned the cigarette bag back to the front, stood up and returned to the table, swept the tobacco on the table back into the cigarette bag, and then tied the cigarette bag tightly.

Kouzi.

After finishing all this, she sat back in the fire barrel with satisfaction, and then started to make the soles of Lao Yangtou's shoes.

On the way to Lao Wang's house, Old Yangtou met many villagers. Everyone would stop and say hello to the old man. He was polite, and Old Yangtou would also stop and say a few words to them.
Chapter completed!