, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Yang Ruoqing felt that Uncle Wu's strength was so strong that she couldn't hold on at all. She hurriedly said to Sun, who was still wiping tears on the other side of the bed, as if she was completely trapped in another world: "Mom, come here and help me!"
Sun finally came back to her senses. Seeing the formation, she panicked again. She hurriedly came over and grabbed Yang Huazhou's other arm, crying and begging in a low voice: "Fifth brother, we all know your thoughts. Everything is fine." Now, Qing'er's grandma has already agreed. If we, the juniors, make a fuss, what kind of fuss can we make? In the middle of the night, it makes people jump around and wake up the neighbors. Is the whole village watching our old Yang family’s jokes?”
Yang Huazhou froze in place, the veins on his forehead protruding one by one.
Yang Ruoqing disagreed with Sun's remarks from the bottom of her heart. It was too pedantic! But at this moment, he couldn't spare the time to correct it, so he had to persuade Yang Huazhou, who was about to go berserk at any time: "Fifth uncle, please be patient. Grandma just has this idea now. That Wang Po will also have to wait a few days." We just came to our house, so we can’t be impatient. We’ll wait until my dad wakes up and sit down to figure out what to do!”
"Qing'er is right, fifth brother, you should go back to your house and rest. Don't make any announcement about this beforehand!" Mrs. Sun also advised.
Yang Huazhou glanced at the mother and daughter beside him, and could only let out a long sigh, and nodded with a sad and angry look, "Then I will go back to the house first. If there is any movement at night, just call out, my house is next door!"
"Okay, you go first!"
After Yang Huazhou left, Mrs. Sun staggered and almost fell down.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at Sun's almost exhausted face and the injury on her forehead, and frowned slightly. It was Sun's fault that she had suffered all this night's troubles!
"Mom, please sit down and take a breath first. I'll pour you some water and wipe your face!"
Helping Mrs. Sun to sit down on the bench beside the bed, Yang Ruoqing turned and walked towards the wooden washstand in the corner.
There was a basin for washing the face on the washstand. There was still more than half of the basin of clean cold water in the basin. Yang Ruoqing soaked the yellowed handkerchief in the water, squeezed out the water, turned and walked towards the bed.
"Mom, don't kneel down and kowtow to others anymore. If words don't make sense, even if we smash our foreheads, it won't help!"
She whispered to Sun while lifting up Sun's somewhat messy bangs with her fingers, and carefully placed the cold handkerchief folded into a strip on Sun's red and swollen forehead.
The cold water gauze can cool the damaged capillaries and relieve the discomfort at Sun's wound site to a certain extent.
Mrs. Sun made no sound, but looked at Yang Ruoqing with guilt in her eyes, "It's useless for me to be my mother..."
Yang Ruoqing knew what Sun wanted to express, and she sighed secretly in her heart. In such a backward and isolated ancient countryside, various feudal concepts were very serious.
Strict patriarchal authority, preference for boys over girls, and feudal superstition...these are all shackles that oppress people!
It was not difficult for Yang Ruoqing to imagine that if Old Yangtou and Tan insisted on selling themselves, no matter how hard Sun begged, it would be of no avail.
There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, did he want to give himself away? Humph, I'm not the stupid fat girl from before, and I won't let you make me round and flat anymore!
"Qing'er, don't be afraid. Wait until tomorrow when your mother goes to beg your grandparents again and beg them not to sell you!" Mrs. Sun looked at Yang Ruoqing with red and swollen eyes, her voice was already hoarse and unpretentious!
Yang Ruoqing was speechless, but her heart still felt slightly warm. She raised her head and gave Sun a sweet smile, and nodded lightly.
"Mom, I'm going to boil some hot water. Let's warm our feet and get some rest together. It's been a long day!" Yang Ruoqing said, standing up straight and planning to go to the kitchen, but Mrs. Sun held her wrist.
"You're fooling around, stay in the house, mother, go away!"
Ignoring Yang Ruoqing's objection, Mrs. Sun took off the handkerchief that had been on her forehead for a while, put back the washstand, picked up the big earthenware basin, and turned around to leave the room.
After a while, Ms. Sun returned to the house with a basin full of steaming hot water. The mother and daughter made do with wiping their faces and scalding their feet with hot water. Yang Ruoqing had just recovered from a serious illness, and her body had no energy. How to recover, she had to hold on all night. Now she put her feet into the hot water, and her whole body was immediately enveloped by a layer of warm breath. She couldn't help but let out a sigh of comfort.
Before she could wipe her feet from the water and lift her up, she was already sitting on the bench and fell asleep. In the end, Mrs. Sun wiped her feet clean, carried her back to the next door room, and put her on the hard floor. Plank bed.
Sun pulled the slightly damp quilt over Yang Ruoqing's body, leaned down slightly, and gently touched Yang Ruoqing's forehead with her rough fingers, her eyes full of love and guilt.
Qing'er, don't be afraid, my mother will protect you even if she risks her life!
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Yang Huaming was sitting on the stool beside the bed. Mrs. Liu squatted in front of Yang Huaming with her big belly and was washing Yang Huaming's feet.
There was a soybean oil lamp the size of a mung bean left in the room, which was flickering on and off. Ms. Liu raised her face and looked at Yang Huaming, who was leaning on the chair and squinting his eyes like an old man. He said in a low voice: "Daddy He'er, follow me. You figure it out."
"What's the matter?" Yang Huaming asked casually without opening his eyelids.
Mrs. Liu pursed her lips and said: "You said, if the third brother is really useless, wouldn't the third bedroom really collapse? Won't the three kids in the third bedroom have to be supported by us big guys in the future? "
"That's something we don't know, but what can we do? Our parents are still in good health. As long as they are here, we old Yang family can't even hope to separate our family!" Yang Huaming said.
As a big family living together like this, although they can't hide much money in their pockets, they can still eat from a big pot and no one will notice if they are lazy.
"Hey, let's not talk about the third room. I heard my ears get calloused tonight. Why don't you tell me to discuss things with me? What is it?" Yang Huaming then asked Mrs. Liu.
"The matter I want to discuss with you has nothing to do with the third room!" Mrs. Liu said without delaying her hands. She wrung out the handkerchief and wiped Yang Huaming's feet clean, then picked up the handkerchief next to her. Putting the shoes on his feet, he glanced up at Yang Huaming and said, "Anyway, the baby in the third bedroom is raised by the big guy's father-in-law. How about we take a chance and go to our parents to beg for help?" That little An was adopted in our name, but we don’t want to raise it ourselves anyway. Once adopted, he will be our baby. When we get old, we will have a son to take care of us at our bedside. A hundred years later, when we return to the West, there will also be a pot-breaking person..."
Before Liu could finish her words, Yang Huaming kicked her in the heart. She leaned back and fell to the ground, leaving a wet footprint on her chest.
