Chapter content begins --> Sun still looked confused.
Yang Ruoqing simply picked up the mallet in her hand and said, "Let's use this mallet as an analogy."
"This mallet is mine now. I don't care too much about it, but I can use it whenever I need it."
"But if this mallet is stolen by someone else, and I don't buy another mallet, then when I don't need it, I will see the mallet used so happily in the eyes of others."
"I am determined not to give in."
"I feel that the mallet belongs to me and I have to get it back. That's the reason!"
Sun seemed to understand a little bit.
"Hey!" the woman sighed.
"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place? You are already engaged to Tang Yazi, and it's time for Zichuan to let go." The woman said.
Yang Ruoqing sneered: "Even if you are not engaged to Tangyazi, you have nothing to do with him Muzichuan."
Mrs. Sun nodded: "Tang Yazi is a good boy. If you follow him, your father and I will feel relieved."
Yang Ruoqing really smiled this time.
"I feel the same way, hee hee."
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The old house, the east wing of Lao Yangtou and Tan.
The Eight Immortals' table was piled with New Year's gifts from the four houses.
Old Yangtou had a happy smile on his face. He looked at the group of children and grandchildren in the room in front of him and nodded repeatedly.
"Okay, okay, all of you are filial."
Lao Yangtou said repeatedly, while instructing Mrs. Tan to get melon seeds and peanuts for everyone to knead.
Mrs. Tan was a little reluctant, "It's not the Chinese New Year yet, and I'll finish eating the melon seeds and peanuts. I'll wait until they come over on New Year's Eve to start eating again."
Yang Ruoqing, who was mixed in the crowd, heard this and secretly exchanged glances with Daan.
I'm so picky about my breasts.
The four houses have given me gifts for so many years, as well as money.
If it were melon seeds and peanuts, the east wing would be flooded.
Yang Ruoqing just cursed in her heart, it didn't matter whether she ate or not, there was no shortage of food at home.
But someone actually shouted out this feeling.
"Mom, why are you so stingy? You don't even look at the gifts piled on the Eight Immortals' table, so what if you crack a few melon seeds for us?"
The person who spoke was Mrs. Liu.
Mrs. Liu is now six months pregnant. She is wearing a winter cotton coat and stands with her hands on her lower back, her belly bulging out.
Hearing Mrs. Liu's words, Mrs. Tan spat in Mrs. Liu's direction angrily.
"In a room full of people, you are the only one who is greedy. I am worried about every needle I have," Mrs. Tan said.
Mrs. Liu curled her lips.
Yang on the side also smiled.
"Mom, our second wife came all the way from town to give you two New Year's gifts. Not to mention smashing melon seeds, there should be a bowl of tea, right?" Yang said.
Mrs. Tan snorted again: "It is natural for younger generations to respect their elders. Do you want me, a mother-in-law, to serve tea and water to your daughter-in-law? Aren't you afraid of thunder?"
Yang curled her lips and remained silent.
Seeing this momentum, Old Yangtou realized that he and Mr. Tan had just taken stock of these gifts.
I completely forgot about the other things.
Lao Yangtou scolded Mr. Tan to get melon seeds and peanuts to entertain everyone, while he poured the tea himself.
Everyone drank tea and cracked melon seeds, and listened to Lao Yang's talk about the New Year's arrangements.
Old Yangtou cleared his throat and glanced at the children and grandchildren in front of him.
"This year is the first year that our old Yang family has lived after the separation."
"I still say the same thing, I can't write two words "Yang" in one stroke. Even if you brothers start a new business, you are still the people under my feet and the closest relatives."
"Dad, don't say so many opening words, just get to the point..."
The second child, Yang Hualin, couldn't help but interrupt.
Today is the birthday of Duke Lan'er, and he will rush to the south end of the village to celebrate his birthday later.
Hearing Yang Hualin's urging, Old Yangtou looked a little unhappy.
Mr. Tan said angrily from the side: "You are in such a hurry to reincarnate?"
Yang Hualin was startled, but before he could say anything, Yang next to him became unhappy.
"Mom, can you have some good words? Today is my natal father's birthday, can you say something auspicious?" asked Yang.
Tan snorted and turned away.
Here, Lao Yangtou coughed heavily: "Stop arguing, let's get down to business."
Everyone's eyes fell back on Old Yangtou.
Yang Ruoqing knew that the next meeting would be like a meeting with Old Yang, and it would definitely be a long speech.
She and Daan sat on a high stool, simply found a comfortable position, and put her head on Daan's shoulder, squinting to listen.
Over at the Eight Immortals table, Old Yangtou spoke up again.
"I'm inviting everyone here today, mainly to talk about this year's ancestor worship."
"This is the first year to worship ancestors after the separation of the family. It also coincides with the birth of the first scholar in our old Yang family."
"This year's ancestor worship, our old Yang family will do a good job. Then all four of us will go to the mountain to burn incense and kowtow to our ancestors."
"Buy more firecrackers and put them on your ancestors' graves."
"The daughters-in-law put more effort into the offerings for ancestor worship, and the men each have a pair of poles and shovels."
"We'll wet your grandma's grave again when the time comes. It rained for several days last time, so the grave has collapsed a bit." Old Yangtou said.
When everyone heard this, they all whispered to each other below.
After whispering to each other, they began to express their opinions.
Yang Huaan shook his sleeves, straightened his back, and was the first to stand up as the eldest brother.
"This year my son Yongxian passed the examination and became a scholar, bringing glory to our old Yang family. He will definitely go to announce the good news to his ancestors."
"I agree with dad's suggestion. Let's worship our ancestors and do it well." Yang Hua'an said.
Old Yangtou nodded happily, and then looked at Yang Hualin.
Yang Hualin had some reluctance on his face.
"Dad, I will definitely go burn incense. You guys can do this for me. My waist hurts when the weather gets cold. It's an old problem..."
"I bother!"
Tan spat and interrupted Yang Hualin's words.
"As soon as you are asked to contribute something, you just push back and hold back. If you look back, your ancestors will be blessed, and you won't have a share in being a second wife!"
Hearing Tan's words, Yang Hualin smiled.
"Come on, if you want to be disrespectful to your ancestors, my grandma's grave is not good in feng shui."
"All the good luck has been reflected on a girl from the third room. Men like us, we didn't get any benefit at all!"
When Yang Hualin said this, he did not forget to glance at Yang Ruoqing.
Yang Huazhong stood up, frowned and said to Yang Hualin: "You can eat as much as you want, second brother, you are a man, but you are not as capable as my daughter, so you blame your ancestors, how shameful is it?"
Yang Hualin was startled and his face turned red with anger.
Yang Huazhong was not interested in arguing with Yang Hualin.
He turned around and said to Old Yangtou and Tan: "Whether the second brother and the others come to wash the grave or not, my third room will definitely go anyway."
"The third brother is right. Our fourth brother will also go shower the grave!"
Yang Huaming quickly stood up and cheered for Sanfang.
"As a human being, we must not forget our roots. Our lives are given by our ancestors. We must respect our ancestors." Yang Huaming said.
Yang Hualin looked at Yang Huaming who had turned against him, and his teeth itched with hatred. End of chapter content -->
