When Yang Ruoqing got up in the morning, she found that for the first time, Mrs. Sun was not busy in the kitchen.
"Xiao Hua, where is the third aunt?" She asked Xiao Hua, who was playing with Xiao An in the yard.
Xiaohua shook her head: "Half an hour ago, the aunt from the old house came over and dragged the third aunt away."
Why did you go to the old house early in the morning?
What's the matter?
Yang Ruoqing shook her head and came to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Xiaoduo was cooking porridge alone.
Yang Ruoqing said: "I'll cook breakfast, just help me stuff the firewood."
In the morning, it’s porridge with pickles as usual.
Scrambled eggs with chopped green onion and wormwood cake left over from last night.
Breakfast was ready, but Yang Huazhong and Sun didn't come back.
Yang Ruoqing greeted Xiaoan, Xiaohua and the others back to the dining hall, and the four of them finished their breakfast first.
Then Yang Ruoqing was planning to go to the old house to find Mrs. Sun, but Mrs. Sun happened to come back.
Mrs. Sun was covered in sweat, and her hair was wet and stuck to her forehead.
He looked a little tired.
Yang Ruoqing hurriedly came over and said, "Mom, what have you been doing? Why are you looking like this?"
Mrs. Sun said: "At dawn, your fourth aunt had fetal contractions."
"Your grandma sent your aunt over to me to help me."
"Ah, has my fourth aunt given birth?" Yang Ruoqing asked quickly.
"Yes, I gave birth." said Sun.
"Boy or girl?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.
Sun said: "Boy."
"Wow"
"Then my uncle, ah, wouldn't my grandma and the others be very happy?"
Yang Ruoqing asked.
The reason why Ms. Liu was able to be taken back after being expelled from Lao Yang's house was that Lao Yang still tolerated her in every possible way.
There is only one reason, and that is the baby in Liu's belly.
Old Yangtou favors boys over girls, and even a dozen grandsons are not too many.
In addition, the fourth uncle is inhumane and has three daughters at his knees.
Mrs. Liu gave birth to a son this time, and the old Yang family had a son. The fourth uncle also had a son in his name.
However, when she heard Yang Ruoqing ask this question, Mrs. Sun looked troubled.
Yang Ruoqing saw a clue.
"Mom, why are you looking like this? Is there anything else going on?"
Yang Ruoqing asked softly, stretched out her arm to hold Sun, and asked her to sit down in the dining hall.
Sun's face still looked bad.
Yang Ruoqing poured her a bowl of hot tea.
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Mrs. Sun held the hot tea in her hand, but her hand was trembling slightly.
He looked panicked.
Yang Ruoqing was even more surprised.
"Mom, what's going on? Don't be like this and tell me," she said.
Only then did Sun's eyes fall on Yang Ruoqing.
"Your fourth aunt gave birth to a freak."
The backyard of Lao Yang's house.
Mrs. Liu was lying on the bed with a scarf wrapped around her head.
He also had disheveled hair and looked like he was crazy.
"Hold it away, hold it away, don't show me that monster, it's scary."
Mrs. Liu howled, swung her hands away, and hid in the bed.
The room was still filled with a strong smell of blood.
Yang Huaming stood in front of the bed holding a radish bag wrapped in floral cloth, with a solemn expression on his face.
Mrs. Tan stood in the middle of the room, leaning on a cane, yelling at the bed.
"If you put all the dirty and smelly things into your own house and tell you to avoid eating, a monster will be born."
"You god of plague, broom star, take the monster you gave birth to and get out of Lao Yang's house."
Tan cursed and touched Yang Huaming.
He grabbed the radish bun from Yang Huaming's hand and threw it on the bed.
Yang Huaming came back to his senses and felt his heart tighten when he saw the radish buns being thrown out.
He rushed over and caught the carrot bun.
The children inside may have been frightened.
"Wow"
The cry was so loud that it made the roof tremble.
"Fourth brother, what are you doing to be such a monster? He's not your biological child. He could fall to death. Why are you protecting him?"
Tan brought the flames of war to Yang Huaming.
Yang Huaming hugged the carrot bag and said in a deep voice: "Mom, it doesn't matter whether he is my biological child or not, this child has a life after all."
"I bother"
"I told you to do this nonsense. This is God's punishment. You must be repaid."
Mrs. Tan seemed to have lost her mind and stood in the middle of the room, cursing.
"shut up"
An angry shout came from the door of the house.
It was Lao Yangtou, who came in with a face darker than the bottom of the pot.
"Don't let the scandal of your family go public. Keep your voice in check."
Lao Yangtou warned Tan in a gloomy voice.
Tan was furious, but she didn't dare to open her mouth again.
Lao Yangtou took his eyes away from Mrs. Tan and turned to look at the door of the house behind him.
"You are a man who is dawdling around, just come in."
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bsp; As Old Yang yelled angrily, Yang Huaan drooped his head and walked into the house.
Old Yangtou walked to Yang Huaming and glanced at the child wrapped inside.
My grandson who is white and fat
She weighed almost eight pounds when she was born, and she was quite big.
The old man's eyes fell on the child's face
A trace of fear flashed across the old man's eyes. He sighed, shook his head and stepped aside, as if he was mourning his heir.
"What to do"
He asked everyone in the room in a deep voice.
On the bed, Mrs. Liu hugged the quilt, huddled up, and her body shivered.
On the ground, Yang Huaming held the child without saying a word.
Yang Huaan stood in the corner and said nothing.
Mrs. Tan snorted: "What should we do? We must throw it away. Keeping such a monster at home will bring disaster to the whole family."
Old Yang looked at Yang Huaan: "Boss, please say something."
"Should we throw this child away or not?" the old man asked.
Yang Huaan didn't dare to raise his head, staring at his fat belly.
"Since mother said that, then just throw it away," he said.
Old Yangtou looked at Yang Huaan with a serious look.
Suddenly I felt that my son looked kind and cheerful.
My heart is really different from this kind appearance.
"After all, coming to our house to be reincarnated is considered fate." Old Yangtou said again.
“There are no outsiders here, and I don’t beat around the bush.”
"Boss, come here, take another look at this child, and hug him again. After all, you are his biological father," the old man ordered again.
After hearing this, Yang Huaan finally raised his head.
"Dad, it's already like this, I think it's better to forget it."
He leaned against the wall, not moving his feet.
When Old Yangtou saw this, he became even more angry.
"How can you be so cold-blooded?" The old man pointed at the child and scolded Yang Huaan.
"You are so cold-blooded even to your own flesh and blood. In the future, if your mother and I are too sick to get up, with feces and urine in our crotches, you will not dare to look at us like this."
The old man asked angrily, his face turning an eggplant color with anger.
Yang Huaan looked embarrassed when he saw that Old Yang was showing his true feelings.
"Dad, what are you doing?"
He sighed and still refused to move.
However, Old Yangtou was determined after eating the weight and ordered Yang Huaming: "Old Fourth, take the child over. You must let him take a good look and hold him now."
