Yang Huaming walked to Yang Huaan with his child in his arms.
Seeing Yang Huaan holding on to the wall, he turned sideways to hide.
Yang Huaming's suppressed anger suddenly burst out.
"Your son, you have hugged him"
He put the child into Yang Huaan's arms, turned around and left.
Yang Huaan took the child and saw the child's face at a glance.
He screamed, as if he saw a ghost, closed his eyes, raised his hand, and threw the child aside.
"ah"
"Don't"
Both Lao Yangtou and Yang Huaming saw it.
I watched helplessly as the child was about to be thrown to the ground by Yang Huaan and died.
Both father and son were frightened, but they were too late to pick him up.
At this moment, a figure flashed past the door of the house.
When Lao Yangtou and the others saw clearly again, they saw Yang Ruoqing standing at the door of the house.
In her arms, she held a carrot bag.
It was the child who was thrown out by Yang Huaan.
This side of the house door.
Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and lifted a corner of the cloth covering the child's head.
"hiss"
Even though she had seen many strange things, she couldn't help but take a breath.
No wonder Mrs. Sun was so frightened when she returned and refused to tell her what the child looked like.
No wonder she heard a quarrel inside as soon as she walked to the door of this house.
No wonder Yang Huaan wanted to throw out his own flesh and blood and throw them to death.
It turned out that the child had a harelip.
The extent of this crack is so big.
The crack started under the nose and extended all the way to the mouth.
The two sides are so wide that at first glance, it looks like a face has been split in half.
The bright red gums inside are exposed, and when crying, the little tongue wriggles slightly.
Really like a little monster
"Qing'er, fortunately you caught it"
A figure rushed to him.
Yang Ruoqing raised her head and saw her fourth uncle Yang Huaming.
The man's face looked anxious.
He took the child from Yang Ruoqing's arms, held it in his arms, turned around and hurried back to the house.
Yang Ruoqing came to her senses and followed her into the house.
In the room, Yang Huaming held the child and came to Lao Yangtou.
The man glanced at the child in his arms, with confusion and struggle on his face.
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In the end, everything became firm.
He raised his head and said to Lao Yangtou: "Dad, this child is not lost. I recognize him and I will raise him."
Old Yang was startled for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly.
Yang Huaan also raised his head suddenly and looked at Yang Huaming in shock.
"What did you say? Say it again," Old Yang asked.
Yang Huaming took a deep breath and said, "Come and reincarnate as my fourth room. After all, you are destined to be with my fourth room, and you will have one life after all."
"Although he is not my biological child, in the end he is still related to me by blood."
"Keep this child, I will raise him as my own son and let him have food and clothing for the rest of his life," Yang Huaming said.
Old Yangtou understood, but was dumbfounded.
Yang Huaan looked stunned, but in the end, he lowered his head in frustration and said nothing.
Tan couldn't wait to pick up the crutch at hand and wanted to hit Yang Huaming.
"This is a god of plague and a disaster star. If he stays, it will bring bad luck to our old Yang family."
The crutch fell on Yang Huaming's back, making a loud thud.
Yang Huaming protected the child with his own body and knelt down in front of Lao Yangtou and Tan.
"Father, mother, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Please let me keep this child."
Old Yangtou was still silent.
Tan was still beating him, gritting his teeth.
It seemed that if Yang Huaming didn't let go, she would beat him to death.
A stick was about to fall on the back of Yang Huaming's head, when suddenly, it was held by a hand.
"Okay, I'll hit you, but you still dare to hide"
Tan was furious.
"Fourth uncle didn't hide, it was me," Yang Ruoqing said.
"You are blind and can't see. If you catch me, I'll beat you. If you hit me with this stick, my fourth uncle's skull will be split open."
Yang Ruoqing said displeased.
Mrs. Tan spat: "If you are so stubborn and unruly, if you beat me to death, I will not be alive."
Yang Ruoqing sneered: "Tiger poison can't even eat its seeds. Why do you like white-haired people so much and give them to black-haired people?"
"Okay, then I won't stop you, you fight, you fight, you fight until you die."
Yang Ruoqing really gave up and stepped aside.
Tan's crutch hung above Yang Huaming's head, but it did not fall down again.
"Huh, I don't care anymore. You can do whatever you want with it."
Mrs. Tan spat, put away her crutch, kicked out of the west room and went back to her own east room opposite.
In this room, Yang Huaming glanced at Yang Ruoqing gratefully.
Then, the man turned around and knelt in front of Lao Yangtou without getting up.
Old Yangtou looked at Yang Huaming, and then at the child in his arms.
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After a while, the old man let out a long sigh.
"That's all, then just keep it. If you regret it in the future, don't blame me for not reminding you today."
After saying these words, Lao Yangtou also turned around and left the room.
Yang Huaan quickly followed Lao Yangtou out of the house, not daring to stay for a moment longer.
Yang Ruoqing withdrew her gaze from Mrs. Liu, who was still shivering in the quilt on the bed, and landed on Yang Huaming.
"Fourth uncle, get up."
She came over and helped Yang Huaming up from the ground.
"Fourth Uncle, you have to think clearly." She said loudly.
"When you raise him, not only do you have to bear the rumors around you, but he himself also has to bear a lot of pressure."
"After all, this appearance is too big," she said.
Yang Huaming raised his eyes and looked at Yang Ruoqing sincerely.
"Qing'er, you have medical skills. You can make your father's legs stand up, and you can also bring Mother Shuanzi back to life."
"Can you save this child?"
Faced with Yang Huaming's plea, Yang Ruoqing frowned.
Then, she shook her head without hesitation.
"As long as I can remedy it, I will never stand idly by," she said.
"It's really beyond my ability. Even the best doctor in Daqi will probably have a hard time restoring this child."
Even in modern times, advanced medical technologies and methods cannot restore children with cleft lips to their original state.
What's more, this ancient countryside was very backward in all aspects of medical care.
"Fourth Uncle, think about it yourself."
After saying this, Yang Ruoqing also left the room.
Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles.
The news that a monster had been born in the fourth room of Lao Yang's family spread throughout the village in just half a day.
So much so that when Yang Ruoqing was washing clothes in the pond at the entrance of the village, all the women on both sides came over to inquire about her.
"I don't know, don't ask me."
She dismissed it with these words.
After returning home, I found my father Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo talking in the main room.
Mr. Sun sat aside.
They probably talked about the fourth room, and Yang Huazhong didn't look very good.
Seeing Yang Ruoqing coming in carrying washed clothes, Mrs. Sun hurriedly came over to greet her.
"Mom, go hang the clothes. You can go to the main room. Your father and your Uncle Luo are about to talk to you about the house." Mrs. Sun said.
"OK."
Yang Ruoqing handed the bamboo basket, mallet, and barrel to Sun, then turned around and came to Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo.
