The baggage was forced to be put back, and Yang Huamei's gaze shifted to the man kneeling on the ground.
"Brother?" Yang Huamei screamed in shock.
"After doing this for a long time, the thief is you? Oh my God!"
Yang Huamei was so surprised that she almost couldn't stand still.
Holding the crutch in his hand, he lifted it up and put it down again.
Put it down and lift it up again.
"Brother, how could you do this? I am your sister, and you are also concerned about your sister's money?"
Yang Huamei cried, threw away the crutch in her hand, and beat Yang Huaan's back and head hard with her hand.
Bang bang bang...
Bang bang bang...
It was like beating a drum, beating Yang Huaan all over his head, but he didn't dare to dodge.
He just knelt in the water and held his head in his hands, begging for mercy.
Yang Huamei was still crying, beating and scolding her.
At this time, Lao Yangtou came over.
"Meier, step aside and let me beat this beast to death!"
Old Yangtou came over, still holding the cane belonging to Tan that Yang Huamei had thrown away.
The old man dragged his legs, which were as heavy as lead, step by step to come to Yang Huaan.
Yang Hua'an slowly raised his head, his eyes looking into Old Yangtou's eyes that were filled with grief and anger.
"Dad, I..."
Bang!
Lao Yang hit Yang Huaan hard on the back with a stick.
This stick was not ambiguous at all. It made Yang Huaan groan and spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother!"
Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming both exclaimed in surprise.
Lao Yang raised his head and leaned on a crutch, not allowing his brothers to come over.
"This beast has done such an unscrupulous thing and has disgraced the eighteen generations of our old Yang family!"
"I have to beat him to death now!"
Old Yangtou cursed angrily, and the cane in his hand fell like raindrops on Yang Huaan.
No one dared to pull it up, nor were they willing to pull it.
Who asked Yang Huaan to do such a thing?
Yang Ruoqing tilted her head and watched with interest as Old Yang hit Yang Huaan.
I don’t know if Old Yangtou was so angry that his hands were shaking and he couldn’t hold the crutch steady, or if he was deliberately avoiding the vital point or something.
In short, the crutches all fell on Yang Huaan's shoulders, back, arms, or in the water beside him.
The water splashed out from the beating, but Yang Huaan couldn't be hit on the head.
If he was really beaten to death as he said, wouldn't it be enough to hit him on the head with a stick?
If you can't do it, you still want to say such cruel words, really!
Over there, Lao Yangtou beat Yang Huaan until he screamed.
Yang Huaan fell into the water several times, and Lao Yangtou pulled him up and beat him again.
In the end, the old man was tired of beating and scolding, and his body was slumped as if he was about to fall down at any time.
Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming came forward to support Lao Yang's head.
"Dad, you have to take care of yourself!" Yang Huazhong said.
Old Yang looked at the fellow villagers who were coming to watch the excitement, and then looked at Yang Huaan, who was covered in tears and begging for mercy.
The old man burst into tears and cried too.
He broke away from Yang Hua'an and Yang Huaming and turned to face the villagers.
The old man fell to his knees in the water with a bang.
"Folks, it's because of my poor teaching methods, old Yangtou, that I raised such a beast."
"It's the father's fault if a son doesn't teach me. It's my fault that I can't help the villagers. I'll make amends to the villagers!"
Old Yangtou choked and said, raised his hand and slapped himself hard in the face!
That slap hit Old Yangtou hard on the face, and also hit everyone's hearts.
Yang Ruoqing frowned, looking at Old Yangtou, and then at Yang Huaan over there.
Come to a conclusion: children’s education is really important.
Yang Huaan was simply crippled by Old Yangtou.
He is incompetent in literature and martial arts, and he also has a heart to do evil!
He deserves to be beaten to death!
Over there, brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming saw their old father kneeling on the ground to take punishment for Yang Huaan, while Yang Huaan was still sitting in the water, covering his face and sobbing.
The two brothers were really annoyed.
Yang Huazhong tried to stop Lao Yang from slapping his head, but Yang Huaming rushed back to Yang Huaan in three steps.
He grabbed Yang Huaan by the collar and lifted him out of the water.
Then an iron fist hit Yang Huaan directly in the face.
"puff!"
Yang Huaan spit out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and fainted on the spot.
…
The news that Yang Huaan was a thief spread throughout the village overnight.
Every household is talking about this matter.
The women who used to like chatting and laughing with Yang Huaan now look down upon their faces when they mention this former 'Friend of Women'.
Yang Huaan's reputation and image instantly collapsed in the village.
And Lao Yangtou also aged more than ten years overnight.
He is obviously only four or five years older than Lao Suntou, but now standing together with Lao Suntou, it feels like we are separated by generations.
Yang Hua'an fell ill in bed, and Jin was waiting beside him. Jin brought food, drinks and toiletries into the room.
Yang Huazhong and the others were unwilling to take a look at Yang Hua'an's house. Even during the two days of chatting at home, everyone deliberately did not talk about Yang Hua'an.
Talking about it is embarrassing and off-putting!
Yang Ruoqing only hoped that the water would fade away as soon as possible and then send Yang Huaan away.
Yang Huaan continued to top the list of hot topics in Changping Village for two days.
After two days, his fever subsided.
Why?
Because the imperial ministers who came from the capital to provide disaster relief arrived in Wanghai County.
Qing'an County suffered its first major flood in more than 50 years.
The disasters in Wanghai and Huguang counties under Qing'an County were particularly severe.
Everyone rushed to tell each other.
At Yang Ruoqing's house, the main room was quickly tidied up, and Old Yang no longer dared to occupy the main seat at the Eight Immortals table.
The family members were all neatly dressed and stood at the door of the hall, looking into the yard.
Except for Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, everyone else could not contain their excitement.
Why?
Because Li Zhengbo had already gone to the town to welcome the officials under the imperial envoy to the village to inspect the disaster situation.
There is water everywhere in the village. The disaster relief officials from the capital cannot have a place to sit or drink hot tea, right?
In this way, officials were neglected and deliberately harsh in flood control and disaster relief. It was the villagers who suffered.
So we discussed and decided to use Yang Huazhong's house as the reception point.
"Tangyaozi, what kind of person do you think this official under the Imperial Envoy would be?"
Standing in the public camp crowd, Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask Luo Fengtang in a low voice.
"Is it possible that he just wants to make money and receive benefits?" she asked again.
Luo Fengtang frowned slightly: "There are two different words for official, and no one can tell clearly. These days, there are too few good officials who really serve the people."
Yang Ruoqing nodded secretly.
Many officials use the name of disaster relief, but in fact their real purpose is to make money, or else to improve their performance, so as to facilitate their own promotion path.
