"Oh, is the fourth son of the Yang family good at that or not?"
"It definitely wasn't possible a few years ago. Didn't Mrs. Liu complain several times in the village?"
"Then it will be alright now. With a young wife, I guess Liu will have nothing to worry about, hahaha..."
Everyone laughed.
Yang Ruoqing and Zhao Liu'er squeezed through these people. When they heard these words around them, they were really filled with black threads.
Each of these women really dare to think and speak!
Too lazy to argue with them, Yang Ruoqing took Zhao Liu'er and hurried into Lao Yang's house.
In the backyard of Lao Yang's house, Mrs. Liu's cries came from the west wing.
While crying and cursing, Jin and Fu'er poked their heads at the door. In addition, other people from the old Yang family gathered around the door of the east room opposite.
Yang Yongxian, Yang Yongzhi, Yang Yongqing, etc...
Compared to the west room, the east room was a bit eerily quiet.
Is this the calm before the storm?
Yang Ruoqing was thinking in her heart, and she quickened her pace towards the east room.
As soon as I walked to the door of the east room, I heard a crisp sound from inside. It should be that the tea bowl was smashed to the ground.
Zhao Liu'er, who was following Yang Ruoqing, paused for a moment, "Qing'er, I'd better not go in. I'll wait outside."
Yang Ruoqing turned her head and glanced at Zhao Liu'er without forcing her, "Yeah."
Then she turned around and entered the east room.
In the east room, Mrs. Tan was sitting on the bed and Yang Huamei was sitting on the edge of the bed.
On the ground in front of the bed, two people were kneeling.
Two men and women in ragged clothes.
One is Yang Huaming, and the other is Xiaojuan, who was pregnant with Liujia, and was the maid of the Yang family in Yuncheng.
In front of Yang Huaming, Old Yang stood with his head turned away from him. The old man's body was stiff and his face could not be seen.
Yang Huazhong stood beside Lao Yangtou, but his eyes were angrily glaring at Yang Huaming who was kneeling on the ground. The man clenched his fists with both hands.
Beside Yang Huaming, the tea bowl was shattered on the ground, and on his back, the overnight tea leaves mixed with tea were also hanging all over.
Yang Huaming knelt there, with his head hanging down, and choked with sobs: "Father, please beat your son to death. It was because his son was obsessed and brainwashed by Yang Wenxuan that he did such stupid things..."
"Dad, when I came back from this trip, my son never thought about living. I just ask you to keep Xiaojuan and her son for the sake of the father-son relationship we have had in this life."
"She is pregnant with her son's baby, her son's flesh and blood. As long as my father can take them in, even if my son dies, I will still be smiling, because I finally have a child..."
As soon as Yang Ruoqing came in, she heard Yang Huaming's words.
He immediately frowned. Is Fourth Uncle taking retreat in order to advance?
Sure enough, it was not only Yang Ruoqing who was unhappy with Yang Huaming's words, but also other people who had ears and could think normally.
"Fourth, what do you mean by this? You keep saying that you know you are wrong, but then you still say that you will live or die like this?"
Yang Huazhong asked in a deep voice.
"Are you deliberately threatening your life and death? Are you threatening our parents to take them in?" Yang Huazhong asked again.
Yang Huaming raised his crying face and looked at Yang Huazhong pitifully.
"Third brother, I didn't mean that..."
"Then what do you mean?" Yang Huazhong interrupted Yang Huaming and asked again.
"As a man, there is an old man at the top, a young man at the bottom, and a wife in the middle,"
"You shouldn't be messing around outside!"
"You ran off with someone else's girl. You had no name or status and you got pregnant with your baby. You've brought such trouble to someone else, but you still don't dare to shoulder this responsibility and leave it to our parents to raise it for you? "
"What are you going to do yourself?"
"Go to hell?"
"Can death solve everything?"
"Have you ever thought about your daughters or Kang Xiaozi? Have you ever thought about the child in Xiaojuan's belly?"
"You don't know you are wrong, or in other words, you are deliberately pretending to be pitiful, threatening your parents with death, and intimidating your parents so that your parents will forgive you and not hold you responsible for your fault!"
"Fourth, you are too hypocritical and selfish. You are already desperate. You are still playing tricks with us and telling these lies. Is it interesting?" Yang Huazhong shook his head and stood aside, not wanting to say anything more.
Old Yang also slowly turned around, lowered his head and looked at the man kneeling on the ground in front of him, crying bitterly, as embarrassed as a beggar's fourth son.
A line of tears welled up from the old man's eyes, but his weather-beaten face was full of disappointment.
Deeply disappointed.
"What your third brother said is also what I want to say," the old man said solemnly.
"Since your third brother has spoken out for me, I won't waste my breath." The old man said again.
Yang Huaming panicked. He opened his mouth and cried loudly. His cry once overshadowed the Liu family in the west room opposite.
"Father, mother, third brother, it was me who was wrong. I was so obsessed that I could only believe Yang Wenxuan's nonsense. I was wrong. I deserve to die. I really deserve to die!"
"Yang Wenxuan?" Old Yangtou snorted coldly, "You still have the nerve to mention Yang Wenxuan? Go and find out. That traitor was beheaded by the government in Caishikou."
"Why? He strangled the old man to death!" the old man said.
Yang Huaming was shocked and looked at Xiaojuan beside him. Both of their eyes were full of fear.
Yang Huaming suddenly raised his hands and slapped his face, making a crackling sound.
While beating himself, he still shouted: "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, I deserve to die even if I am cut into pieces with a thousand cuts!"
People inside and outside the house could hear their eyes twitching.
Lao Yang shouted for the first time: "That's enough!"
Yang Huaming just stopped and raised his dirty face, dripping with tears, nosebleeds and snot, to look at Old Yang's head.
Old Yangtou said: "According to my character, this family will definitely never want you again, and I don't want your son either."
"only……"
Old Yang glanced at Xiaojuan, especially when he saw Xiaojuan's big belly, the old man had a look of doubt on his face.
"Meier, please take Xiaojuan to find a house to rest first. It seems that she has been hungry for a while. Let's get some food first."
Old Yangtou ordered.
Yang Huamei originally didn't want to help anyone and anything related to Yang Huaming.
However, because Xiaojuan's arrival would make Liu Shi, who had not yet had time to leave Lao Yang's house, react, Yang Huamei felt particularly happy.
"Okay, I'll take Xiaojuan to dinner right now."
Yang Huamei said, happily getting up and coming over to help Xiaojuan.
Xiaojuan looked at Yang Huaming with inquiring eyes, and Yang Huaming said: "You and my sister can go out first."
Xiaojuan just glanced at Yang Huamei gratefully, lowered her head and walked towards the door of the east room.
Yang Ruoqing suddenly called out to the two of them, "Auntie, you'd better call my third sister-in-law to come with you. Don't worry about my fourth sister-in-law getting mad and coming to cause trouble for Xiaojuan."
Yang Ruoqing thought for a moment and then added: "The main reason is that Xiaojuan is pregnant with Liujia. If anything happens, it will not be good for our old Yang family!"
