Ju'er choked and nodded.
Yang Ruoqing glanced at Mrs. Liu again and shook her head. There must be something hateful about this poor person.
In the yard outside, when Yang Ruoqing came out, she saw Xiaojuan standing at the door of the kitchen crying.
Zhao Liuer comforted Xiaojuan in a low voice.
Yang Huamei ran over from the window on the side and patted Yang Ruoqing on the shoulder.
"Oh my God, I really didn't expect that someone as greedy as Sister-in-law and afraid of death would dare to hang herself one day?"
"Hahaha, if you don't like her, just obey her and be ruthless."
Yang Huamei said, looking like he was just watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.
Seeing that Yang Ruoqing did not respond to this topic, Yang Huamei glanced at Xiaojuan at the door of the kitchen.
Then he asked in a low voice: "Qing'er, if your fourth aunt makes trouble like this, what will happen to your fourth uncle? Will Xiaojuan be temporarily settled elsewhere?"
Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "My husband has a strong heart. My fourth uncle never really cared about my fourth aunt before. He married her because of pressure from my grandparents. My family must have been poor at that time."
"I have been restless since I got married. I would climb the widow's wall everywhere. In the past few years, I have become more peaceful because of my hidden illness."
"Now that the glory is rising again, I have met Xiaojuan, who is better than the fourth aunt in every aspect. You think it is strange that the fourth uncle's character can withstand her." Yang Ruoqing said.
Yang Huamei nodded and glanced at the kitchen over there again.
Zhao Liuer supported Xiaojuan and turned back to the kitchen.
"This Xiaojuan is indeed a maid from a wealthy family. Look, this pregnant woman looks as slim as a yellow flower girl from behind."
"Don't talk about your fourth uncle, even a woman like me can't take my eyes away."
"It seems that your fourth aunt's attempt to hang herself was in vain. She is destined to be unable to stop anything." Yang Huamei said.
Yang Ruoqing said: "You have a wolf-like heart, not to mention that this raw rice has been cooked into cooked rice. Hanging yourself is useless."
Yang Huamei asked again: "Then do you think your fourth aunt will seek life and death again?"
Yang Ruoqing stopped and turned to look at the West Room where crying could be heard from behind.
"It's hard to say. It depends on the follow-up."
Some people experience the pain of coming back from the dead because of a suicide attempt, and will lose the courage to commit suicide in the future.
The most common ones are those who commit suicide by taking sleeping pills or drinking pesticides. Being pressed on the operating table for gastric lavage is a more terrifying thing than death.
So once they are rescued, they will not try to die easily again.
Unless there is one situation, that is, reality is suffering, and life is worse than death, so you will stubbornly want to die.
In the eyes of such people, death is a kind of relief.
In view of Liu's personality and way of doing things, Yang Ruoqing was really not sure which type she belonged to.
"Everyone must be responsible for their own lives, not to mention that the fourth aunt is still an adult and has become a wife. She should know what she is doing!" Yang Ruoqing finally said.
Yang Huamei nodded, "That makes sense. Let's not talk about it. I'll go to the kitchen to help first."
Xiaojuan was placed in a room next to the east room where Lao Yangtou and Tan lived.
Old Yangtou made it clear that Xiaojuan would have her baby in this room for the time being, and she was not allowed to go out unless there was anything else.
As for Xiaojuan's three meals a day, she doesn't go to the fourth room with Lao Yangtou and Tan.
Lao Yangtou and Tan lived with whichever house, and Xiaojuan ate with that house.
Old Yangtou would not let anyone pay to support Xiaojuan, and Yang Huaming was penniless, so Xiaojuan's meals were subsidized by Old Yangtou and Tan.
Yang Huaming went back to the fourth room directly. In addition, Old Yangtou also gave a special order.
During the four months when Xiaojuan was raising her baby, Yang Huaming was not allowed to stay in Xiaojuan's room at night. He had to go back to his own room in the fourth room.
After the hanging incident, Lao Yangtou and Mrs. Tan didn't mention the matter of Mrs. Liu, and naturally the rest of Lao Yang's family didn't mention it either.
The days passed peacefully for the time being, and in a blink of an eye it was the twenty-fourth of the twelfth lunar month.
Long-term and short-term work, full work on the 24th.
Yang Yongjin and Cao Bamei returned from the county town with their two daughters.
Yang Huazhou and Bao Suyun also returned from the county with Dabao and Mianmian.
The front yard and back yard of Lao Yang's house suddenly became lively, and the whole village also became lively, and the New Year atmosphere became more and more intense.
Xiaojuan was very obedient and stayed in her small house every day without going anywhere. Occasionally she came out to the yard to bask in the sun.
At this time, Mrs. Liu would also come out of the west room opposite.
Either pour a basin of dirty water into the yard, or deliberately sweep the yard with a broom until the dust is flying.
Or get into the kitchen to cook, cursing the night owl and mice while cooking.
But those scolding words, as long as they have long ears and a sound mind, they can hear that they are scolding Xiaojuan for being shameless or something like that.
At this time, Xiaojuan could no longer bask in the sun and quickly got into her hut.
Yang Huaming had no time to stay at home and coordinate the backyard, because, as a penniless man, he shamelessly went to Blacksmith Luo.
Hearing that the fishing ponds were short of manpower, Yang Huaming wanted to make some money to survive this year.
Everyone has returned to the village to celebrate the New Year. Even Muzichuan, who has not returned to the village for two years, is back.
However, Luo Fengtang, who was so certain at first, has not come back yet.
Yes, it's just a letter.
The few words, the handwriting is still very sloppy, are his handwriting.
Apparently he was in a hurry when writing this letter.
"Go north, don't worry, the return date has not yet been determined!"
Heading north?
Did you go to the capital or somewhere?
He didn't make it clear, so Yang Ruoqing really couldn't guess.
"Didn't Zichuan just come back from the capital? Maybe he knows something." Tuoba Xian walked in holding Luo Baobao and said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Mom, you take care of the baby and Dazhi at home first, and I'll go to Mu's house."
In Muzichuan's study, Yang Ruoqing's godmother, Widow Liu, came in with a bowl of hot tea and cakes she made, then exited the room with a smile and went to the opposite room to spin and weave.
Here, Yang Ruoqing handed the letter directly to Mu Zichuan for reading.
After Mu Zichuan saw it, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Going north? Could it be that Brother Fengtang went to the capital to meet the Holy Spirit?"
Yang Ruoqing said: "Why don't you just say it even if you are a face-to-face saint? It's like playing a riddle."
"Zichuan, think carefully, did anything big happen in the capital before you came back?" she asked again.
Mu Zichuan frowned slightly and thought about it seriously.
"The big events are not too important. During the Chinese New Year, state officials from all over the country who meet the qualifications for official titles have to go to Beijing to meet the saint."
Yang Ruoqing nodded. She understood this. It was just like making a year-end report, reporting work to the superior leadership department.
"Did Tang Yazi go to the Ministry of War? But even if he went to the Ministry of War, he would have written clearly."
"From what I know about him, things are a little weird this time."
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