After Huang finished scolding, she put the pony under her arm and walked toward home as usual. Old Yang quickly pushed his wheelchair to follow.
Huang walked a few steps, turned around and glared at Old Yang, "You old guy has a home and you won't go back. Why are you following me and you're going to die?"
Old Yangtou smiled and said with a kind face, "Niece-in-law, there is someone to blame for your injustice. It was someone else who bullied you, not me. I have no bad intentions towards you."
Huang turned around and spat hard at Old Yangtou.
"You're an old guy who wants to please and be nice, aren't all the three and five bedrooms of the Yang family your children and grandchildren? They bullied our old Zhang family, and you still want to get rid of them?"
Old Yangtou smiled good-naturedly, "Niece-in-law, please don't say that. I am also very angry with them. If it were ten years ago, I would definitely not be like this. Now that I am getting older, my legs are also weak." I can't control them because I'm lame, so you, Lezi, and your whole family have been wronged."
Mrs. Huang curled her lips and gouged out Old Yang's head fiercely. She was a little confused about what kind of medicine this old guy was selling in his gourd, so he came to talk softly to her.
"No matter what, you are a family. A nest of snakes and rats are not good things. Stay away from me."
After saying these words, Huang turned around and ran away.
Old Yangtou called her twice, but she ignored him and ran faster.
Old Yangtou looked disappointed, and there was something worrying about gain and loss in his heart. He had felt this kind of feeling when he was on a blind date with Tan fifty years ago.
It disappeared in the next few decades, and now, at the rare age of seventy, it was found in Huang.
Old Yangtou was filled with emotion. He looked down at his legs and sighed. At this moment, he felt so powerless.
In the evening, Yang Huazhong came back from work outside and found Bao Suyun, Cao Bamei, Zhao Liuer, and even Yang Huamei there.
The women sat in a circle around the table, and none of them looked very good.
Seeing Yang Huazhong coming back, Cao Bamei and Zhao Liu'er both stood up and left.
Bao Suyun also made an excuse and left, leaving Yang Huamei and Sun sitting there.
Yang Huazhong looked at the few who left, confused, "What? Why, so many people left as soon as I came back? What are you saying that I can't listen to?"
He walked towards the table, joking with Sun and Yang Huamei.
Sun smiled and stood up to pour him tea.
Yang Huamei pulled a face and said, "Third brother, do you think our father is blinded by eating lard? He is already a very old man, with loess buried to the root of his neck. Why are there still those who are so obsessed with my face?" He will be completely disgraced.”
Yang Huazhong looked confused, "What do you mean? Our father did something bad?"
Co-author: A few of them gathered here earlier and they were all talking about this matter.
Yang Huamei raised her hand and patted her face, "With my face, I really can't go out to meet people. In the past few days, many people in the village have been gossiping, saying that our father cares about that leper woman.
Mrs. Huang would go crazy and curse at people under the old maple tree at the entrance of the village every day. My father would be her guest no matter what, and he would smile as he listened and almost give her a pat on the hand."
Hearing his sister's words, Yang Huazhong felt like a thunderbolt hit him on a sunny day, and his whole body was instantly petrified.
"Is this something that other people are talking about behind your back? Some women in our village do whatever they want. We can't just let them lead us by the nose."
Yang Huazhong said that he felt that his words were unfounded.
People in the village like to gossip behind people’s backs, but there may be no reason for the rumors to come out of nowhere.
Yang Huazhong suddenly remembered what the fourth child had said to him a few days ago, and his face suddenly became ugly.
Mrs. Sun put the tea in front of him and said softly, "This sweet-scented osmanthus told me that when he saw Ms. Huang coming home, our father followed her and even took the initiative to chat with her."
"What?" Yang Huazhong's eyes widened and his voice became a little rough.
Yang Huamei raised her hands to cover her face, "I'm too embarrassed to see anyone."
Sun smiled bitterly, "Oscarpika was originally worried that our father would scold Mr. Huang. After all, Ms. Huang sat under the maple tree every day and criticized us. Osmanthus was originally worried that Mr. Huang would scold us later and bring our father with him. The wheelchair was overturned, and I was about to go over to smooth things over when I heard my father chatting up Mr. Huang."
"What did he say to her?" Yang Huazhong asked with a dark face, his voice was like thunder, and there was a dark cloud hanging over his head.
Seeing his appearance, Mrs. Sun shrank her shoulders and was afraid to say anything further.
"Say," Yang Huazhong urged in a deep voice.
Sun bit her lip and had no choice but to risk it.
"What our father said was not a word of criticism. It was all words of comfort and sympathy for the old Zhang family."
"boom"
Yang Huazhong threw the tea bowl in his hand to the ground, and the tea bowl shattered into pieces.
Mrs. Sun was so frightened that she didn't dare to say anything anymore and stood at a loss.
Yang Huamei stood up and came to the table, and said angrily to Yang Huazhong who was sitting there shaking with anger, "Third brother, I just can't figure it out. Our mother has been with our father and his wife for more than fifty years. Our mother is not dead yet. We Why does dad have all these extravagant thoughts?"
"He doesn't even weigh himself. He's already seventy-three. We can count the number of old men in our village who are still alive at seventy years old on one hand. Other people's old men are all honest. How about others? The old heart never grows old.”
"Meier, you don't understand, right? Men like young people all their lives. My mother is an old woman in her sixties, and my father has long been tired of seeing her."
Yang Huaming's voice suddenly sounded, and he walked in leisurely from the door with his hands behind his back.
"Fourth brother, our father is like this, and you still have the heart to make sarcastic remarks." Yang Huamei stamped her foot towards Yang Huaming and scolded him angrily.
Yang Huaming said, "I didn't say anything sarcastic. I had this bad premonition a few days ago. If you don't believe it, just ask Third Brother. I told Third Brother at that time, I said gangsters don't care about their age. My father is afraid." I must have some extravagant thoughts. Third brother said that I was just thinking nonsense. Now it has come true."
Yang Huamei looked at Yang Huazhong in surprise, intending to ask.
Yang Huazhong's expression gave her the answer.
This made Yang Huaming even more proud, as if he had instantly transformed from an old farmer who had accomplished nothing to a prophet, saint, and prophet.
Yang Huamei couldn't stand Yang Huaming's proud look. She curled her lips and said mockingly, "Fourth brother is indeed an expert. All his experience in the past has finally come in handy this time."
Yang Huaming lowered his face and said with a displeased expression, "What are you talking about? Do you understand what I call the prodigal son who will turn back without paying for the gold?"
"Hey." Yang Huamei rolled her eyes.
The prodigal son returns home. He is middle-aged, has no skills, his wife and children are separated, and he is an old bachelor.
"Okay, okay, you two should say a few words each. We are thinking about our father's affairs at the moment. Haven't we seen your third brother looking like this?"
Mr. Sun stepped forward to smooth things over. If they didn't mediate, the brother and sister might start fighting later.
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Ugly women farming: Mountain man doting on his wife
Ugly women farming: Mountain man doting on his wife
