"Dad, if you say that, it's not good. This is simply a scam!" Yang Huaming couldn't help shouting.
"If you have no shame, you are invincible." Someone in the crowd secretly spat.
Lao Yang was stunned and pretended not to hear, but his face became tense.
Yang Huazhong sighed, "Okay, don't say those condemning words. It doesn't matter. I have an abscess on my leg. If I want to save this leg, I have to dig out the rot." Meat."
"You guys watch him here. I'll go and invite some village elders over, as well as Old Jiangtou, Old Chentou, and the uncle from the south of the village. Please come over. This matter is official!"
After saying these words, Yang Huazhong turned around and walked towards the door of the hall.
Behind him, Lao Yangtou finally heard a horrified cry: "Lao San, don't go, don't go!"
Yang Huazhong has stepped out of the threshold with one foot, while the other foot remains in the main room.
Hearing this, he paused and stood there stiffly, but did not turn his head.
Lao Yang stumbled in his wheelchair and rushed behind Yang Huazhong: "Lao San, I am your biological father. Even if I do something like murder and arson, you, my son, have to hide it from me. Besides, I haven't done that yet." The thing is, I just sympathized with Mrs. Huang and gave her some money."
"This is a common problem for every man..."
"Dad, what do you mean by every man? What you said has wronged a lot of good men..." Someone immediately started to retort.
Lao Yangtou quickly changed his words and said, "Yes, yes, I made a mistake. Lao San, this is a common problem among most men. Your father and I are just ordinary men. Your mother is such a virtuous person. She and I We have been living with each other for a long time. She is blind and paralyzed. I do not dislike her. As a man, I feel that what I have done is benevolent and righteous enough..."
"So, are you complaining to us children? Are you wronged by asking you to live with your mother?" Yang Huazhong slowly turned his head and looked at Old Yang.
"Okay, I know how to do it."
After saying these words, Yang Huazhong stamped his foot and quickly walked out of the house and out of the yard.
Lao Yangtou shouted after him, pushing the wheelchair and rushing out.
The wheelchair hit the threshold, and Old Yangtou fell out of the wheelchair and fell to the ground, with a bloody hole on his forehead.
He wiped the blood from his face and made a few 'gurrr' sounds in his throat.
By the time Yang Huaming and the others heard the noise and chased them out, Lao Yang had already fainted.
He hurriedly carried Old Yang's head into the house and put it on the rocking chair. Yang Yongzhi was going to invite Uncle Fu, but Yang Huamei said, "Don't invite me. The wound looks scary, but it's not deep. Sister-in-law three is going to find some powder to stop the bleeding."
Mrs. Sun quickly went to get the medicinal powder, and Yang Huamei cleaned the wound on Old Yangtou and applied the medicine.
"Dad hasn't woken up yet, what should I do?"
"Pinch people."
"Filled with sugar water."
After much tossing, Old Yangtou finally woke up.
When he saw the people gathered in a circle in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, a little confused.
Immediately, his eyes regained clarity little by little, and he remembered everything.
"Where is the third child? Where is the third child? Call the third child back quickly!" He struggled to get up, but Yang Huaming held him down.
"Dad, please stop shouting. Third brother will be back soon and will bring the village elders with him to help you support the overall situation!"
Old Yangtou's face turned pale, and so did his lips.
His hands were trembling, his lips were trembling, his face was filled with despair, and he looked like the situation was over...
However, a series of footsteps stopped at the door of the yard.
Yang Huazhong's devilish voice sounded outside the courtyard door, "Open the door, I'm back."
"Don't open the door, don't open..."
Old Yangtou suddenly roared and grabbed Yang Huaming's arm.
Yang Huaming shrugged, "Dad, I didn't say I was going to open the door!"
Old Yang was stunned for a moment, and a trace of ecstasy flashed across his face.
The next moment, Yang Huaming smiled and said, "It's natural for the juniors to do errands like opening the door. You see, young boys are so obedient."
Old Yang turned around and saw that Yang Yongqing rushed to the courtyard door with his legs like a gust of wind, and opened the door with a creak.
Outside the door, stood seven or eight people headed by Yang Huazhong.
They are all familiar faces, Old Jiangtou, Old Chentou, Little Old Yangtou, several village elders in the village...
"It's over, it's over, it's really over now..."
Old Yangtou murmured in his heart, and fainted again with his eyelids.
Yang Huamei rolled up her sleeves and tried to pinch Renzhong, but Yang Huaming pushed her away.
"I'll come, I'll come. Let me try my hand this time. When they come in later, my father will probably faint several times. Then you all take turns, everyone will have a chance!"
Yang Huaming's nails just touched the bottom of Lao Yangtou's nose, and Lao Yangtou suddenly opened his eyes.
"Don't pinch, don't pinch, I'm awake, I'm awake..."
Yang Huaming smiled meaningfully, "Dad, you woke up at the right time. Haha, just wake up. I don't have much experience in pinching people. It will hurt after a while!"
Old Yangtou had no time to pay attention to Yang Huaming's teasing, and looked straight at the village elders and others who entered the house.
After several village elders came in, they all only glanced at Old Yang, and went straight to the table to sit down without saying hello.
Old Jiangtou, Old Chentou and Old Yangtou had always been on good terms, but they didn't come over to talk at this moment. They shook their heads and sighed, and followed the village elder to sit down at the table.
But because little old Yangtou is the younger brother of old Yangtou, he paused when he passed by old Yangtou, "Brother, what do you mean by this? You can't guarantee it in the late festival, you can't guarantee it in the late festival, hey! "
Yang Huazhong greeted several village elders and Lao Jiangtou to sit down. The rest of Lao Yang's family naturally pushed to the side and sat on the benches in twos and threes.
Lao Yang remained silent, sitting on the rocking chair with his eyelids drooped, staring blankly at his knees.
Yang Huazhong and Sun made tea for them. Then, the village elder took the lead and said, "Third eldest brother, all this is your family's family affair. Give us the face of these elders and let us Come and listen.”
"Then just tell us your decision directly. We will be a witness. As for anything else, don't embarrass us. Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite."
Yang Huazhong nodded, turned around and said to Sun, "Go get a pen and paper, I want to write something."
Sun immediately fetched it.
Yang Huazhong spread out on the table, dipped his pen in ink, and wrote a few lines on the paper without even thinking.
After he finished writing, he blew the ink on it and gave it to several village elders for review.
Among the village elders, the leader of the group was literate. When he saw it, his expression changed drastically.
"Third brother, didn't you say before that you would only open a family tree and remove your father's name? Why do you still want to..."
"I thought about it again and again and felt it was necessary to add the latter one."
Yang Huazhong said coldly, casting his cold eyes at Old Yangtou, "Since he dislikes my mother, let's make peace with him and go back to the bridge. If he wants to have a group of romantic wives and concubines, let him do whatever he wants!"
Ugly women farming: Mountain man doting on his wife
Ugly women farming: Mountain man doting on his wife
