The couple have experienced a lot together for so many years, and Sun believes in Yang Huazhong's judgment.
"No matter what kind of strange thing it is, it has nothing to do with us. Let's not keep getting involved, lest the old man say that we are blindly suppressing Yongxian, which will not sound good." Sun persuaded tactfully.
Yang Huazhong nodded: "I think so too. I don't care about Yongxian's affairs, and I can't control them."
"Even if we go to White Goose Town with the young boy to inquire about it, it's best not to let the old man know about it. Let's close the door and live our own lives, and let him do whatever he wants."
"We are not envious after making money, and we are not jealous when we shine on the lintel. Our family, Da'an, Qing'er, and Tang Yazi, are all good people."
"We didn't make any money, or maybe we got into trouble. We're so far apart, so we can pretend not to know. Let's just leave it to ourselves!"
The couple unified their thoughts, and from now on, Yang Yongxian's matter was no longer mentioned.
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On a rainy winter night, someone was beating the yard of Yang Huazhong's house like crazy. Amidst the patter of rain, the man's heart-rending cry could be faintly heard: "The third child! The third child!"
Yang Huazhong suddenly sat up from the bed, "Who is calling me?"
Mrs. Sun was also awakened and listened intently outside, hearing nothing but the sound of rain.
"Why would someone shout when it rains so heavily? Maybe he heard wrongly." said Sun.
Yang Huazhong opened the curtain and glanced at the hourglass on the table beside the bed.
It was just midnight, and it was as dark as ink outside.
"I just heard someone calling my name in my sleep." Yang Huazhong said again.
Sun said: "It's still raining in the middle of the night. You must have heard wrong. Don't respond carelessly."
Thinking of something, Mrs. Sun asked nervously: "You didn't answer, right?"
Among the warnings passed down by the older generation, if you hear someone calling your name at night, especially in the middle of the night, it is best not to answer casually without seeing who the other person is.
Because it is possible that the 'person' calling you is not a person, and the person calling you is not your person, but your soul.
When chatting with Mei'er and the others, Mei'er mentioned one thing.
It is said that before her death, Dabai and Xiaohei's grandmother, Shuanzi Niang, was cleaning pots and pans in the kitchen one night.
The window on the other side of the kitchen faced the outside of the courtyard wall, and someone called her from the window.
At the time, she thought it was a neighbor who was passing by. Seeing her putting away the dishes so late at night, he leaned towards the window to say a few words to her. After all, it was a common thing before.
As a result, I agreed without even thinking about it.
When I turned around to look, there was nothing outside the window.
She felt a chill all over her body at that time, and comforted herself that it was probably someone who just yelled and ran away, deliberately scaring her.
The next day when she met her neighbors and talked about it, no one acknowledged it, so she started to murmur in her heart and was careful about everything she did.
As a result, in the first month of the following year, on the night of watching a big show in the village, she saw Daping Niang and Shuanzi's father talking together. Their behavior seemed a bit affectionate. Daping Niang didn't even question them, but rushed home, took a rope and hung her neck.
When Mei'er chatted about old things with Sun, Bao Suyun and the others in private, she couldn't help but say a few words, maybe Shuanzi's mother was lured away by that shout the next year.
This is why he hangs his neck and puts his life on the line for a trivial matter, which is simply not what normal people should do.
So tonight, Mrs. Sun was very concerned about whether Yang Huazhong responded just now, and when she saw that Yang Huazhong didn't reply to her, she became even more nervous.
Yang Huazhong did not have the thoughts of the women, but kept listening to the movements outside.
Suddenly he raised his head and said, "No, someone is indeed banging on the door. I just heard someone calling me again. I need to go take a look."
Yang Huazhong got out of bed decisively. Sun knew that she couldn't stop him, so she got out of bed and helped him get clothes, raincoat and bamboo hat.
Yang Huazhong opened the door, came to his senses and said to Sun: "Those are too troublesome, I can just hold an umbrella, and you can stay in the backyard."
His figure immediately disappeared into the rain. Mrs. Sun couldn't sit still, so she quickly put on her coat, opened an umbrella and chased after him.
Mrs. Sun came to the main room in the front yard, lit the candle on the table, put it on a lampshade, held it up with one hand, and protected the wind with the other hand. She went to the corridor at the entrance of the main room and looked towards the entrance of the courtyard.
At the entrance of the courtyard, as soon as Yang Huazhong opened the door, a man fell inside with the door and was held by Yang Huazhong.
"Growing roots?"
"Third brother, I did wake you up."
Yang Huazhong touched the wet patch on Chang Gen's body, shivering with cold, "We'll talk after we get inside."
In the main room, the fire was still burning in the fire barrel before going to bed at night, and the children's shoes were placed in it to dry all night.
Mrs. Sun took out all the shoes, turned up the fire a little, and Yang Huazhong sat in, holding on to his long, stiff roots.
Mrs. Sun turned around and made another hot tea and brought it over for Chang Gen to drink.
After a while, I finally managed to catch my breath. With trembling lips, I said to Yang Huazhong: "Third brother, I came here to borrow the carriage from you. My nephew suddenly fell ill. I don't know what the illness was. I invited Uncle Fu and his son. In the past, Uncle Fu was pushed to the ground by that bastard, and his eldest son said that my nephew's illness came on strangely, like a madman or a violent disorder, and they couldn't cure it."
"What? You mean Brother Lao Gen's son Li Mao is sick?" Yang Huazhong couldn't believe it, and Mrs. Sun next to him was also stunned.
Chang Gen has a cousin named Lao Gen, whose full name is Li Laogen.
Li Laogen is an honest and honest farmer. He is about the same age as Yang Hualin. His personality is just like his name. Compared with Yang Hualin's monkey spirit, Li Laogen is like an old tree root.
When Yang Huazhong and Chang Gen were young, they both liked to hang around behind their brothers, Li Laogen and Yang Hualin.
Li Laogen takes good care of these younger brothers.
But he was too honest, had no skills and no connections. At the age of marriage, Yang Hualin, a monkey man, married Yang, the daughter of the young Yangtou family who lived in the south of the village and was well off at that time.
And Li Laogen has been a bachelor.
Until his younger brothers Yang Huazhong and Chang Gen had children, Li Laogen was still a bachelor.
Twenty years ago, Li Laogen, who was in his early thirties, went to the town to attend the market and picked up a fleeing woman on the way back.
The woman was clean and looked ordinary, and she was not very fluent in what she said or did. She only knew that her name was Peng, and that she came from the north.
Everyone said her brain was slower than the average person's.
But the good thing is that he is not a bad person. He usually stays quiet and does not conflict with anyone. He can also cook and wash clothes.
So Li Laogen married Peng and let her live peacefully in Changping Village.
Mrs. Peng was so confident that she gave birth to a son for Li Laogen the year after she entered the family. A few years later, she gave birth to a daughter for Li Laogen. At this point, Li Laogen finally ended his bachelor career and lived as a mother-in-law. The days when children are on the hot bed.
Tonight, it is this son who is sick, named Li Mao.
Nine Heavens God Emperor
