That day, Song gave Yang Ruoqing a white look and said, "I really have nothing to do with that Widow Li. Don't listen to the wind."
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but hit him on the shoulder: "Widow Li doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut. She told everyone about all the things about you. You have to stop talking. Be careful that Yaxue finds out and makes trouble with you, not to mention that your family is big. My son is already over ten years old, please be careful!"
Narisong's face became more serious now. He took a sip of sugar water and said angrily: "I didn't want to provoke you at first. It was the woman who dragged me into the straw pile first. I struggled and resisted..."
Resistance was ineffective, so he surrendered.
Yang Ruoqing was so angry that she gritted her teeth: "You, you, think about it clearly. That woman is not only hooking up with you, but also with the old bachelors in our village. After Red Goose left, Zhao Dagou went to the yard of Widow Li's house frequently these days. Diamond, be careful you have a heart disease!"
Risong was trembling all over that day and couldn't hold the bowl steady.
"I'm sure. Yaxue, you kept it secret for me while I went to work." He put the bowl on the ground, got up and went over to dig.
Yang Ruoqing shook her head, picked up the bowl and went to the main room to clean it up.
Luo Fengtang was not allowed to do these strenuous tasks of digging the ground. She would occasionally hand over tools to help with the work, or serve tea and water.
The ground there was hard and there was loess underneath, so it would take a while to dig out the dirt.
Yang Ruoqing put away the tea bowl and boiled another pot of water. Shengnan's father came over, holding an empty bowl in his hand. It was the bowl that Shengnan had brought the porridge to earlier.
"Has it been dug yet?" He asked Yang Ruoqing without addressing him after entering the room, and then poked his head towards the west room.
Three tall and strong men in the west room each held a shovel in their hands and shoveled down from three directions. The shoveled soil was placed in a dustpan next to it, and Xiang Shengnan carried it to the back of the yard outside the house.
"Tsk, tsk, this is so hard to dig." Shengnan's father looked at the excitement for a while, then shrank back and came over to the stove.
There was a large open bowl on the stove, with a few pieces of scallion and egg pancakes left in it.
Although it was already cold, it still looked good. The green chopped green onions and bright yellow egg flakes made Sheng Nan's father, who had just finished the porridge, become greedy.
"This cake sticks really well, let me try it and it tastes like this..."
As he spoke, Yang Ruoqing stretched out her hand, and with quick eyes and quick hands, she brought the bowl to herself.
"My father-in-law, what are you doing?" she asked deliberately.
Sheng Nan's father's face was not red at all, he chuckled and said, "I'm not full. I saw this cake was so rare that I wanted to try it."
Yang Ruoqing put the bowl into the pot, "Normally I won't stop you from eating as much as you want, but not right now. This is dry food for them."
Shengnan's father raised his two fingers and gestured, "I don't eat too much, so I just pinch a small piece like this."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "This cake is dry food for workers. If you eat it, you will have to dig the land for us."
"Don't talk about this small piece, just this whole piece, this whole bowl, I'll give it to you."
Katsunan’s father was hesitant.
Yang Ruoqing was about to add fuel to the fire when Xiang Shengnan was carrying a load of soil out. When he passed the door, the rope suddenly broke and he fell to the ground with the dustpan attached. The dust in the dustpan spilled out and made him fall all over again. My feet have become like a native.
"Shengnan, are you okay?" Yang Ruoqing hurried over to help him.
Shengnan's father's eyebrows moved, and the opportunity came.
But he didn't expect that before leaving, Yang Ruoqing stuffed the bowl of cakes into the pot and covered the pot with an astonishingly fast movement.
"Come on, let me help you up." She pulled Xiang Shengnan up from the ground and patted the dust off his body.
Luo Fengtang also came out after hearing the sound, and hurried over to help pick up the pole and dustpan on the ground.
"Qing'er, help Shengnan go sit over there for a while, and I'll send the dirt out." Luo Fengtang said.
Yang Ruoqing was about to nod when Xiang Shengnan struggled over and grabbed the dustpan from Luo Fengtang's hand: "Sister, brother-in-law, I'm fine. The rope just broke. I can carry it with my hands..."
"It's okay, just take a rest." Luo Fengtang shoveled the dirt back into the dustpan with a shovel and carried it out the door.
Yang Ruoqing was about to persuade Xiang Shengnan to take a rest when she suddenly heard an exclamation from Shengnan's father behind her, followed by the clang of the pot lid falling to the ground.
The two turned around and saw Shengnan's father holding his ears with both hands and stamping his feet.
It turned out that he was burned after trying to steal the cake.
In front of Xiang Shengnan, Yang Ruoqing didn't say anything, or even deliberately didn't say it, in order to save some face for her brother-in-law.
Moreover, she deliberately found an excuse to enter the West Room.
Xiang Shengnan is not stupid. When he sees his father's attitude, he knows what he is doing.
His face turned black, and he wanted to dive into the pile of dust that had just been thrown out.
It's a pity that the dust has been shoveled away by Luo Fengtang, and there is no place to drill.
"Dad, what on earth are you doing? Come, come, come out with me!"
Xiang Shengnan rushed to his father in three steps and dragged him towards the door in a low voice.
Shengnan’s father didn’t want to go out yet, and was thinking about the cake in the pot: “I’ll just grab a piece of cake and leave…”
"What are you taking? Don't you feel embarrassed?"
"Who are you throwing away? Your name is food..."
"You're not afraid of embarrassment, I'm afraid, come out, come out with me!"
"Don't bother..."
Xiang Shengnan dragged his father out of the main room with all his strength, handed him directly into the hands of the cattle dealer, and told him what happened before.
The cattle trader was so angry that his cheeks bulged. He raised the crutch in his hand and came after the father, wanting to beat him to death.
…
"We've dug so deep, why is there nothing better? This shouldn't be the case!"
Yang Ruoqing squatted on a pile of dirt that was too late to be transported away. She held her chin and looked at the nearly two-meter pit under her feet, feeling a little puzzled.
According to the previous speculation, this room is not clean, and there are dirty things in the quilt. Maybe it is because this room is built on a grave.
If there really is a grave underneath, then you should be able to see something after digging two meters, but there is nothing under these two meters. Could it be that the conjecture is wrong and the problem is not in this house at all?
"This place doesn't look like a place where people are buried." Risong took a few sips of sugar water and squatted over.
Yang Ruoqing turned to look at him, waiting for his next words.
That day, Risong casually grabbed a handful of soil, crushed it between his fingers, and put it under his nose to smell it.
"This soil doesn't have that smell. There would be no graves underneath."
Seeing Yang Ruoqing's lips move, Narisong quickly said: "Qing'er, do you want to ask me why I said that? Let me tell you, this is my secret. When I was young, I also met many people in Daliao. I'm a young master, I've eaten meat and drank wine with them, and I've had some experience in the industry."
"Well, what do you think we should do next?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Risong looked around the house that day and said, "I think we should change the place and continue digging. Maybe the grave is somewhere else in the house. Hmm... how about we dig from that side? If we dig again, If we don’t find anything useful, let’s find another place and continue digging..."
