Seeing Lao Yang patting the armrest of the chair, Mrs. Tan also slammed the tea bowl on the table.
"You think I'm disgusting now, why did you go there earlier?"
"When we were married, you would pull me to kiss you before and after meals. You would kiss me several times in the morning when you woke up without brushing your teeth and washing your face. You had to kiss me in a stringy way. Why didn't you kiss me at that time? Do you think I'm disgusting?"
Faced with Tan's strong questioning, Old Yang raised his head and covered his face with one hand, saying repeatedly: "It's so disgusting, so disgusting. She dares to say anything. This old woman is getting more and more shameless..."
"Old woman, old woman, you are an old woman when you open your mouth and shut up, you are a bad old man, why don't you show yourself soaked in monkey urine!"
Tan couldn't get over his anger just by scolding him, so he grabbed a handful of broad beans and smashed them over Lao Yang's head, using the trick of 'throwing beans to form an army'.
A broad bean jumped directly onto the bridge of Lao Yangtou's nose, causing him to groan and struggle to push his wheelchair toward the door of the east room.
But Tan rushed forward first and grabbed the back of the wheelchair from behind, preventing Old Yangtou from escaping.
"Want to escape? It's not that easy. I haven't finished speaking yet!"
"I have nothing to say to you, you crazy bitch, let go, let go!"
"I won't let it go. I'm crazy. A lunatic stabs someone with scissors and the government won't punish him."
A ray of cold light passed through Old Yangtou's unruly eyes. Tan magically took out a pair of scissors from the back of his clothes, instantly shattering Old Yangtou's last bit of unruliness. The old man was so frightened that he slapped the armrest of his wheelchair hard and pulled it apart. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Come, come, come, help, help!"
In fact, there were people listening in the corner outside the east room all the time, and there were quite a few of them.
For example, outside the front door of the east room, under the windows, and under the windows at the back of the east room, Yang Huaming, Yang Yongqing, and Yang Huazhou are all there.
Why listen?
Except that Yang Yongqing has a special hobby, others are worried that the old couple will get angry when they meet again after a long separation. Unexpectedly, the fire of rekindling the old relationship did not burn up, but the fire of the enemy's narrow road started to smoke. .
So as soon as Old Yang opened his mouth to call for help, Yang Huaming, who was closest to the door, rushed in first.
There was no need to ask "What?" Yang Huaming stood directly between Lao Yangtou and Tan, with his hands raised high and a smile on his face: "Mom, don't use knives or guns on your big day, be careful with the sword. Eyeless..."
Mrs. Tan said angrily: "Who asked you to send this disgusting thing to my house on this big day?"
"Disgusting stuff?"
Yang Huaming didn't react for a moment. Old Yang, who was sitting in the wheelchair, was dissatisfied. He twisted his body and shouted: "Which one is disgusting? Which one is disgusting? Don't you have any idea?"
Tan poked the scissors in front of Old Yang's head with a click, no more than five inches away from his mouth and nose, and smiled evilly: "Look what I'm holding in my hand? Do you think your tongue is in the way?"
Lao Yangtou immediately shut up and stared at the scissors in the middle, almost becoming cross-eyed.
Yang Huaming was also frightened by Tan's sudden move and his calves became weak.
After Tan knocked Jiang Er unconscious with a tea bowl, Yang Huaming did not doubt Tan's courage at all. She was a real tiger!
"Mom, don't, don't do this...Here, give me face and put down the scissors first..."
Yang Huaming bravely took the scissors from Tan's hand carefully.
Fortunately, Mrs. Tan didn't resist much and allowed Yang Huaming to take away the scissors.
Just as Yang Huazhou and Yang Yongqing arrived shortly afterwards, Yang Huaming threw the scissors into Yang Huazhou's hands. Yang Huazhou put them away with great tacit understanding, and everyone relaxed a little.
Mrs. Tan snorted and raised her two fingers. The nails were very long.
She looked at Lao Yangtou's eyes and made a few gestures: "Without the scissors, I can still pick out those tricks of yours!"
Old Yang's cross-eyed eyes were so frightened that he immediately turned east and west. He was so dizzy in the wheelchair that he almost fell down.
Yang Huaming hurriedly ordered Yang Yongqing: "Young man, hurry up and push your father to the canteen for tea!"
Yang Yongqing was very playful and hadn't had enough of watching the fun. He said with a smile: "There are no people in the dining hall, so it's better to let grandma and grandpa sit together. It's so lively..."
"You're so busy, why don't you hurry up!" Yang Huaming almost made his eyes pop out.
Yang Huazhou also winked at Yang Yongqing, but Yang Yongqing had no choice but to reluctantly push Old Yang's head towards the door.
Behind him, Mrs. Tan called out to him.
"Young boy, come back later and bring a basket of plant ashes to scatter in my house to remove the bad luck!"
Yang Yongqing was confused and sniffed his nose vigorously: "Nai, there is no mold in your house. It doesn't even smell like urine!"
"What do you know? Some old guys are coquettish and promiscuous. Wherever they are, where is the bad luck?"
Yang Yongqing understood instantly.
Yang Huaming and Yang Huazhou were stunned for a moment before, and Yang Huazhou was even looking around.
At this moment, the two brothers looked at each other, slightly embarrassed.
And Old Yangtou had dark clouds above his head, and there seemed to be bursts of muffled thunder in the dark clouds, and there could be lightning and thunder at any time.
Yang Huazhou couldn't help but grab the wheelchair from Yang Yongqing's hand, pushed it up and left the house. It was best to stay away from right and wrong.
Yang Yongqing looked around and followed Yang Huazhou and Lao Yangtou to the dining hall, while Yang Huaming stayed in the east room to deal with the aftermath.
"Mom, why can't you give us some face? Please don't embarrass me..."
"You bastard, if I hadn't given you face, would I have agreed to let him come back for a banquet?"
"Okay, okay, mother, you gave us face. We are grateful to you before it's too late. Then can't you be a good person and send Buddha to the west to endure these two days?"
"cannot!"
"emmmm..."
Finally, at Tan's strong request, Yang Huaming promised not to let Old Yang enter the east room again. Tan finally settled the matter, took off her shoes, sat back on the bed, picked up her sewing basket, and continued to do needlework.
Yang Huaming hurriedly called Jin and the three girls to the east room to keep Tan company.
After finishing all this, he went to the dining hall again.
Old Yangtou is no longer in the canteen. Yang Yongqing is sitting there with his legs crossed, drinking tea and eating melon seeds.
"You brat, you're not afraid of getting into trouble just because you're watching the excitement. I was so anxious before, but you're still stupid enough to stay in the east room and not leave!"
Yang Huaming also sat down, took a sip of tea and scolded Yang Yongqing.
Yang Yongqing grinned and said in a low voice: "Fourth uncle, have you noticed that unless my breast is blind and my legs are lame and I can't get up from bed, there is no way to cure me. As long as my breast can run, move and see things, My father has nothing to do with her."
Yang Huaming was stunned for a moment, and then thought about it carefully, hey, it seems that's really what happened!
