Mrs. Sun's eyes were dazed and at a loss, and all she could think of was praying to God to protect her from breaking the river embankment.
What Yang Ruoqing said to Sun could only support half of the reason.
The other half is due to Yang Ruoqing's own selfish motives.
She had sworn to avenge the melon last time.
Pregnancy is boring now, and it’s boring if you don’t find something to do. Who made Mrs. Tan lose her temper and smash her filial melon?
Whether it was the damage to Old Yangtou's house or the damage to Little Old Yangtou's house, to put it bluntly, they were two parts of the process of avenging Melon.
There is no turning back when the bow is drawn, how can it be stopped here?
Therefore, Mrs. Tan had to get Lao Yang to live with her, so that her old lady would have to see a disgusting old man every day without looking up or down.
This is not only a protection for the two elders, but also a punishment for them.
It was getting dark, and Yang Huazhong and the others came back dragging their tired bodies.
Mrs. Sun prepared bath water and clean clothes for him to take a bath first. After washing, Mrs. Sun told him about Tan's side.
"...The fourth younger sister and Mei'er had a quarrel for a while, and then my mother came over and asked us to go there at night."
Yang Huazhong pinched his sore brow and said, "Then go and listen to what you have to say."
I’ve already given away the gold bracelet, what else can I say?
It was night, and it was raining heavily outside. Representatives from each house in Lao Yang's family were sent to the old house.
Yang Ruoqing was bored and came over with her parents to listen.
As the initiator of this family meeting, Mrs. Tan personally lit several lights in the east room, making the room as bright as day.
After Mrs. Tan finished lighting the lamp, she looked at the people in the room, tall, short, big and small, and asked in a calm voice: "Do you want tea?"
Everyone looked at each other.
Is the old lady entertaining them?
Is it too rare?
Or is it because the old lady has a guilty conscience for subsidizing Yang Huamei again, so she is more polite to everyone?
"Mom, the fourth child and I have been tired all day. We don't want to drink tea, and we don't want to make any false moves. Just go straight to the point!"
Yang Huazhong set an example, pulled out a stool and sat down, looking at Mr. Tan with tired eyes.
Yang Huaming and the others also nodded and each found a stool to sit down.
As soon as Yang Huaming entered the house, Mrs. Liu rushed to him and told him about the day's events. He was so busy talking that he even forgot to prepare bath water and clothes for Yang Huaming.
Even now, Yang Huaming is still wearing dirty clothes, and the smell of sweat attracts all the mosquitoes in the house.
He sat there stamping his feet and kept swatting the mosquitoes on his legs and feet, feeling very irritated.
"Mom, please tell me, apart from the gold bracelet, what else did you give Mei'er? Don't worry, I'm not angry anymore, and I won't argue with you. I'm numb."
"I'll clean it up for you later. You can just move to Lao Wang's house. Oops, the mosquitoes bit me to death..."
Tan glanced at Yang Huaming calmly and did not refute his words.
She said calmly: "Since you don't drink tea, I will talk about the matter directly."
She turned around and walked back to the bed, squatted down and pulled out the wooden box from under the bed, and then put it on the table.
Then he took off the key hanging around his neck in front of everyone and opened the box with a click.
Everyone looked at each other in shock when they saw Tan's move.
Even Yang Ruoqing stretched her neck to look at it curiously.
This box should be the most mysterious object in the old Yang family. Over the years, it has been missed by many people, including the fourth uncle, the fourth aunt, the younger cousin, the aunt, and the father.
This box has been involved in many internal turmoils in Lao Yang's family.
It’s no exaggeration to say it’s Pandora’s box.
Mrs. Tan even hid and protected the wooden box as if it were an eyeball, for fear of being seen at every corner.
Now you are actually opening the box in front of everyone. What are you doing?
"Why are you opening the box? Are you confused and want to explain the funeral arrangements? Don't do anything stupid!"
A voice suddenly sounded nervously. It was Yang Yongqing who was standing outside the crowd with his daughter in his arms.
"Young boy, what are you talking about?"
Yang Yongzhi scolded Yang Yongqing in a deep voice.
But the way he looked at Tan was obviously full of worry.
As for Mrs. Sun, Bao Suyun and their daughters-in-law, all of them had complicated expressions.
Mrs. Tan raised her eyelids and glanced at the people in front of her, snorting coldly.
"Who is immortal? What's all the fuss about? I didn't eat longevity grass!"
Everyone became more nervous.
Yang Ruoqing suddenly chuckled: "Everyone, don't worry, my father is still jumping around all day long, and my mother is reluctant to die."
"You fat bastard, you're talking nonsense. He's been jumping around all day long. I can't die. I have to die after him!" Tan said fiercely, with eyes full of vitality. He didn't look like someone who was tired of life. people.
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Mrs. Tan had already opened the wooden box and was taking things out continuously from inside.
The purses, large and small, were bulging and clinking on the table.
Not only the crisp sound, but also the heavy feel when Tan took it in his hand and put it on the table, everyone couldn't help but wonder what good things were in these purses!
This old lady is like a little bee. She has been saving her whole life. What kind of treasures has she saved?
I really want to see it!
The room was very quiet, and even Mrs. Liu, who talked the most, shut up for the first time.
When Tan silently took the items in the box to the table one by one, there was almost no room on the table.
And Tan is still digging out...
Oh my god, is this wooden box from Doraemon? How many good things are packed in? Even Yang Ruoqing couldn't stand it any longer, her curiosity was piqued.
Finally, Tan stopped paying.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, looking at everyone present.
"In this box are the things I have saved in my life, some of which you have paid tribute to, and some of which I have saved myself."
"Mom, you are so amazing. You have accumulated so many possessions. You are richer than me, old rich woman, old rich woman!" Yang Huaming didn't care about the mosquitoes biting his legs at the moment. He straightened up and stretched his neck to look at the things on the table. .
It's a pity that everything is wrapped in something, either in a purse or in a veil, so the true identity cannot be seen.
"Fourth, you are thinking too much."
Tan glanced at Yang Huaming and said coldly, "Inside, there are jewelry, silver coins, the title deed of our old Yang family's house, and some... rare things."
When he finished the last sentence, Tan's eyes fell on the pile of things on the table, with a red handkerchief in the middle.
Judging from the appearance, it should be filled with strips.
Is it a gold bar?
Tan's hand gently caressed the handkerchief, her eyes were complicated, as if she was nostalgic, as if reminiscing, as if feeling nostalgic as if she was attached to...
