Yang Yongqing also suppressed the chills on his head and said, "Yes, we are brave and can bear it."
Yang Huazhong glanced at these two tough-talkers and shook his head secretly.
Then he came over and lit the cigarette for little old Yangtou and said, "Uncle, there are no outsiders here. Please tell me if there is anything going on!"
Little old Yang took two puffs of his dry cigarette and said, "Just treat this matter as a dream talk. Don't take it seriously."
"It was the night before yesterday. I drank too much tea before going to bed and couldn't sleep for a while. I heard the sound of someone walking in the yard outside."
"I'm afraid that a thief has sneaked into the yard, and you guys are living in the backyard again, so I'll just go outside and take a look."
"I coughed on purpose when I opened the door. If it was a thief, he might have been frightened away by the noise."
"When I opened the door, a black shadow flashed in front of me and walked straight into my eldest brother's room next door."
"On the spot, I shuddered and the hairs all over my body stood up!"
"But I still had the courage to rush out, shouting: Who is it?"
"There's not a soul outside!"
"Brother-in-law, is it a ghost?" Ms. Liu also took courage and asked excitedly.
Little old Yang shook his head: "It's hard to say, maybe it's my eyesight, or maybe it's the shadow of the tree."
"Anyway, just treat this as a dream talk..."
"Uncle, let me ask you another question." Ms. Liu asked again.
"You ask."
"Is that dark figure you saw tall?"
"not tall."
Mrs. Liu's two palms collided: "Then it's over, my mother's size is right there. I heard that before a person dies, the soul cannot return and often leaves the body and wanders around..."
"Shut up!" Yang Huaming cut off Liu's words with a dark face.
Mrs. Liu wanted to argue a few words, but when she took a look at Yang Huaming, she found that his expression was different from before. If she tried to argue by herself now, she might completely irritate him and make him take action.
Liu knows when to be arrogant and when to stop for good.
This is probably the battle experience gained from many years of fighting wits and courage with Yang Huaming. There is no way, this is how a fighting couple gets along.
On this side, Madam Liu shut up, but on the other side, Madam Sun spoke carefully.
Sun said: "I would rather believe that it exists than believe that it does not exist. How about I go to the Taoist temple and ask Taoist Priest Yuan for a divination? See if there is no way to decipher it?"
Bao Suyun raised his head: "I'll go with my third sister-in-law."
"Count me in, too!" Ms. Liu found a suitable opportunity and spoke again.
It’s great to go to the Taoist temple. I haven’t left the village for a long time and I’m so suffocated that I’m going to grow green hair!
The most important thing is that you can also hear what Taoist Yuan has to say for the first time.
Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming looked at each other, and Yang Huaming said: "Third brother, you can make up your mind, we will all listen to you!"
Yang Huazhong was a little undecided, and then looked at little old Yang Tou: "Uncle, what do you think?"
Little old Yangtou pondered for a moment and said, "Then go and ask, to find peace of mind."
That's how it was decided.
Since it was already afternoon, Sun's three sisters-in-law discussed and planned to go to the Taoist temple early tomorrow morning.
"Let's go as soon as the gastrodia is bright. When we come back, we won't miss the morning work." Mrs. Sun said.
Neither Bao Suyun nor Liu had any objections.
We took a casual break at noon to avoid the strongest period of the day. In the afternoon, everyone went to the old house to work as planned.
As night falls, the resettlement site at the south end of the village gradually becomes lively.
Now a very strange phenomenon has formed in the village. During the day, the resettlement area is the most deserted, while the village is the liveliest.
Why?
Because everyone counted one by one, they all went into the village in broad daylight and were busy cleaning up their flooded houses.
Pick out one or two items that are barely usable from the pile of soaked items and drag them to the yard to dry. In this way, you can save three or two cents when repairing the house and making furniture later.
When it got dark, everyone finished their work and went to the porridge shed to get free steamed buns and porridge. They took it back to the resettlement site to eat and drink. Then the children played outside and the adults gathered in groups waving cattail fans. We chatted together, and the topics we talked about were all about rebuilding our homes after the disaster.
In the big tent of Lao Wang's family.
It was very hot in the tent, and Hongmei was squatting on the ground bathing the baby, while Yang Huamei was helping her.
Wang Hongquan and Xiao Hei were sitting at the door of the tent, holding big bowls and eating dinner. Listening to the sound of Yang Huamei and the others teasing the baby in the tent behind them, Xiao Hei didn't think anything of it (his mind was all on the things in the bowl), while Wang Hongquan The old man's face was full of satisfaction.
Although Shuanzi died young, at least a fat grandson was added to the family, and his popularity continued again.
"This tent is really not a place for people to live. We adults can tolerate it, but the children have suffered."
Yang Huamei held her eldest grandson's round little head and talked to Hongmei.
"I originally thought that our eldest grandson would be lucky to be born in a brand-new house and sleep in a brand-new cradle, but I didn't expect to encounter this natural disaster."
"Look, there are mosquito bites on many places on my body. I feel so distressed!"
Those dead mosquitoes seemed to have developed their intelligence. They wouldn't bite adults, but they would catch such a small child and bite them non-stop.
During these nights, Yang Huamei would take advantage of the child's sleep, sit next to the child and roll up her sleeves and trousers, just to let the mosquitoes bite her.
When the mosquitoes are full of her blood, they shouldn't bite her precious grandson, right?
As a result, the mosquitoes avoided her and kept her awake all night. When she woke up in the morning, her face, arms, and feet were all covered in red rashes...
She was so angry that she wished she could burn down the shabby tent and die together with the mosquitoes.
Hongmei buried her head and gently bathed her son. Listening to Yang Huamei's words, she dismissed the words of 'distress' in her mother-in-law's mouth.
But he echoed: "There are indeed a lot of mosquitoes. It will be better when we return to the village."
When it came to returning to the village, Yang Huamei was in trouble.
In the past, she would have gone back to her parents' house to find her brother and nephews to help clean up the house.
But wasn’t this the quarrel we had just a while ago?
That night when she took Xiao Hei away in anger, my mother, Tan, chased her outside the yard to persuade her.
She swore in front of her mother at that time that she would never come to beg her mother's family again in her life. She wanted to fight for this breath, even if they never interacted with each other until death, or even if she no longer had this mother's family, she didn't care!
The binding, humiliation, beating, scolding, and humiliation of her little black boy by her mother's family... were the last things she repaid to her mother's family.
She doesn’t owe her parents anything!
So at the moment, other families are busy cleaning up their houses in the village, and Yang Huamei is in trouble.
"There's no rush. Your father and Xiao Hei will go back and clean up every day. When it's almost done, we can move back. At most, it will be three or two days later than other people's homes."
Yang Huamei could only comfort Hongmei in this way.
Is it really okay to be three or two days late? To be honest, Yang Huamei didn’t even know what she was doing.
