Changping Village.
Yang Yongqing felt that everyone in the family was weird today.
Why do you say that?
Not to mention that when he came from the third uncle's house before, the third uncle's gentle eyes made him and the third aunt vigorously invite him to come over for lunch.
When he passed by the door of my house, I was sitting in a wheelchair and greeted him kindly.
When he returned to his old house, as soon as he entered, a figure came out of the room where he was sleeping, and he almost bumped into him.
"Fourth Aunt, you, you, why did you come out of my house? What do you want to do?" He was startled and asked loudly.
But Mrs. Liu said with a smile: "Fourth Aunt has nothing to do today, so come here to help you clean up the house."
"Clean up the house?" Yang Yongqing's eyes widened, widened, then widened again, and then he laughed.
"Did I hear you right? Fourth Aunt, your house is messier than a pig's nest. Help me clean it up? Hahaha..."
Facing Yang Yongqing, who was laughing so hard, Ms. Liu was so angry that she secretly gritted her teeth.
But then she thought of something, and the anger on her face disappeared, and she smiled and said: "Okay, even if the fourth aunt is not good at cleaning the house, the fourth aunt is a woman after all, and women can do laundry. I will help you put away the pile of dirty clothes in the corner. Have you washed the head office?"
Mrs. Liu raised her arms, and she was holding a pile of dirty clothes in her arms, all of which Yang Yongqing had changed in the past few days.
At this time, Yang Yongqing couldn't laugh anymore, and became a little more cautious. He looked at Mr. Liu suspiciously, his eyes full of inquiry.
Ms. Liu was so frightened by his probing gaze that she laughed and said, "Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't steal any money from your house. If you don't believe me, just go into the house and look for it yourself."
Yang Yongqing grinned strangely, "Don't worry, I know you can't steal the money, because I hide it in a place no one can think of."
"Haha, that's good, that's good, I'll go wash your clothes first!"
Ms. Liu was holding her dirty clothes and was about to leave. Yang Yongqing jumped up and held the door frame with both hands to block Mr. Liu's way.
"If you show your courtesy for nothing, you are either committing adultery or stealing!"
"Fourth Aunt, what are your plans? Tell me!"
Ms. Liu stamped her feet, "You bastard looks at people through the crack in the door and looks down on them! Fourth Aunt just feels that she has never hurt you before and wants to be nicer to you, isn't that okay?"
Yang Yongqing still held on to the doorframe and refused to give in, narrowing his eyes and looking up at Holmes.
"Be nice to me? Tell me, have you done anything to feel sorry for me?" He suddenly asked loudly.
Mrs. Liu was startled, and she almost confessed everything in her heart.
"You damn boy, you really don't want people to treat you well. I took a hundred coins from you a few days ago. Qing'er scolded me, but I also felt that I shouldn't take it.
But if you asked me to return it to you, I would be reluctant to do so. I would just come and wash your clothes for you as compensation. Is this an acceptable reason? "
Yang Yongqing pinched his chin, narrowed his eyes, and fell into thought.
"Just think about it slowly, I'm going to do the laundry!"
Taking this opportunity, Mrs. Liu got out from under Yang Yongqing's arm, hugged the dirty clothes, and ran to the front yard mumbling.
Yang Yongqing was left standing at the door, and Monk Zhang Er was even more confused.
What's going on today?
From the grandfather to the third uncle, the third aunt, and then the fourth aunt, everyone looked at him as if they were their own son and loved him like a flower.
If they are the third uncle and the third aunt, then that's it. They are always kind to others.
My father's attitude toward him has improved, and I can understand it. After all, he was the one who contributed to sending Aunt Meier and her family to the town.
But Fourth Aunt...this is very wrong!
Yang Yongqing was full of doubts but couldn't figure it out, so he took off his coat and threw it aside and started working.
He picked up the hatchet and went to the yard to plan the bark.
His plan was to clean the bark first, then dry the tree body, and then use a saw to cut it into pieces for making furniture.
As for the peeled bark, they can be swept together and dried to be used as firewood, which can save the effort of gathering pine hair in the mountains!
With a plan in his mind and hope in his heart, Yang Yongqing worked enthusiastically.
Although he was late playing cards at Heifeng's house last night, and others left later, he was blocked by Heifeng because he couldn't go to the toilet, so he was half-pushed and half-pushed to Heifeng's house and spent the night rolling under the sheets with her. He had exhausted some energy, but he still didn't feel tired at this moment.
There is no cat in this world who doesn't steal fish. He's not married yet, so even stealing fish occasionally won't affect his life after getting married.
There are countless men and women like him in the village on one hand. They go out behind their backs to sleep or something without interfering with their family's daily life.
Therefore, Yang Yongqing did not have much psychological burden on this. The hatchet in his hand swished and bark flew.
"Young boy, have a sip of tea and start digging. There's no rush for this moment."
After a while, Mrs. Liu came back from washing her clothes and began to express concern for Yang Yongqing again.
Yang Yongqing said: "I'm not thirsty."
Mrs. Liu was hanging her clothes to dry by the side, and while shaking her clothes, she peeked at Yang Yongqing.
Although Yang Yongqing had his back to Liu, he could still detect Liu's voyeuristic gaze so directly.
"Fourth Aunt, why do you keep peeking at me? I know I'm young, strong, handsome, and handsome, but you are my Fourth Aunt, so you'd better give up. I'm not the kind of person you think!"
Yang Yongqing couldn't bear it anymore and turned around with a hatchet in hand, a look of boredom on his face.
Mrs. Liu's hands shook and the clothes in her hands almost fell to the ground.
"What are you talking about, you little bastard, what kind of rubbish are you thinking about?" Mrs. Liu also blushed, "I can give birth to you, you are not big or small!"
Seeing Mrs. Liu's embarrassed look, Yang Yongqing immediately felt relieved and returned to his usual playful smile.
"Hey, if Fourth Aunt is not fascinated by my masculine charm, why are you peeking at me?"
"I didn't peek, I watched openly."
"Then what do Fourth Aunt want to see? Do you want me to take off my clothes and show it to you?"
Yang Yongqing bared his teeth, raised his hand and pulled off the collar on his chest, exposing a large area of his chest, and took a few steps closer to Liu.
Mrs. Liu was so frightened by his unscrupulous behavior that she turned pale. She put the remaining clothes on the drying pole randomly, spat a few curses and ran back to the front yard.
Yang Yongqing smiled proudly and wildly, and whistled at Mrs. Liu's back.
After Mrs. Liu ran away, he closed the collar of his clothes again.
My body is not something anyone can look at if they want to. Any woman between the ages of fourteen and forty is fine. Those below or above this age range are out of the question!
Thinking of this, Liu E's shy look, dark hair, and fair face appeared in front of Yang Yongqing's eyes, and Yang Yongqing's heart felt itchy.
…
When noon was approaching, Yang Yongqing really packed up his hatchet and prepared to go to the house of his third uncle and his third aunt at the entrance of the village for dinner.
As soon as he went out, he saw Mrs. Liu heading towards the entrance of the village. Yang Yongqing took a cautious approach and changed paths from the side fields to outflank the backyard of Yang Huazhong's house.
