Changping Village.
Since the firecrackers were sent by Heitang, it was a little bit of Heitang's wishes, and Yang Huazhong accepted them.
Old Yangtou had no objection to this, and he even shrewdly told Yang Huazhong: "Heitang wants you to take more care of his family's business in the future!"
Yang Huazhong smiled and said, "That must be what it means."
Yang Yongqing didn't know what he thought of and suddenly laughed.
"Why are you laughing? Did we say something wrong?" Old Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at Yang Yongqing.
Yang Yongqing happened to be looking at Old Yangtou. Seeing the old man like this, he couldn't help but smile wider.
"Sir, you don't know. Last time, the Black Brother and Sister Heifeng thought you were dead, so they went to town and brought back two carts of firecracker paper, planning to make a lot of money!"
"What? What did you say?"
"Young boy, don't talk nonsense!" Yang Huazhong quickly scolded Yang Yongqing, but it was already too late.
Lao Yang raised his hand towards Yang Huazhong and made a gesture to silence him, and then asked Yang Yongqing: "Repeat what you said before, what's going on!"
Yang Yongqing tried hard to hold back his laughter and told Lao Yangtou exactly what happened last time.
At that time, Old Yangtou was still living in the small house at the entrance of the village, and he had been fighting and arguing with people like Old Yang's family about Yunya.
Later, he became ill and refused to eat. When the villagers saw the descendants of the old Yang family rushing to the house over there, some people liked to make clever guesses.
And these speculations happened to be heard by some gossips, so they spread them everywhere with added fuel and jealousy.
When word reached the brother and sister Brown Tang and Heifeng who ran a grocery store, it turned out that Lao Yangtou had just passed away and Lao Yang's family needed a large number of joss paper firecrackers.
In view of the influence of Lao Yang's family in Changping Village, 90% of the villagers must have bought joss paper and firecrackers to pay their respects.
Brother and sister Heitang Heifeng thought this was a business opportunity, so they quickly closed the door of the grocery store and went to the town to wholesale two cartloads of joss paper and firecrackers.
As a result, when I arrived in the village, I discovered that Old Yangtou was not dead at all, but was just suffering from routine troubles.
The brother and sister had to return the items to the town. Because they were damaged on the way back and forth, the boss there refused to refund or return the items, and they got into a stalemate and almost got into a fight.
"...In the end, the third uncle was passing by and happened to bump into him. He helped to persuade them, and finally made both sides give in and get out of the siege." Yang Yongqing added at the end.
Old Yang's head felt like his hair was on fire, and he scolded Yang Huazhong angrily: "Why do you like to be a good person so much? They are cursing your father and me to death, and you are running to help others out?"
"We shouldn't have helped those dog brothers and sisters out of trouble, we should have let them lose money, that's right!"
Yang Huazhong sat on the bed and laughed with him. He waited until Lao Yang's hair was gone and then explained calmly.
"Dad, I didn't know this at the time. I went to town to do other things and I happened to bump into him while passing by."
"At that time, I thought that since they are from the same village, they can't see their brother and sister fighting with the boss and the man in the shop, right?"
"It wasn't until the siege was over that I realized why their brothers were hoarding so much goods. I was so angry that I scolded them at that time."
Lao Yangtou leaned forward slightly, opened his eyes wide and asked, "Are you really scolding me?"
Yang Huazhong nodded seriously, "My son dare not tell lies."
Regarding this point, Old Yangtou still believed in Yang Huazhong. When he heard him scolding Heifeng, he was also a way of defending himself as his own father, and the old man's anger dissipated a little.
"Hmph, they want to make a fortune, but I have a long life, old man, so I should piss them off! They deserve it!"
"Yes, dad, you will live a long life."
"Master, you live to be a hundred years old. You will shed your skin in this world, just like that snake." Yang Yongqing quickly followed like a dog's tail.
Old Yang laughed angrily and pointed at Yang Yongqing: "You kid even slapped me on the horse's legs when you flatter me. Go, go, do whatever you have to do, don't be an eyesore to me."
After such a delay, Yang Huazhong was a little anxious. He pointed at the firecrackers and told Yang Yongqing: "Hurry up and send the firecrackers to the mountains. If you are late, it will be too late."
"Okay!" Yang Yongqing, who was strong, came over and picked up the firecrackers and strode away.
Before leaving, he did not forget to shout: "Uncle, I will come to your house for dinner at noon!"
Yang Huazhong smiled, "Okay, you help third uncle run errands, and ask your third aunt to cut pig's trotters for you at noon!"
"Okay!" Yang Yongqing flew away.
Old Yangtou was angry and helpless, "Lao San, you are too spoiled to him. Your nephew is running errands for your uncle and you still need to eat a meal? What are you talking about!"
But Yang Huazhong's eyes were sincere, "Dad, you can't say that. It's very tiring to go to the mountains to settle accounts between brothers."
"Besides, even if he doesn't help me run errands and wants to come to my third uncle's house for a meal, we can still afford it. You know, his father and I are brothers!"
Yang Huazhong's last words immediately reached the heart of Old Yangtou, and the old man's eyes softened.
He let out a long sigh and nodded lightly with relief, "It's right for our old Yang family to leave it to you to take charge now."
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After Yang Yongqing finished running errands, he went directly to Yang Huazhong's house to wait for lunch.
At this time, in the backyard kitchen, Mrs. Sun was busy cooking. Fish heads were frying in the pot. On the small stove nearby, pig's trotters and soybeans were bubbling happily in a clay pot.
Mrs. Sun took time out of her busy schedule to open the lid of the earthenware jar, put a long-handled wooden spoon into the earthenware jar and stirred it gently.
The pig's trotters soup is as white and attractive as milk, the soybeans have signs of stringiness, and the aroma is fragrant.
Mrs. Sun nodded with satisfaction, put the lid back on, and sealed the fire in the stove, leaving a faint spark to slowly keep it warm.
Yang Yongqing was so attracted by the strange fragrance that he didn't bother to reply to Yang Huazhong and ran straight into the kitchen.
"Third Aunt, it smells so good!"
"Does it smell good? You can eat a few more pieces when it is served to the table. It is stewed just for you." Mrs. Sun said with a smile.
Yang Yongqing nodded repeatedly, "Third Aunt, can I try a piece first? I can't help it!"
Sun was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"But I haven't put in the salt yet. I'll put it on the fire later before serving it to the table. If you're not afraid of it being salty..."
"Forget it, I'll eat it later when it's served."
Adhering to the rule of 'Thieves don't steal anything', Yang Yongqing looked around and found that two bowls of vegetables had been taken out of the pot, so he went over to pick up a piece of each dish and threw it into his mouth.
"Oh, there are chopsticks on the side, don't use your hands..." Mrs. Sun couldn't laugh or cry.
Yang Yongqing licked his oily fingers and said to Mr. Sun with a satisfied look on his face: "Only what you hold with your hands has a soul. Third aunt, please do your work first. I'll go find third uncle!"
After saying that, he ran away in a hurry.
Mrs. Sun came over and fiddled with the arrangement of the two bowls of vegetables with her chopsticks. Thinking of Yang Yongqing's words, she still found it amusing.
How can you eat a dish and still get your soul out of it? These children, each one talks more amusingly than the other.
