"What's more, I'm the mother-in-law and she's the daughter-in-law. She still wants to change things?"
"That's true. I'll wait until Hongmei's injury heals. I'll have to give Mei'er an explanation!" Mrs. Liu also said.
"There's no need to explain anything. After all, she was beaten into a sieve by our mother." Yang Huamei shook her head, her eyes filled with disappointment.
Looking at the huge Changping Village, it is not unusual for an old woman to be beaten by an unfilial son, but for a mother-in-law to be beaten by her daughter-in-law, Yang Huamei estimates that she is the first to get hit.
Having said that, Dabai also punched and kicked her as a mother back then. Thinking about it, she really failed as a person.
"If you want me back, I won't go back to your old Wang family." Tan suddenly turned around again and yelled at Yang Huamei.
"I only serve you, not the rest of your old Wang family." Mrs. Tan glanced around the baby in Yang Huamei's arms and added.
Yang Huamei frowned, bit her lip, and said nothing.
The others looked at each other, suddenly understanding what Tan meant.
The old lady is insinuating Yang Huamei.
So, Mrs. Sun coughed slightly and said, "Mom, Hongmei is in such a state that she may not be able to take care of her child. It's only right for her child to follow Mei'er."
Mrs. Tan snorted and turned her head away. She was speaking to Ms. Sun, but she was still hitting Yang Huamei between the lines: "I can't stop her if she insists on taking the job. The mother can't take care of the child. Isn't there still a father? Even if Don't be so hasty when it comes to getting a job, you have to let your children's parents beg you anyway, you are so stupid, how could I give birth to such a stupid and bubbly girl!"
Tan stayed at Yang Huazhong's house out of anger, while Bao Suyun and Liu accompanied Yang Huamei back.
Mrs. Sun is not free, she has to go back to the Luo family to take care of her two grandchildren.
"Mom, how about you always go to Luo's house with me to stay for a while?" Mrs. Sun patiently asked Mrs. Tan before leaving.
Mrs. Tan shook her head, "I won't go. I feel uncomfortable after seeing Qing'er's two children."
Mrs. Sun sighed lightly and left without saying anything else.
Before leaving, I told He Lian'er: "Take care of your milk."
He Lian'er nodded, "Don't worry, mother, I'll be with you."
Mrs. Tan glanced at He Lian'er, the serious little granddaughter-in-law, and sighed, "I don't need you to accompany me. You all can go about your own business. Let me sit quietly for a while."
He Lian'er looked at Sun for help. Sun hesitated and said to He Lian'er, "Then just do your own thing."
He Lian'er said: "Then I'll go to the backyard and chop some vegetables to feed the chickens and ducks later."
Mrs. Tan was the only one left in the main room.
Mrs. Tan put down the tea bowl in her hand and glanced around to make sure there was no one there. She quietly rolled up her sleeves.
There was a bruise on his wrist, which was as thin as a cotton stick.
That was the injury she sustained when she frantically poked Hongmei and twisted her wrist too hard. Almost an hour had passed, and the bruises hadn't gone away yet, and there was a dull pain when she raised her hand. .
The old lady dipped some tea in the tea bowl into her wrist and rubbed it gently. After rubbing it for a few times, she felt that it was not working, so she spit on her wrist again and continued rubbing it.
He kept rubbing until a large area of his wrist was red and the skin was still burning. The old lady guessed that this must have worked and nodded with satisfaction.
It seems that his own spit is still useful, fighting fire with fire.
Mr. Tan was sitting in the main room and was immersed in kneading, when the sound of the wheels suddenly sounded at the door of the main room.
Looking up, he saw Lao Yangtou sitting in a wheelchair, looking here expressionlessly.
Mrs. Tan immediately put down her cuffs, stood up, tightened her face, and stared at the door with tiger eyes: "When did you come here? You are so sneaky and don't say a word, you are a ghost!"
Old Yang frowned, took out something from behind and threw it over.
After throwing it away, he turned around and pushed the wheelchair away without looking at it any longer.
Mrs. Tan subconsciously stretched out her hand to catch it, and was about to curse the old man for throwing something at her. Her hand was cold. She lowered her head and looked at the small white porcelain bottle in her hand, very suspicious.
Old Yangtou's voice came from the yard: "It can activate blood circulation and remove blood stasis, which is better than your dirty spit!"
Lao Wang's house, old house.
When Bao Suyun and Mrs. Liu accompanied Yang Huamei into the West Room, they were vomited.
One of them was holding on to the door frame, his legs were shaking, and he was covering his mouth with his hands to hold it in very hard.
The other one turned around and ran into the yard to vomit.
Seeing this scene, Yang Huamei was very embarrassed. She sheepishly explained to them that Xiao Hei was sick and had diarrhea last night.
Bao Suyun covered her mouth and forced out a sympathetic smile. After a few cursory words of concern about Xiao Hei's situation, she couldn't help it any longer. She turned around and trotted out of the house, covering her mouth and nose.
Ms. Liu just came back after vomiting, and just as she entered the door, she was stimulated by the smell and retched.
Seeing this, Yang Huamei silently sighed in her heart that it would be better for her to be her own mother. The smell was so strong last night that her mother slept with her in this room.
Mother is mother, the only person in the world who puts herself in the palm of her hand.
But I can't always make my mother happy...
"Meier, the fifth younger sister asked me to ask you, do you need us to do anything else here?"
After a while, Mrs. Liu came again, but she didn't dare to enter the house. She only stuck her head at the door of the house and asked Yang Huamei.
Just as Yang Huamei raised her head, Mrs. Liu said again: "It should be okay? Then we will go back first. If anything happens later, just say hello and we will come over."
Yang Huamei nodded, "Okay, I'll just worry about the two sisters-in-law today. You go back first!"
Mrs. Liu ran away.
I ran to the yard and came back when I met Bao Suyun who had finished rinsing his mouth.
"Fourth sister-in-law, why are you leaving..."
Ms. Liu grabbed Bao Suyun and ran outside, "No need to go, no need to go. Mei'er asked us to go back first. If anything happens, she'll call her later."
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In the west room, the eldest grandson must have drunk on the way here. He is not noisy and hungry now, but is yawning.
Yang Huamei held the baby in her arms and couldn't kiss her enough. Then she took the baby to Xiao Hei's house to visit Xiao Hei.
Xiao Hei was lying on the bed looking weak. Seeing Yang Huamei holding her nephew, Xiao Hei's face was filled with grievances.
"Mom has a grandson, so she no longer cares about me as a son. She doesn't care about my life or death." Xiao Hei bit his lip and said angrily.
Yang Huamei rolled her eyes at him, "I brought your nephew over to let you take a look. I want you to see clearly. If you are brave enough, your son will be as big as he is now!"
Xiao Hei glanced at Yang Huamei's small ball and curled his lips with disdain.
"What do I want a baby for? Don't worry about that!"
Yang Huamei rolled her eyes and added: "The palms and backs of your hands are all flesh, don't touch the ones that are there or not."
"Look, you are now an uncle and an elder. You are no longer a child."
"Don't eat randomly in the future, especially croton. If you eat too much of that stuff, you will lose your life!" Yang Huamei warned again and again.
