Every room in the four bedrooms had lights on. Yang Ruoqing went straight to the room where Mrs. Liu slept. That room was usually where the fourth uncle and the fourth aunt slept. There was also a big Eight Immortals table, which was both a sleeping room and a place for sleeping. As a main room.
In the old Yang family a long time ago, this kind of low-end main room (bedroom) was not unusual, because the third and fifth bedrooms were all built like this.
But in today's Lao Yang's house, it seems very crowded and backward, and not convenient at all.
Especially when the urine bucket at the corner of the bed is not taken out in time, and someone happens to come to the house and needs to use the main room to entertain, it will be very embarrassing.
So Mrs. Liu had long ago declared that this place could no longer be lived in and that a new house had to be built. Otherwise, Ju'er, San Yatou and the others would not have anywhere to stay when they came back with their husband and grandchildren.
"Fourth Aunt, are you in the house?" Yang Ruoqing gently picked at the window.
"The door is not closed, Qing'er, come in!"
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment. The fourth aunt was indeed in the room, and hearing the voice, it didn't sound like she was in agony, or was so angry that her heart, liver, and lungs would burst.
Yang Ruoqing pushed gently, and the door opened as expected.
The room was brightly lit, and the dishes on the table had been cleared away a long time ago. There was a brand new tablecloth spread on it. On the tablecloth were placed melon seeds, peanuts, jelly beans, winter melon candies, and a large plate full of sugared oranges.
The small orange is as big as a water chestnut, with a few green leaves at the bottom, which is particularly eye-catching when placed under the light.
The round fire barrel with a backrest was moved to the table. Mrs. Liu was sitting in the fire barrel, peeling oranges and eating them.
The temperature in the fire barrel was probably very high. Mrs. Liu's face was red. She took off her outer cotton clothes and threw them on the back of the fire barrel. The orange peels at hand had already piled up into a hill.
In addition, Yang Ruoqing also saw two apples and pears that had been chewed until only the carcasses were left.
"Ah, Fourth Aunt, your life is so nourishing. You eat so much fruit, you are really a fruit-rich person!" Yang Ruoqing teased, and her heart that was hanging all the way was relieved.
As long as she can eat, Fourth Aunt will be fine.
What I fear most is that my fourth aunt is on hunger strike.
Hearing Yang Ruoqing's teasing, Mrs. Liu smiled proudly, "That's necessary, don't look at what I'm selling, this is what I'm selling!"
As she spoke, Mrs. Liu pushed the plate with sugar oranges in front of Yang Ruoqing: "Eat together."
"Okay, then I'm welcome!"
Yang Ruoqing smiled, sat down, picked up an orange and peeled it easily.
Mrs. Liu asked Yang Ruoqing again: "Is it cold? Put your feet in?"
Yang Ruoqing originally wanted to put her feet in, but ended up looking inside the fire barrel.
Tsk tsk, there is a brazier under the iron lattice footrest. The space next to the brazier is almost filled with melon seed shells, peanut shells and some uneaten melon seeds, peanuts and broad beans.
No wonder my fourth uncle often joked that if the melon seeds and peanuts that fell from their fire barrel were fished out, they would probably weigh five or six kilograms, which is more than the melon seeds and peanuts fried by some small families in the village during the New Year.
When I saw it today, it really lived up to its reputation!
"Your feet aren't cold, so just leave it as it is." Yang Ruoqing stuffed a piece of orange into her mouth.
Well, it's clear and sweet, very suitable for eating in this season, but eating too many oranges can easily cause you to get angry, so you have to take it easy.
Mrs. Liu didn't force Yang Ruoqing. She continued to eat the oranges in her hand, and asked Yang Ruoqing with squinting eyes: "Why are you touching me here tonight? Is something wrong?"
Yang Ruoqing smiled, "No, fourth aunt, you didn't come over to visit us, so everyone is worried, and I'm even less worried. I came here to see what you're doing!"
A trace of warmth flashed across Mrs. Liu's eyes, but she said stubbornly: "People who usually run around me are tired of themselves and annoying to others. To celebrate the Chinese New Year tonight, I won't go anywhere. I will eat It’s so comfortable to warm yourself by the fire at home when you’re full and drunk!”
Yang Ruoqing smiled and ate two more orange segments, "Fourth Aunt, please stop saying those rude words to me. What, are you quarreling with my Fourth Uncle?"
Without thinking, Ms. Liu shook her head and denied: "What? Why should I have trouble with him at this old age? When I was young, it was just flirting. But now, in my eyes, he is just a mess. You panting meat, am I going to make trouble with him? I’m so full that I’m full!”
Yang Ruoqing smiled and said nothing. After Mrs. Liu vented her anger and declared that she and Yang Huaming had not quarreled and it was not worth arguing with, she spoke slowly:
"Fourth Aunt, please stop making excuses, Mr. Kang told me this!"
Mrs. Liu's face stiffened for a moment, and then turned red with embarrassment.
But soon she was no longer embarrassed. She gritted her teeth and broke the jar: "Okay, okay, we had a few arguments, but so what? Haven't I been arguing with him like this for most of my life? Just with him It’s not unusual for you to fart and poop while eating!”
Yang Ruoqing looked at Mrs. Liu quietly.
After Ms. Liu finished venting her anger, she sat there panting. The small satsuma orange in her hand was scratched until it was riddled with holes, and the juice fell onto the table.
"Fourth Aunt, what is the reason for? Don't keep it in your mind, tell me about it!"
Yang Ruoqing said quietly, her intuition told her that Kang Xiaozi probably only caught the second half of the quarrel, and he didn't know the real reason for the quarrel.
And the real reason made Mrs. Liu very hurt, so she no longer even thought about going out to visit.
Ms. Liu also fell silent and continued to pick at the oranges in her hands.
"Fourth Aunt, even if you are a big fruit owner, you can't abuse that poor little orange like that, right? It's innocent. Look, it's crying..."
Yang Ruoqing's ridicule made Mr. Liu amused.
Mrs. Liu freed up a hand and patted Yang Ruoqing's arm gently: "You damn Qing'er, your words are so funny, this Orange knows nothing!"
After all, Ms. Liu finally let go of the orange and threw it aside. She grabbed the tablecloth on the table and wiped her fingers carelessly a few times. Then she picked up the tea bowl in front of her and drank tea.
Yang Ruoqing squeezed a cold sweat for Mrs. Liu's stomach. Others' stomachs were single-cylinder and could not hold up the double-cylinder. And Mr. Liu’s stomach has four cylinders and eight cylinders, which is super powerful!
"Qing'er, my fourth aunt will tell you the truth. I'm angry with your fourth uncle not for anything else, nor for Xiaojuan. That's all rotten. I'm angry for your aunt."
After a while, Mrs. Liu finally spoke.
"My aunt? Is it because they said they would come to the fourth room to pay New Year greetings on the second day of the first lunar month?"
Mrs. Liu looked at Yang Ruoqing in surprise, then she felt relieved, and smiled to herself and said: "Hey, I really can't hide anything from you, Qing'er, you are really the roundworm in the fourth aunt's belly, You can guess whatever I want!"
Yang Ruoqing waved her hands hurriedly: "I dare not be the roundworm in your belly, Fourth Aunt, because Fourth Aunt, you look up to me too much!"
Being the roundworm in the fourth aunt’s belly? Wouldn't it mean that she was burrowing around in the pile of food scraps and feces she ate every day? God, spare me!
