Tan suddenly stared: "What do you mean? On such an important day as the Ghost Festival, Dabai and Xiaohei don't know about it?"
"Isn't this possible? They are Wang Shuanzi's sons. What do they do to raise a son? They just sweep tombs and offer sacrifices on such important days!"
Yang Huamei was so punished by Tan that her face turned red.
"I won't mention Xiao Hei. He is a little beast who doesn't understand anything. If you mention him, we will get angry!" Yang Huamei said.
"It's such a hot day, it's not worth getting upset over him! Mom, don't be angry!" Yang Huamei then comforted Tan.
Mrs. Tan waved her hand: "I'm not angry. Their surname is Wang, not Yang. I'm angry for you!"
Yang Huamei smiled awkwardly: "I'm not angry either, because I know what kind of person he is and I have no hope for him."
"You have no hope for Xiao Hei, what about Da Bai? He's not coming back either!" Tan yelled again.
Old Yangtou also glanced at Yang Huamei with a puzzled expression. Obviously, the old man's thoughts were similar to the old lady's, and they were both dissatisfied with Dabai.
Yang Huamei became even more embarrassed, "Father, mother, Dabai should remember it. It's the Ghost Festival tomorrow. He can come back early tomorrow morning and make it in time!"
"Besides, after Xiao Hei and I had an argument two days ago, Xiao Hei ran away to town,"
"Dabai probably asked Xiaohei about his situation, but Xiaohei lied. Dabai even sent someone to the village to find out what was going on."
"Dabai also told me not to worry. He said that Xiao Hei had breakfast in his shop and was clamoring to go to Lao Xu's house. Dabai sent him there himself!"
"Dabai is like an older brother, and he's not bad with me. He was afraid that I would be worried, so he even sent someone here to spread the news."
"So, I still believe that he will come back from Zhongyuan Energy Saving."
Yang Huamei talked about what Dabai had done in the past two days, revealing her trust and satisfaction in Dabai in both words and words.
Since Yang Huamei recognized and believed that Dabai could come back, it would be hard for Lao Yangtou and Tan to criticize Dabai any more.
Let's wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow will naturally tell.
But Old Yangtou still told Yang Huamei: "No matter what happens, you have to go to Heifeng's house in advance to buy two pieces of papyrus, a handful of incense candles, and a firecracker to prepare."
Yang Huamei nodded.
Mrs. Tan also patted Yang Huamei's leg and told her: "Remember to weigh the meat tomorrow and set the bowl when you go back to offer sacrifices."
Yang Huamei nodded seriously again.
"Due to poor health, Shuanzi never drank alcohol before his death. This time I want to buy some wine and bring it to him so that he can have a taste of wine on the other side," she added.
Mrs. Tan pursed her lips and chose not to say anything.
The daughter and son-in-law have a good relationship. At this time, whatever the daughter says or does, just let her do it.
As for Old Yangtou, his eyes turned slightly red when he heard his daughter's words.
Why?
Because he couldn't help but think of his late son-in-law!
Such a good son-in-law was chosen by him personally. The only shortcoming was that he was a little weak.
In other respects, Lao Yangtou is really satisfied!
Two sons are gone, and so is the son-in-law.
But he was still living with his old bones in this world, so Old Yangtou clenched his fist and punched his thigh.
If it were possible, he really wanted to use his own lifespan to share a portion of it, and give each of them ten or eight years. How nice it would be!
When it came to Wang Shuanzi, Yang Huamei couldn't laugh anymore and sat there feeling sad.
The atmosphere in the main room suddenly dropped. Mrs. Tan was not very good at comforting people, because as soon as she opened her mouth to comfort people, her words were not very effective.
For example, at this moment, when she saw Yang Huamei was about to cry, Mrs. Tan became anxious, and her mind started to heat up, so she blurted out comforting words:
"Mei'er, don't be reluctant to let go of Shuanzi. It's because he was unlucky that he didn't live long enough, and it wasn't you who poisoned him to death. Don't be sad. You have to look forward and live well. Either way, he's dead..."
Yang Huamei stared blankly at Mrs. Tan, mumbling but unable to say a word.
Old Yang patted the armrest of the wheelchair: "Old lady, if you don't know how to comfort people, why don't you stop talking! You...hey!"
Mrs. Tan gave Old Yang a fierce look, "You are the only one who can persuade people, you are the only one with all your skills, you are the only one who can speak, with red lips and white teeth, then you can say it!"
Old Yang opened his mouth. He wanted to take over Tan's baton and comfort Yang Huamei with a few words. However, when he opened his mouth, he found that after Tan's squeeze just now, he couldn't say a word of comfort.
The atmosphere in the main room suddenly stopped and became a bit awkward.
Mrs. Sun looked around quietly and was about to get up to grab some melon seeds or refill everyone's tea to ease the embarrassment.
At this moment, Yang Ruoqing came over from outside, holding a stack of yellow form papers in her hand.
"Mom, where is my dad? Is he at home?"
Yang Ruoqing rushed into the main room excitedly, but before she could stand still, a voice came over.
After asking loudly, he discovered that Zhuangzhuang was sleeping on the cool bed in the corner.
Yang Huamei and Tan were sitting beside the bed, and Old Yangtou was sitting on the other side of the table.
Yang Ruoqing's first reaction was whether her voice would wake up the sleeping child. Then she thought, Zhuang Zhuang was born deaf. Not to mention the decibel, even if there was thunder outside at the moment, it probably wouldn't wake him up!
Is this a good thing?
If this is a normal person, this is indeed a good thing, but for Zhuang Zhuang, this is the most unfortunate thing in the world.
"Nai, aunt, are you all here?"
Even though she knew Zhuang Zhuang couldn't hear the sound, Yang Ruoqing still asked in a lowered voice.
Mrs. Tan nodded and didn't say much about the reason why Yang Huamei came here.
Maybe Tan felt that was embarrassing!
Yang Huamei herself didn't say anything, she just smiled slightly at Yang Ruoqing.
Sun got up and came to Yang Ruoqing. Seeing what she was holding, she was a little surprised and asked, "Your father has gone to Lao Wang's house. Qing'er, what are you doing?"
Yang Ruoqing hurriedly explained: "No, it's the Ghost Festival tomorrow, half of July, and we have to burn incense and burn our money bags!"
"In the past few years, when Tangyazi was at home, he would write these things."
"No, he's not at home, so I had to bring it and ask my dad to help me write it. Oh, by the way, I told my dad about this two days ago, and he asked me to bring it over."
Sun nodded, reached out to take the things in Yang Ruoqing's hands, and put them properly in a drawer under the table.
"Your father and your fourth uncle went to Lao Wang's house and will probably be back soon," she said.
Yang Ruoqing nodded and didn't ask more about why they went to Lao Wang's house, nor why Yang Huamei was here.
"Mom, I'll go back first, and you guys can chat."
Yang Ruoqing had no intention of meddling in other people's business and was about to leave. Brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huaming happened to come back from Lao Wang's house at that moment.
(End of chapter)
