The Tan family who can curse people like this is the real Tan family.
The funny thing is, that cliff is not Tan's.
Mrs. Tan has been able to make all kinds of expressions her whole life, but she can't smile.
The children of the fourth generation of the family sometimes ask: "Does my great-grandma not know how to smile? Why have I never seen her smile?"
So at this moment, to be scolded by Mr. Tan, everyone is really having a disaster and weeping with joy.
"Old woman, you almost scared us to death earlier. The whole family was scared by you."
"Shit, I had a good night's sleep, what did I do?"
"Mom, please stop being so harsh. Do you know what happened to our old Yang family in the past two hours?"
"What?"
"You were beaten by big brother..."
"Fourth, shut up!" Lao Yang turned his head and scolded Yang Huaming, "What if you say this at night and scare your mother again?"
Yang Huaming shrugged, "Did I scare my mother? Dad said the opposite! I think it's better to let my mother know now!"
"What are you father and son talking about? What's going on? Tell me quickly!" Mrs. Tan became anxious, sitting on the bed and patting the quilt underneath her.
Yang Huamei: "Let me do it."
When Mrs. Tan saw Yang Huamei, her eyes suddenly changed color. The previous fierceness was no longer fierce, but they were filled with the tenderness, love and tolerance of a mother...
"Mei'er, come and sit next to me. Don't stand and talk. Standing is tiring!"
Mrs. Tan patted the bed beside her and moved her body into the bed to make more space for Yang Huamei to sit.
Yang Huamei nodded, sat down next to Tan, and then told Tan everything about the previous incident.
At first, Tan's expression was one of shock.
His eyes were widened, and the skin folds on his face were stretched out.
Her eyes flashed with thoughts and contemplation, and then, the shock gradually receded. She lowered her eyes and buried her head, her brows tightly knitted together, and her hands holding the old bark of the dead branches tightly grasped the quilt covering her legs...
Old Yangtou looked at Tan's appearance and was very worried, "Old woman, are you scared?"
Tan slowly raised his head and shook his head slowly.
"No, I know it's Yongxian."
"ah?"
"Old man, after you left, my chest felt tight and I felt flustered, so I just wanted to get up and pour a bowl of tea."
"As soon as I got up, I felt dizzy and fell to the ground. My vision was all dark. At that moment, I called for someone. I heard the door to the east room was knocked open. Someone rushed to me. What happened next, I killed I don’t even know…”
Everyone was shocked again and looked at each other.
Putting everything together, the truth emerges.
"That's too weird!" Old Yangtou said.
Yang Huazhong and the others were also silent, but their expressions were solemn.
Lao Yangtou saw that Tan was very weak and said, "You have a good rest. Lao San and I will go to the next room to discuss something."
"What are we discussing? Can't we discuss it in my room?"
"That's okay. Regarding Yongxian's funeral, we can't just let it go..."
Mrs. Tan shrank her neck, and Yang Huamei also shrank her neck.
Mrs. Tan patted Yang Huamei's hand: "Don't be afraid, my mother is here."
Yang Huamei smiled bitterly, "I'm afraid of you, mother. I was scared to death earlier!"
Yang Huamei said: "Let me stay and discuss it together!"
Everyone nodded, and Yang Huazhou said: "I'll call Yongzhi and Yongqing over. Don't disturb Yongjin for now."
Yang Huazhou left with his front legs and then his back legs. Tan, who was on the bed, turned his neck nervously, took Yang Huamei's hand and asked urgently: "What do you mean by that, fifth brother? What's wrong with the boy?"
Yang Huamei also looked confused, "I don't know either."
Yang Huazhongyan briefly and comprehensively explained Yang Yongjin's situation.
Tan's face darkened, "The evildoers were all caused by that girl Xiu Xiu, don't worry!"
Finally, the old lady sat on the bed and muttered: "The other rooms in our old Yang family are good, but the big room is really unlucky this year. It's been a lot of trouble."
Everyone understands what Tan means.
The matter of Yang Yongxian.
Embroidery thing.
Really irritable.
Yang Huazhong corrected: "Mom, you can't say that. Yongzhi and the others are relatively stable, and Yongqing and the others are doing good things one after another. Mo's disease has been cured, and a fat boy has been added to the family."
After this analysis, Tan's expression softened a bit.
Soon, Yang Huazhou called Yang Yongzhi and Yang Yongqing to come to the east room.
Everyone sat around the table and discussed Yang Yongxian's funeral...
Mrs. Liu listened to the general idea, and then took Yang Huaming out of the east room with her on the pretext of going to the toilet.
"What are you doing? Why did you drag me out when you went to your toilet?" Yang Huaming threw away Liu's arm in disgust.
"I'm not going to the toilet. I have to go to Luo's house at the entrance of the village. You go with me, I'm afraid of being alone!"
If it were any other time, Ms. Liu would definitely not be afraid, especially tonight, New Year's Eve, when everyone was beaming with joy, which only encouraged her courage.
But the old Yang family had just experienced such a thrilling incident, and no matter how courageous Mrs. Liu was, she was intimidated...
"Why are you going to Luo's house so late at night?"
"I have to inform Qing'er!"
"Ah? What's the letter?"
"Fourth brother, you idiot, your father has proposed to hold a big funeral for Yongxian. When your third brother and fifth brother see the situation tonight, they can't even refuse with shame,"
"That Yongxian did a lot of evil during his lifetime. Do you think such a person deserves to enjoy such a big funeral?"
"I don't know about the others. Qing'er will definitely be the first one not to agree!"
Yang Huaming weighed it for a moment, then immediately took Liu's hand and played with her at the door of the front room.
After a bowl of tea.
In the east room.
The so-called funeral discussion, to put it bluntly, is basically Lao Yang sitting there by himself and talking about how to handle it.
The three siblings, Yang Huazhong, Yang Huazhou and Yang Huamei, looked at each other in disbelief and hesitated several times, but in the end no one took the lead to speak out against Old Yang.
Therefore, Old Yangtou talked very enthusiastically, finishing one item after another. In the end, he drank a big bowl of tea, refilled it for himself, and continued talking.
However, the faces of the three brothers and sisters were all embarrassed, especially Yang Huazhong. After Old Yang finished the last sentence and picked up the tea bowl to drink tea to moisten his throat, he said very tactfully: "Dad, how about this matter?" Qing'er called over to discuss it? After all, we have to use the village ancestral hall, and the village elders and villagers have to ask again. After all, the situation in Yongxian... is not good, and according to the rules, we are not allowed to enter!"
Old Yang's face turned down, "This kind of thing is what men worry about. Since ancient times, there has never been a woman who jumped out to take charge of the ancestral hall!"
"Then Tang Yazi is a man, so he should be informed, right?" Yang Huazhong asked again.
Old Yangtou is in trouble.
Sitting on the bed, Mrs. Tan was very unhappy with Yang Huazhong's suggestion and said, "Yongxian is from our old Yang family. We, the old Yang family, will arrange this matter. Don't get involved with people with other surnames!"
At this moment, the sound of chaotic and rapid footsteps suddenly came from the door of the east room.
An old man's rich voice sounded at the door: "The ancestral hall belongs to the entire Changping Village, and every surname has a share. Can Yang Yongxian enter the ancestral hall for funeral, and can we leave this matter alone?"
