To put it bluntly, the toilet outside the backyard is almost never used during the twelve hours a day except for sleeping hours!
Sometimes when I go to the toilet during the day, I bump into other people in the family from time to time. Sometimes I catch up and have to fight to go to the toilet.
Because the toilets are tight and frequently used by many people, a lot of embarrassing things often happen.
So in the end, the old Yang family unanimously came up with a rule: whoever goes in must put his belt on the toilet door outside the fence. This is a hint from the first comer to the late comer, reminding him that someone is squatting inside. .
When latecomers come near the toilet, they will stamp their feet or cough dryly.
This also reminds people in the toilet that someone is coming and is waiting outside. You should hurry up.
At the same time, it can also effectively prevent some people from being careless and forgetting to put on their belts.
So double insurance…
Old Yangtou thought about that time, and then looked at now. Everything was dark, the yard was suddenly empty, and there was no shortage of toilets.
But the loneliness and desolation that accompanied this became more and more obvious, making the old man often look at these empty rooms, feeling a sense of loneliness and loss in his heart...
Old Yangtou still doesn't know what Yang Yongzhi and the others in the third room think. They should probably continue to live in the old house in the next few years.
After all, most of the money Yongzhi earns is saved for Hong'er's education, and there is not much leftover money to build a house.
But Old Yangtou had heard about the plan of Yang Yongqing who lived in the backyard.
After making money, Yongqing will definitely build a new house.
As for whether to build on the foundation of the backyard homestead or go to the village entrance to buy a new foundation to build on, it's hard to say.
If Mo was crazy in the past, Yongqing would never have such ambitions.
Now that Mrs. Mo's madness has recovered, and her fourth child has a son, Mrs. Mo has begun to run a family, and the first thing she does is to train Yongqing.
Therefore, sooner or later, the palm-sized space in the backyard will not be able to contain the young couple.
Why!
Old Yangtou stood in the middle of the yard, looking at the front yard, thinking about the back yard, and then looking at the empty room in the west house opposite, feeling a little depressed.
Will he and the old woman be the only two companions in this third courtyard?
Just when Lao Yangtou was standing in the middle of the yard, sinking into the quagmire of loneliness and loss, unable to extricate himself, the door of the east room behind him creaked open, and Mrs. Tan appeared at the door of the east room with her hands lowered.
"Is the damn fat girl gone?" The old lady poked her head out, looked around, and asked Old Yang.
Old Yang turned around and said helplessly: "My child specially brings you dumplings at night. You can just call her fat girl. Can't you remove the word in front of it? It's also unlucky!"
It's easy to die or live.
No matter what, they are all the descendants under their own feet, passed down by blood, I look forward to it!
Tan tilted his head and looked up and down at Old Yang's head with one eye. He originally wanted to refute a few words from Old Yang's head.
It turned out that there was something wrong with Old Yangtou's state.
Seeing the dark lights in the first five backyards, the old man also mentioned to himself the desertedness during this period...
So Mr. Tan temporarily suppressed the rebuttal words that were on his lips.
"It's just a catchphrase, and I don't mean any harm." She waved her hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, it's late at night, let's go back to the house!"
Mrs. Tan turned around and returned to the east room. Old Yangtou also gathered his mood and followed her into the east room.
Lao Yang headed straight to the washstand in the corner, ready to wash up and go to bed, but was stopped by Mrs. Tan.
"There are dumplings on the table. You can eat them and then wash up!"
dumpling?
Old Yang was startled for a moment, then walked to the table. Sure enough, there was half a plate of dumplings on the plate in the insulated food box.
There was also a small amount of chive flower sauce left.
"Why don't you finish eating them all? What are you leaving for me?" the old man asked.
"I'm asking this. We've known each other our whole lives. Am I the kind of person who eats alone?" Ms. Tan was already making the bed, using a feather duster to drive away the mosquitoes in the tent.
Hearing Lao Yangtou's question, she turned and rolled her eyes at him, then turned around and continued to drive away the mosquitoes.
But Lao Yangtou said: "You come and finish it. I can't eat any more. By the way, I almost forgot to tell you that tonight I went to Luo's house with Lao Suntou and the others to eat dumplings..."
"What?"
Mrs. Tan turned around suddenly, her face instantly darkened.
"What are you talking about? Didn't you have dinner in the fourth room? Did you go to Luo's house to eat dumplings?" Tan asked, staring at Old Yangtou with a scrutinizing gaze.
Old Yangtou was a little dumbfounded, and there was a bad voice in his heart.
But he was not a person who liked lying, so he just nodded and said that he came out of the fourth room at that time. The father and son had a quarrel because they had a disagreement with the fourth child, and they were in a depressed mood.
Then he was dragged by Old Sun Tou and Blacksmith Luo to sit at Luo's house for a while. He didn't plan to have dinner at Luo's house because the fourth man was so angry that he couldn't eat at all.
Later, I caught up with the Luo family to make dumplings, and after everyone's repeated persuasion, I ate a bowl of dumplings.
Later, because the conversation with Qing'er didn't go well, they broke up on bad terms.
Old Yangtou truthfully told Mrs. Tan these things, hoping to get Mrs. Tan's understanding. At the end, he added: "I kept these things in my heart, and I didn't bother to tell you about dumplings after I came back." It happened, it was my negligence..."
"Snapped!"
The feather duster was thrown to the ground by Tan.
With a dark face, Mrs. Tan went up and stomped on the feather duster a few more times, scolding at the same time: "Idiot, idiot, you are such an idiot. You only think about others when you eat every bite. Where are others? You will eat until you are exhausted. If I can't afford you, who are you like an onion? What kind of seedling are you?"
When Lao Yangtou saw Tan's actions and heard her scolding her without naming her, his face suddenly turned ugly.
"Old woman, don't get angry. I'm just worried about you getting angry, so I told you so clearly. Why are you still getting angry?"
"I don't get angry. Where did I get angry? You didn't do anything wrong? There's nothing worth getting angry about?"
Tan still stomped on the feather duster on the ground, and asked Lao Yangtou with gritted teeth.
Doesn’t Old Yangtou know about the Tan family?
I'm getting angry, the fire is still burning strong, hey!
Old Yangtou walked over, grabbed the feather duster on the ground and held it in his hand.
"If you are really not angry, then stop acting like this..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Tan in front of him suddenly jumped three feet high, and his finger almost poked Lao Yangtou's nose.
"What do I do? What do I look like? You have to make it clear, what do I do that you can't stand?"
Lao Yang stepped back repeatedly, "No, no, no, no, no, go to bed. If you're hungry, go and eat the dumplings. If you're not hungry, just go to bed. It's okay to eat again tomorrow!"
Mrs. Tan: "I don't eat, and I don't sleep either. It's your own business whether you want to eat or sleep. I'll arrange my own affairs. I don't want you to dictate!"
