Yang Ruoqing bit her lip angrily, her brows furrowed together, and she made no sound.

Mrs. Sun hurriedly opened the lid of the altar, and a pungent smell rushed out, making Ms. Sun cover her face and sneeze to the side.

Turning her head again, she saw that the hot sauce in the jar was almost bottomed out by the firelight.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Sun raised her head and looked at Yang Ruoqing, confused.

"Humph, what else can happen? A thief sneaked into my house that afternoon," Yang Ruoqing said angrily.

As soon as she entered her room just now, she noticed something was wrong.

There were obvious signs of being turned over in the house, the straw on the chicken coop had been lifted, and the old hen was gone.

She heard a cooing sound above her head and looked up to see the old hen squatting on the roof of the house with a frightened look, tilting its head and staring, which startled her.

"Our family has been robbed." Upon hearing this, Ms. Sun's face changed color and she stuttered a bit. "Then, then, those things that your Aunt Guihua sent you."

"I hid all those things beforehand," Yang Ruoqing said.

At noon, she just had a sudden idea and hid all the eggs, white rice and dried mushrooms.

"Just hide it like that old hen," asked Sun again.

"The old hen is still there." Yang Ruoqing said. However, since the thief entered his house, he must have found the old hen. This time he did not take the old hen away. Maybe the old hen flew up to Yang Yang's house.

The thief could not be caught for a while, and he was afraid of disturbing Yang Huazhong in the next room, so the old hen escaped for the time being.

However, the old hen has been targeted

And the chili sauce, she thought no one would steal it, it wasn't a rare thing anyway, but she didn't expect that the thief was really not picky.

Mrs. Sun bit her lip, not knowing what to say for a long time. The small kitchen fell into a brief silence. Only the pot on the small stove made a cheerful gurgling sound, and the bubbles were mixed with wild vegetables.

The aroma of matsutake and matsutake slowly filled the kitchen.

After a while, Mrs. Sun asked Yang Ruoqing in a low voice, "Qing'er, do you think who did this?"

"Hmph, who else could it be? It must be the old Yang family," Yang Ruoqing said angrily, and her fourth uncle Yang Huaming was the most suspect.

"In the afternoon, my fourth uncle came to our place. He is the most suspicious." Yang Ruoqing was only halfway through her words when Mrs. Sun covered her mouth.

Mrs. Sun nervously looked in the direction of the kitchen door and said to Yang Ruoqing in a low voice, "Catching thieves and seizing stolen goods without evidence would be terrible if someone heard it and spread it to your fourth uncle's ears."

The fourth brother's reputation has never been very good in the village.

It's good to eat, but it's too lazy to cook, but it's bad to be lazy. Mrs. Sun remembers that she was lying on the bed after giving birth to Qing'er, and Qing'er's grandmother brought a bowl of stewed chicken soup and put it on the table.

Qing'er Gapo went to the pond at the entrance of the village to wash Qing'er's diapers. Here she was sitting on the bed leaning sideways to feed Daan. Over there, Yang Huaming slipped in from the corner.

It's not that she didn't see it, but she was embarrassed to shout out.

She is the sister-in-law, and the other is the fourth uncle. At that time, Yang Huaming had not yet married a wife, and was still a middle-aged man. She herself took off her clothes to breastfeed. If this alarmed the rest of the old Yang family, who would be exposed?

None of them are glorious.

She suppressed the sound of nibbling and did not dare to turn her head this way. She only hoped that Yang Huaming would leave a mouthful for herself so that Qing'er could breastfeed.

But who knows, he drank until there was not a drop left.

Yang Huaming did a lot of things like stealing food. At least he left a jar of hot sauce at the bottom, tinkering with it, and it was barely enough to mix shepherd's purse foam at night.

Mrs. Sun took her hand off Yang Ruoqing's mouth, sighed, turned around and started mixing the shepherd's purse foam.

Here, Yang Ruoqing was so angry that she almost rolled her eyes.

"Mom, we are the victims. We can't get rid of it even after we clean up and leave the house. Aunt Dayun and the others kindly sent some things over, but they were still worried about this group of people and refused to say anything. This tone is really

Can’t swallow”

"If you can't swallow it, we have to swallow it," Mrs. Sun said with red eyes, "Your father is like this now, and the two younger brothers are so small that the burden of the family falls on our mother and father. There will be a long time to come, and if we can't protect it, we will still have to swallow it."

If anything happens, you have to rely on your father and a few uncles and uncles to help you. It’s not good for anyone if you ruin your reputation and go in and out of the same yard."

Yang Ruoqing was silent.

In this backward and isolated mountain village, the man who was the pillar of the family collapsed, and the remaining women and daughters, no matter how capable they were, would still lag behind in many things.

Not to mention anything else, just the cultivation of those two acres of paddy fields and driving old oxen to plow the fields, Sun and Yang Ruoqing couldn't do that work.

However, Yang Ruoqing's silence at this moment does not mean that she will retreat and give in. She will definitely find other ways to make the thief reveal his true colors.

If I taste the sweetness of stealing this time, there will definitely be a next time. Hum, as long as he dares to come, I want him to look good.

After finishing the dinner in this dull atmosphere, and taking a bath, Yang Ruoqing returned to her room, closed the door tightly from behind, moved tables and chairs to block it, and then climbed into bed.

In the front yard, in Yang Huaming's four-bedroom house.

Yang Huaming burped and sat back on the chair, picking a piece of thatch between his teeth.

With a pair of feet soaked in hot water, Mrs. Liu squatted in front of him with difficulty with a big belly and was washing his feet.

"Daddy He'er, you are so talented. You got such a big bowl of chili sauce and hid it in our house. From now on, we will have a good meal." Mrs. Liu looked at her man with admiration, and the more she looked at it, the more rare she became.

, the more I look at it, the more I feel that men are amazing

"That's right, no matter who I am, as long as I want it, there's nothing I can't get." Yang Huaming burped with satisfaction, with a proud look on his face. He suddenly thought of something and frowned again, "Fat girl, that house

, and there was an old hen. I was going to bring it back to make soup. Damn it, that beast can fly. It flew up to the beam with a whoosh, and almost pecked my eyes."

"Daddy He'er, are your eyes okay? Come on, let me take a look."

Ms. Liu suddenly became nervous and stood up to look at Yang Huaming's face.

My man's face is really good-looking. There is no one in the whole Changping Village who is prettier than this one. If it gets pecked, it's not a big deal.

But Yang Huaming didn't appreciate it. He waved away Liu's hand and glared at her, "Why are you so worried? Am I that cowardly? I have to find a way to get that hen later. It's so fat."

It’s a great dish to go with wine.”
Chapter completed!