After eating and drinking, the whole family gathered in front of Yang Huazhong's bed and said thoughtful words for a while, and then they all fell asleep satisfied.

But there were two people in the four-bedroom house of Lao Yang’s house in the front yard, but it was very difficult to have a living.

"What's wrong with this belly? Why can't I stop hurting this night? Oh, no, no, I have to huh."

The fourth brother Yang Huaming covered his stomach, ran and rushed out of the house again, and went to the toilet in the backyard.

In the room, both of their daughters were lying in the bed and sleeping heavily.

Liu also sat beside the bed with his faintly swollen belly, and his facial features on his face had been distorted and deformed.

In my stomach, it was like a muffled thunder buried, and it was like a stone roller.

From left to right, from right to left, crushing and pressing her, making her restless.

After a while, Yang Huaming dragged two legs filled with lead and returned to the house. His face was whiter and more handsome than a woman, and it was sallow.

Just as Liu was farting, his pants crackled under his pants, like fried beans.

"Oh my god, you are disgusting. You fart and go to the door of the house. It's so bad."

Yang Huaming pinched his nose in disgust and used the hand that had just wiped the chrysanthemum.

Liu looked embarrassed and stood up with his stomach covering his stomach, "His father, you are so hard on me. That thing is not something I can say I won't let go, but I'm not making a fuss in my stomach."

Yang Huaming waved his hands impatiently and sat on the chair next to the table, as if he was exhausted.

"What happened this night? Why did you make such a fuss? If you keep going like this, you'll die."

Yang Huaming's face was full of confusion and his voice was insufficient.

Liu was also confused and helped analyze, "Realistically speaking, our stomachs are the best. Last time you sneaked into Pang Ya's house and stole chili sauce. We ate so much that night, but it wasn't like what happened like this time."

"Fat Ya"

Yang Huaming narrowed his eyes, as if he suddenly thought of something, and his body sat upright a little.

"I know why," said Yang Huaming.

"Why?" Liu asked.

"That bowl of dumplings" Yang Huaming said, "There is something wrong with that bowl of dumplings."

Liu was surprised and waved his hand, "Impossible, that bowl of dumplings was still cooking in the pot when I went there. I saw my third sister-in-law scooping it out of the pot. If there was a problem with the dumplings, how would the third sister-in-law and the others eat them themselves?"

Yang Huaming then thought, "Yes, is there something wrong with the meat filling in the dumplings? The meat filling is so fresh that I'm still greedy now."

"Her father, you came from the backyard just now. Have you ever seen my third sister-in-law get up at night?" Liu asked again.

"No, they're sleeping soundly, we're just making trouble. Oh, no, no, I'm here again, I have to go there."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Huaming opened the door and ran to the backyard toilet again with his legs clamped.

Liu's stomach was also grinning from pain.

She counted the bowl of dumplings and there were fifteen.

When I took it back to the house, my two daughters fell asleep and she didn't wake them up.

My daughters are still young, and when they grow up, they have the chance to eat it. It is rare to see the dumplings made of shepherd's purse and meat, so I have to hurry up and eat a few more.

Before he could move his chopsticks, the man Yang Huaming came in and saw that there were dumplings and his eyes lit up.

Liu did not dare to take it alone, so he brought the dumplings to the man.

Yang Huaming ate ten in one breath, and she rushed to eat five of them next to her, and also drank the dumpling soup inside.

At this moment, Yang Huaming occupied the toilet, and Liu's stomach had no place to solve the problem.

Looking at the toilet under the bed, Liu hurriedly pulled out the wooden barrel and took it to the corner of the wall. He couldn't wait to pull off his pants and sit on it.

A mountain torrent broke out, and Liu narrowed his eyes with relief and let out a sigh of relief.

Just as I put on my pants, before I could cover the toilet lid, a "meow" sound suddenly came from the roof beam.

Immediately afterwards, something fell from the roof beam.

It fell into her neck, furry and chilly.

She raised her hand and touched it, her hands were muddy. When she saw that it was a mouse whose head was bitten to pieces

Liu was so scared that he let out the dead mouse with his backhand, stomped his feet hard, kicking the toilet over with one kick

Yang Huaming just finished the work and pushed the door back to the house. As soon as he entered the door, his eyes turned dark and something was thrown towards him and hit him in the face.

"Bang"

The thing was stuck in his nose and fell on his instep.

Yang Huaming looked down and saw the dead mouse

Yang Huaming was so disgusting that he almost cursed his father. At this moment, a stench penetrated into his nostrils, choking him so hard that he almost fell into a fight.

I saw Liu still waving something while dancing, and at her feet, a pool of disgusting things spilled out of the overturned toilet.

The smell of the whole house was even worse than that of the toilet. The two sleeping daughters on the bed were also awakened by the torture, and they got up and covered their noses and cried loudly.

The crying in the house here soon alarmed the old Yangtou and Tan in the next room.

The old couple came to the door of the fourth room wearing clothes. Seeing this, Old Yang was so angry that his beard and his eyebrows were trembling.

"The unhelpful thing is embarrassing." After saying this, Lao Yang turned around and went back to the house to sleep and cover his head.

Mrs. Tan went back to the house and brought a basin of foot washing water that had not had time to pour out, and rushed into the house with her little feet.

As Liu poured it on his head, it made me feel cold.

"Damn, let's tell you to make trouble, why don't you clean up the house and peel your skin"

The next day, the sky was high and the clouds were light, and the autumn wind was refreshing.

As usual, Yang Ruoqing got up early and went to the underside of the ridge outside the village to retrieve the eel tube.

The harvest today is pretty good, and the eels with uneven thickness have been made nearly three and a half pounds.

Winter is coming soon, so you have to catch eels as soon as possible.

"Oh, my Qing'er has gained a good harvest today."

Yang Ruoqing was squatting in the kitchen and pouring eels. Sun came in, glanced at the eels in the wooden barrel, and praised with a smile.

"Mom, keep this big one for sale for money. I will pick up some of these more delicate ones later and clean them up. I will give me some wine to my husband at noon," said Yang Ruoqing.

"So, my Qing'er is so good. You Mr. Ga knows it, so you will definitely be happy." Sun said with a smile, put on his apron and started to tidy up breakfast.

Yang Ruoqing took the selected eels and a pair of scissors and went to the well in the yard to start picking up.

Pinch the eel's head with two fingers to the throat, pick up the scissors with the other hand, and gently cut it down on the soft throat.

Yin Hong's sticky blood spurted out, and then he used the tip of the scissor to pull down.

"Squeak"

Like a subtle and crisp sound of cracking silk, the eel was opened and broken.

The old cat from Lao Yang's house smelled the fishy smell and surrounded it, rubbing against Yang Ruoqing's feet, and the meowing cat's moan.

"Ha, Xiaoyao is greedy, okay, I'll give it to you all."

Yang Ruoqing threw the eel internal organs to the old cat who pleased her.

The old cat picked up the eel's inner tent and hid aside, squatted there and started eating happily, and made a satisfied "whimper" sound from time to time.
Chapter completed!