Wanghai County, Changping Village.

Yang Ruoqing suddenly discovered that in this world, women are not the only people who say what they say and mean what they say.

Men, even if they are forty-six or seventeen years old, they will behave like this even if they are the father-in-law.

Listen, isn't Fourth Uncle talking about duplicity?

None of the people had even persuaded him to go to Liujiacun to pick up Mrs. Liu. He himself made a lot of noise, which shows that he really wanted to go to Liujiacun to pick her up, but he just couldn't save the face. He needed to

If someone else mentions it, he can slide down the stairs.

The people in the room not only understood Yang Ruoqing, but also everyone else.

Yang Huazhong spoke out of habit to persuade: "Fourth brother, if you ask me, men don't have to worry too much about women. There are quarrels in every household, so just go and tell..."

"Dad, don't say that!" Yang Ruoqing suddenly shouted to cut off Yang Huazhong's words.

"Dad, forceful behavior is not sweet. Even if the fourth uncle listens to our advice or listens to your scolding this time and is forced to go to Liujiacun to pick up the fourth aunt, he might still make a scene when he comes back.

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"Let's not try to persuade Fourth Uncle. We respect his thoughts. Fourth Uncle is already this old, so he must have an idea of ​​what he will say and do. There is no need for us to persuade him!"

Yang Ruoqing winked at Yang Huazhong as she spoke, hoping that her honest and upright father could understand the meaning in her eyes.

Otherwise, the eyes will blink in vain and the eyelids will become sore.

While Yang Huazhong was still staring in confusion, Old Yang Tou and Yang Huazhou both understood.

Yang Huazhou coughed dryly and sat there, holding up his tea bowl and pretending to drink tea, not trying to persuade Yang Huaming.

Lao Yangtou directly ordered Yang Huazhong: "Listen to Qing'er. Qing'er is right. A melon won't be sweet if you twist it hard, and you won't drink water if you press a cow's head hard. It's better not to persuade me, just follow Lao Si!"

Everyone blinked and coughed when they talked about this. Even if Yang Huazhong's reflex arc could circle the earth once, he should have reacted at this moment.

Sure enough, he grinned honestly, and then said to Yang Huaming: "Fourth brother, you are an adult. Third brother will not dictate your housework. Do whatever you think is good!"

Yang Hua Maze looked at the people in front of him and was dumbfounded.

But he still said stubbornly: "There is no need to think about it anymore. I have already thought about it. Ever since she didn't come back with her parents on the first day of the first lunar month, I was determined not to want this woman anymore."

"If I had been a young man like this before, I might have bowed to her for the sake of the children, just to bring her back and have a complete family. Humph, things are different now. Even without her, I would

Life is still going smoothly, I don’t know how good it is!”

"I can buy whatever I want, and no one can care about my three small meals a day. Whether I wash the pots and pans once every three days or every five days, no one will tell me what to do."

"If I don't change my pants or socks for a month, no one will stop me from going to bed."

"When I fart, I not only have to cover it with a quilt, but I also cover it with a pillow. After covering it, I cover my nose and sniff. No one will scold me for being disgusting anymore. Hehe, these little days are so happy just thinking about it.

, why should I take her back? Why should I take her back to torture her? I'm not stupid!"

"Also, I..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking!" Old Yangtou couldn't listen anymore, raised the dry tobacco pole in his hand and shook it.

"As for your slovenly life, you should hide it by yourself and cover it with your young master. It would be embarrassing!"

"Hey, dad, what's so embarrassing about this? I think it's great!" Yang Huaming said.

Old Yang rolled his eyes at him, "It's too dirty. Don't talk to me like that. I'm an old man in his seventies and I change my socks every three days."

Yang Ruoqing heard this with her eyebrows pounding.

"Master, I have mysophobia. You change your socks every three days and she finds out later that she doesn't want to look at you anymore."

Old Yang was stunned and said sternly: "Whether she looks at it or not, I'm still the same me! It's not surprising."

Before he finished speaking, a figure appeared at the door.

"I don't care about you either!"

Who else could have such a familiar voice besides Tan?

Lao Yangtou shook his hand, and the dry tobacco pole in his hand fell directly to the table.

Everyone turned their heads and saw Mr. Tan appearing at the door of the hall with a dark face.

Yang Ruoqing's sharp eyes saw at a glance that Mrs. Tan today was wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket with dark patterns of chrysanthemums that she had never worn before. The black trousers underneath seemed to be brand new. Her hair was tied up in a bun.

There is a silver hairpin inserted in the bun.

For the first time, she also wore a pair of silver earrings on her ears.

Standing there, although he is thin and small, his body looks very handsome and he is very energetic.

Did the old lady come here after being carefully dressed up? Yang Ruoqing thought to herself, and went to peek at Old Yang's head again.

At this time, Lao Yangtou also picked up the dry tobacco pole, but he did not turn around. He sat stiffly at the table, leaving the back of his head to Mr. Tan.

Yang Huazhong and others stood up to say hello to Tan, but Tan ignored them.

Yang Ruoqing noticed that Tan's hand hidden behind her back seemed to be holding something, wrapped in a black handkerchief, and it looked like a pair of shoes.

So Yang Ruoqing stepped forward to support Tan, "Mistress, are you here for something?"

Mrs. Tan's cold eyes were scratching at the back of Old Yang's head. When she heard Yang Ruoqing's question, she said angrily: "It's okay, I just came over to see if some old thing has died. He is acting like a fool all the time. Why is the King of Hell still here?"

Won’t come to pick you up!”

When Old Yangtou heard this, his back visibly stiffened and his face became even more ugly.

However, Mrs. Tan was not interested in fighting, so she put down these words and turned around and left Yang Huazhong's courtyard.

"What's going on, mom? Why are you coming and going in such a hurry?" Yang Huazhou didn't know why and asked the others.

Others also shook their heads.

Only Yang Ruoqing knew that the old lady should have come here specifically to find the old man, but when she heard what the old man said, the old lady became angry.

"Master, the food box last night... I'm afraid it was wasted."

Yang Ruoqing took advantage of the others to talk about other things and quietly told Lao Yangtou this.

Old Yangtou smiled bitterly, "She can make trouble as long as I have a clear conscience."

The old man said that, but in the subsequent chat with the three Yang Huazhong brothers, he was absent-minded tomorrow and found an excuse to leave early.

Looking at the anxious and lonely figure of the old man, and looking at the deliberately careless look of the fourth uncle at the table, Yang Ruoqing finally understood that this duplicity was the tradition of the old Yang family.

The three brothers were talking about things here, so Yang Ruoqing went to the backyard to talk to Sun, Xiaohua and the others.

The main purpose is to find out when Xiao An and the others will come back to pay New Year greetings.

Xiaohua said: "Sister, I was about to go over and tell you. Xiaoan sent a letter to Daan and will come back to pay New Year greetings on the sixth day of the first lunar month. Lian'er's parents will also come together then."

Yang Ruoqing said: "That's good, I'll let them stay at home for a few more days."
Chapter completed!