This is Yang Ruoqing's first time back in Yang Hualin and Qian's yard, located at the junction of Changping Village and Lijia Village.

Mrs. Qian has been locked in the house and is not allowed to come out. The scope of her activities is the main room and the east and west wings.

No one is allowed to come out of the yard, kitchen or toilet.

Eating, drinking, and urinating are all done in those three rooms.

The old Yang family ordered that one meal should be delivered every day to ensure that they would not starve to death, and other matters would not be concerned.

Therefore, this yard has not been taken care of for a long time, with dead leaves everywhere, and it is in a state of decay.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that it is very gracious for people like Qian to be treated like this by the old Yang family.

"Well, it's in the east room. Don't go to the west room. Her feces and urine will go to the west room."

Liu's voice brought Yang Ruoqing back from her thoughts.

Yang Ruoqing responded and followed Mrs. Liu to the door of the main room.

When Mrs. Liu took the key and opened the door, the two of them entered the main room one after another. They were greeted by a stench.

I won’t describe it here, it’s beyond words.

In short, fortunately Yang Ruoqing was well prepared before coming and wore a mask.

In the main room, all the tables and chairs were overturned to the ground, and tea bowls, teapots, etc. were also smashed everywhere on the ground.

It is estimated that Qian wanted to vent his anger, so he vented in the house to attract attention.

But it's a pity that this place has no front and no store. If it is smashed to pieces, no one will pay attention.

Even if you pay attention, it is still a household matter of the old Yang family, and it is not easy for others to interfere.

The door of the east room was ajar. Mrs. Liu reached the door and kicked it open with a bang.

In the east room, the ground was in a mess, and tables and chairs were all staggered.

The child's cradle and the cabinets for clothes were all collapsed, leaving only a bed over there.

There was a mess of quilts on the bed, and the curtains were torn to pieces, hanging there and fluttering.

Among the messy quilts, a woman with disheveled hair sat there, staring at the door with a pair of angry eyes.

When Mrs. Liu and Yang Ruoqing came in, Mrs. Qian on the bed did not say a word, and her eyes followed the bowl held in Mrs. Liu's hand.

Mrs. Liu placed the bowl heavily on the bedside, then quickly stepped aside while covering her nose.

"Eat, eat, eat, a plague broom star wants me to serve you, be careful of choking you to death!" Mrs. Liu said.

Qian curled her lips, lifted up the quilt, crawled to the bed and grabbed the bowl.

When I saw that the bowl contained more than half a bowl of porridge and a chopstick of pickles and so on.

Mrs. Qian was so angry that she gritted her teeth at Mr. Liu.

"You just gave me something that even a pig wouldn't eat. What are you going to do with those few pennies? Buy coffins for your man and your daughter?" Qian immediately scolded her.

Mrs. Liu was also furious and jumped up.

"You old bitch, I gave you stuttering food out of kindness, and you're just grateful. Why are you cursing me?"

"I'm going to feed the dog, and the dog will wag its tail a few times. Don't eat it, don't eat it!"

Mrs. Liu rushed forward, raised her hand and knocked the bowl out of Mrs. Qian's hand.

The porridge in the bowl spilled out and spread all over the bed. It was thin and mixed with pickles, making it look even more messy.

Qian also made a fuss, straightened up, pulled out Liu's hair, and dragged Liu onto the bed.

Then, the two women struggled on the bed and became a ball.

Qian's cattle are tall and strong. Although they are locked in the house and are not allowed to go out, they can only eat once a day and have no work to do. They eat and sleep.

That strength is still there.

Compared to Qian's figure, Liu's figure is two sizes smaller.

Liu's specialty is talking, and he is really no match for Qian in a fight.

So, after three or two rounds, Liu was pinned down on the bed by Qian, and Qian's ass as big as a grindstone sat on Liu's lower back.

Sitting down suddenly, Liu's waist almost broke in half.

"Ouch, this old bitch is going to shake things up. Qing'er, why are you still standing there in a daze? Come and help me!"

Mrs. Liu cried like a ghost and howled like a wolf, and hurriedly asked Yang Ruoqing for help at the door of the house.

Yang Ruoqing took a few steps forward and came to the bedside, but did not take action to rescue Mr. Liu.

Instead, he said to Qian, who was sitting on Ms. Liu, "I have a big belly and have no interest in participating in your fight."

"Okay, let my fourth aunt down. This bag of pastries was originally intended to be sent to Aunt Guihua's house, but now it's for you. Can it be used to make up for the half bowl of porridge that was spilled? Is it possible?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Qian looked at the bag of cakes in Yang Ruoqing's hand and sneered: "It's too little, not enough to stuff between my teeth!"

Yang Ruoqing's eyes widened: "So many pastries are not enough for you to stuff between your teeth? Could it be that you have the mouth of a hippopotamus? An elephant's mouth?"

Qian had never heard of or even heard of hippos and elephants, but she could feel that what Yang Ruoqing said was not good.

"Humph, go back and tell your father and the others that they will starve me to death if they dare. If I'm locked up like this and don't have enough to eat, I might as well just die!" Qian said.

"Also, if you bring food in the future, please bring more, otherwise I will beat anyone who brings food, including your mother!"

What arrogant words!

Yang Ruoqing secretly sneered in her heart, wishing she could go up and give the Qian family a slap in the face.

But thinking of her more interesting plan, Yang Ruoqing held back for the time being.

She laughed along and said: "Okay, okay, I will definitely help you convey your words to my father."

"Take this bag of pastries. Let my fourth aunt down quickly, she is about to be crushed to death by you!" Yang Ruoqing pointed to Ms. Liu on the bed.

Mrs. Liu's face was flushed now, and she was slapping her hands vigorously on the bed, trying to struggle to get up.

However, Qian's tonnage pressed down on her, just like Monkey Sun was crushed under Wuzhi Mountain, and Liu couldn't get out at all.

Qian was still holding Liu's hair firmly with one hand, as if riding a horse.

Poor Mrs. Liu fell into a big trap.

Mrs. Qian pinched Mrs. Liu's back several times and then pushed Mrs. Liu off the bed.

Ms. Liu fell to the ground and hit the overturned chair behind her. She grimaced in pain.

"You old bitch..."

As soon as she finished speaking, Qian picked up one of her shoes and jumped off the bed.

"What are you scolding? Why don't you curse again?"

A shoe sole was thrown onto Mrs. Liu's body. Mrs. Qian was still looking for tools, and she already had the scissors in the dustpan in her hand.

Ms. Liu's face turned pale with fright, she froze in place and her legs trembled.

Yang Ruoqing came over and pulled her up: "Fourth Aunt, let's get out of here quickly, otherwise we will really suffer!"

Ms. Liu came to her senses, ran out of the house in a mess, and stood at the door of the house, gasping for air, looking like she was in shock.

Yang Ruoqing also came out and stood beside Mrs. Liu.

Looking through the window of the east room, he saw Mrs. Qian unwrapping the pastry wrapping paper.
Chapter completed!