Neither Yang Ruoqing nor Yang Yongzhi answered Tan's words. Yang Ruoqing also came to the bedside, looked at the drunk Yang Yongqing, and asked Yang Yongzhi about the situation.

Yang Yongzhi said: "My aunt came to me earlier and talked about the matter. The two of us searched separately in the village. I found the grocery store of Heifeng's family on the other side of the village, and happened to meet the black cousin who came out to wash clothes."

"She asked me to go to her shop quickly and get Qing Xiaozi back. Last night Qing Xiaozi and some of his friends went to the grocery store to play cards all night. At dawn, I didn't know who was asking the winner to treat him. So,

After preparing several appetizers, four or five people were all drunk."

After hearing this, Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly, "To put it this way, Mr. Mo ran away after his little cousin left home to play cards. It's impossible for him to still have the heart to go out to play cards and drink after he disappeared, so even if he wakes him up now, it would be in vain.

, let him continue to sleep!"

After saying these words, Yang Ruoqing turned around and walked towards the door.

Yang Yongzhi hesitated for a moment, then quickly stepped forward to catch up.

When Mrs. Tan heard the noise, she shouted at the back of the two of them: "Hey, why did you just leave like that? Take the person away, why are you leaving me here?"

Yang Yongzhi paused for a moment and was about to go back and carry the person away, but was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.

"Third brother, don't worry about him for now. Let's go to the backyard to take a closer look and discuss what to do next."

Yang Yongzhi nodded and followed Yang Ruoqing out of the east room again.

Mrs. Tan was so anxious that she ran to the door with her bare feet regardless of her shoes: "Come back here and get him away. The wine smells so bad..."

The two of them didn't look back, and Mrs. Tan stamped her feet in anger.

The stomp was so painful that she realized she didn't have to wear shoes.

"This damn fat girl, her presence makes it difficult for me. She is such a dirty thing, bah!"

Yang Huamei and San Yatou came over from the opposite room with sobering soup. Yang Huamei quickly persuaded Mrs. Tan to go back to the house, "Mom, the main thing is to find Mr. Mo first. Let's take care of Yongqing here first."

If it weren't for the pain in her feet, Ms. Tan would have jumped and said, "Why should I look after him? I hate drunk people the most in my life..."

"Mom, this young boy is your grandson after all. You just have to endure it."

While Yang Huamei patiently coaxed Mrs. Tan, she looked at the third girl and asked her to feed Yang Yongqing the hangover soup first.

The third girl nodded, took the bowl and spoon to the cooling bed, squatted there and called Yang Yongqing softly: "Little cousin, wake up..."

Here, Mrs. Tan still looked reluctant, but had no choice, and shouted: "...Then I will say something ugly first. If the brat dares to vomit in my room later, I will choke him and none of you will."

Stop it!"

"Okay, okay, I will listen to my mother in everything..."

Before Yang Huamei could finish her words, a low cry came from the three girls on the other side of the bed, followed closely by a tragic "vomit..."

There is a kind of pig food, which is made of wheat bran, wild vegetable roots, rice bran, and swill, stirred together, poured into a large pot, boiled, and then scooped into a wooden barrel to feed the pigs.

If the temperature is too high, just scoop two ladles of cold water into it and exchange it. Some women are not particular about it and pour leftovers that have gone rancid overnight into it. Some even spit a few mouthfuls of saliva into it to suppress their noses.

The bucket of pig food that is now stirred is very viscous, and the unique formula gives it just the right sour taste. When poured into the pig trough, it will make the big-eared pigs excited.

At this moment, Yang Yongqing was lying on his back by the bedside. His mouth was like a barrel. A steady stream of 'pig food' poured out of his mouth. A large amount of pig food soon accumulated on the ground.

beach.

After being baptized by stomach acid, these things were further fermented to produce a rancid smell that made people numb their scalp. The smell of low-quality alcohol was mixed with it, and the rat that came out to look for food in the corner was so smoked that it turned around and crawled into the rat hole.

Several people in the same room were dumbfounded.

Mrs. Tan slapped her legs and jumped three feet high, her brows stood up like two chopsticks, and her face was covered with a black blame.

"Master Ditian, what are you really afraid of? Qing boy, you are a bitch, I will strangle you to death!"

Tan transformed into a whirlwind old girl and rushed towards the bed before Yang Huamei and the three girls could react, her sharp nails glowing with cold light.

Suddenly his bare feet stepped on something warm and greasy. Tan secretly screamed, waving his hands and falling backwards.

"Milk!"

"mother!"

The third girl and Yang Huamei exclaimed almost at the same time. The third girl, who was slightly closer to Tan, dropped her soup bowl in desperation and ran over to help Tan.

"Miscellaneous, how are you?" the third girl asked worriedly, looking up and down at Mrs. Tan.

The body did not fall to the ground, but the feet were too scary...

Yang Huamei also rushed to Tan's side at this time and helped Tan to stand upright.

"Mom, why are you running around without shoes?" Yang Huamei looked helpless and slightly blamed.

It's just that he didn't wear shoes, and he was so reckless and careless. If the three girls hadn't been quick enough to catch him in time, he would probably have broken his back.

If you hit the back of your head, you'll be in even greater trouble.

"Ah ah ah, my feet, my feet, my feet are going to rot..."

Mrs. Tan came back to her senses, put her arms on the shoulders of San Yatou and Yang Huamei, jumped around with her feet on the ground, and yelled so loudly that the roof was almost overturned.

The third girl and Yang Huamei were shaken from side to side and almost fell down.

The two coaxed patiently, and finally lifted Mrs. Tan back to sit on the stool. The three girls went to the kitchen opposite to fetch water to wash Mrs. Tan's feet, while Yang Huamei went to the yard at the door to get a broom and dustpan. Of course, in

Before this, the stove bottom ash was indispensable, otherwise it would be impossible to clean it, and it would all stick to the broom and spread all over the house.

During the division of labor between the two of them, Tan was sitting on the stool with her feet dangling in the air. It didn't matter whether Yang Yongqing was awake or drunk. Anyway, Yang Yongqing was cursed from his hair to his toenails, from his brain to his bone marrow.

All over.

Yang Yongqing didn't know how much he drank or ate. He lay there vomiting for a while, rested for a while, then vomited again after resting for a while.

There was a large area of ​​dirt next to the cool bed, and it was even stained on the cool bed.

Tan's eyes were blind, but his ears were good. Hearing this series of big movements and smelling the pungent sour odor, he was so angry that he trembled all over.

As more and more filth was spit out, Yang Yongqing's alcoholism gradually faded away.

He tilted his head and squinted his eyes to look at Mrs. Tan. In his eyes, Mrs. Tan turned into countless afterimages superimposed on each other.

He grinned stupidly, raised a finger and gestured in front of his eyes: "Hey, there are so many breasts, one, two, three... ugh..."

Before I could count to five, my stomach felt turbulent again.

Listening to the heartbreaking sound of vomiting, Mrs. Tan's face turned green.
Chapter completed!