Mu Zichuan looked deeply at the woman in front of him, and two tears squeezed out of the corners of the boy's eyes.

A man won't shed tears easily.

Just because I haven’t reached the point of sadness!

The two mothers discussed it for a while, and took advantage of the dark night and high wind to carry Yang Huaming out of the yard.

Throw it on the village road.

Yang Huaming was battered by the north wind all night.

When he was found the next day, most of his life was lost.

The news spread back to Lao Yang's family, which shocked everyone in Lao Yang's family.

Old Yangtou was furious and immediately led a group of young and old men to push the cart and go to pick up the people.

Both Da An and Xiao An followed to watch the fun.

Yang Ruoqing only learned the news at noon.

Early in the morning, she and Tang Yazi went to town to deliver the tofu series.

Before lunch, Yang Ruoqing helped Sun pack the pig food.

The two mothers talked about Yang Huaming.

Sun said: "I heard from Daniu and the others that your fourth uncle is out there and has no shortage of food, drink, prostitution and gambling."

"I'm afraid I might have offended someone this time and been plotted against!"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips.

While mixing the chopped nettle grass into the pig food, he said: "Maybe it's a romantic debt!"

"My fourth uncle is blessed with a good body. He rarely goes to the village to play with women. It's not uncommon for him to be scolded."

Mr. Sun nodded, all of these are possible.

"After your fourth uncle brought it back, I didn't dare to go over and take a look." Mrs. Sun continued.

"But when Da'an came back, he said that his face was probably disfigured due to injuries all over his body. Oh, what a sin!"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "Every cause must have an effect. There's nothing to feel bad about."

She mixed the pig food and carried it out to feed the three little pigs.

Regarding the topic of Fourth Uncle, I don’t want to discuss it too much.

They are all nutritious things, and it is not as interesting as watching the piglets eat!

She scooped the pig food into the pig trough, and the three little pigs happily ran over to eat it.

The three pig heads were squeezed together, and the six pig ears were swaying like six sycamore leaves.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the physiques of the three of them and nodded secretly.

Nettle grass is a good thing.

Used to feed pigs, the piglets will grow faster and their fur will be shiny.

When they were caught, they weighed between fifteen and twenty kilograms.

After more than a month of careful feeding, the smallest boar weighs over thirty pounds.

The largest little boar weighs almost forty pounds.

While Yang Ruoqing was watching with interest, Luo Fengtang came over.

"Qing'er."

He shouted.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and smiled when she saw it was him.

"Didn't I ask your family to take a rest? Why are you here again?" she asked.

He pushed the wheelbarrow more than sixty miles back and forth from town, and his hands and feet were blistered.

"My uncle sent me over to talk to my third uncle about something," he said.

"What's going on?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "That's it, my family will buy land and write a contract tomorrow. My uncle also wants your uncle to help write it."

"My uncle is afraid that I would be disrespectful if I went to invite him alone. I want my third uncle to help me," he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Blacksmith Luo is a blacksmith, but he is very considerate and polite.

By the way, uncle Yang Huaan, a boy who has been born for thousands of years, might have his tail raised to the sky, right?

After all, he was her uncle, so she could only keep these slanders in her heart.

"So that's what happened. Now, go into the house and talk to my father!" she said.

"Yeah!" Luo Fengtang immediately went into the house to look for Yang Huazhong.

Here, Yang Ruoqing continues to feed the pigs.

I also took the time to pick up the newly laid egg from the chicken coop.

Luo Fengtang quickly pushed Yang Huazhong out of the house.

"Qing'er, Tangyazi and I are going to your uncle's house. Why don't you go there together?"

Yang Huazhong asked Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing said: "You go first, I will come find you later."

"also."

Yang Huazhong was pushed by Luo Fengtang straight to the front yard of Lao Yang's house.

…

It's windy today, and Yang Huamei is sitting in the warm bucket under the window to warm herself up.

He is still playing with wealth in his arms.

Yang Huamei's plump figure was facing away from the window. Luo Fengtang pushed Yang Huazhong past the yard, but she didn't pay much attention.

This movement did not escape Wangcai's dog eyes.

"Woof, woof woof~deer woof~"

Wangcai suddenly stretched his neck and barked out the window.

This thing about dogs, they know how to live.

Yang Huazhong always stayed in the house, and Luo Fengtang came back to the front yard of Old Yang's house for the first time.

Suddenly I saw two unfamiliar faces intruding into my territory.

Wangcai suddenly shouted loudly and bared his teeth toward the window.

"What's wrong with Wangcai? Who do you dislike again?"

Yang Huamei touched Wangcai's hair and asked with a smile.

Wangcai couldn't speak human language, so he stretched his neck and barked outside the window.

Yang Huamei then twisted her neck without a neck and looked out the window.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it.

At this glance, Yang Huamei was so excited that she almost fell off the heating bucket.

Tangyazi?

It’s Tang Yazi!

Wangcai was thrown to the ground by her, and she quickly put on her shoes and prepared to chase him out of the house.

As soon as she opened the door, Yang Huamei suddenly thought of something.

She stopped, looked down at her clothes, and frowned.

Turning around, I just rummaged through everything...

In Yang Huaan's house in the front yard.

Yang Huaan had his gloves in his sleeves and was sitting at the table drinking tea.

After listening to Yang Huazhong, who was sitting opposite, explain his purpose of visit.

A look of pride appeared on Yang Huaan's face.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Luo Fengtang, who was standing behind Yang Huazhong, respectfully.

"Writing a contract is not a careless task. Not only people from every village in the world can write it."

"There are many doorways here."
To be continued...