Yang sneered: "Look at how stingy you are, I just asked you, you make it look like I'm trying to get your money!"

Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips and was too lazy to talk to Yang.

Mrs. Liu on the side said: "Second sister-in-law, do you still need to ask? The third and fifth bedrooms are close to each other, so the money they will give you for the meeting will definitely be more than ours."

Yang said: "That's true."

Yang immediately took a look at Sun's 60% new clothes.

Smashing the words: "Look at Qing'er's clothes, she is better dressed than us."

"Let me tell you, if you don't give me sixty or eighty cents for this meeting, it won't be justified!"

Ms. Sun forced out a smile and said, "We have discussed how much we should give, so it's not up to the second sister-in-law to worry about it."

"Tch, I don't have time to worry about you." Yang said.

"I say this from the perspective of justice. Now that your life is better, you must not forget your roots."

"The richer you are, the more stingy you are. That would make people laugh."

Mrs. Yang pretended to be a sister-in-law and squatted there to teach Mr. Sun seriously.

Other women passing by heard half of what he said.

Everyone looked at Sun in surprise.

Yang Ruoqing frowned.

The second mother's words can easily create a sense of stinginess for the people around her.

The illusion of fussing over money during a meeting.

Yang Ruoqing directly interrupted Yang's words.

"Second Mom, don't just eat carrots and worry about it!"

she said loudly.

"If you give us eight cents, that's your business. How much we give is our business. We don't have to repay you."

Hearing that Yang Ruoqing shook out eight cents, several women watching the excitement covered their mouths and laughed.

After working on it for a long time, it turns out that it’s not the third bedroom who is stingy, but the rest of the old Yang family?

Here, Yang was a little annoyed.

"The rest of us are not family members, and we don't have half a penny in our hands."

"You have the final say on how much you pay, what does it have to do with us?"

"On the other hand, you, the third wife, have saved money now, and your mother is so well-dressed, so it would be foolish of you to give her more!"

"If I were as wealthy as you, I would definitely send a big red envelope to my fifth younger brother and sister!" Yang said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled.

He glanced at Ms. Yang's bare face and said, "Why didn't you put on any powder now? Is the madam a good person?"

"It's not the first day we've met. You said you don't have a private house. Where did you get those makeup and new clothes?"

"Just give me eight cents. No one will say anything to you, but you want to involve my family!"

"How much money my family gives is our business. If I don't tell you, I'll kill you!" Yang Ruoqing said.

Yang couldn't argue with Yang Ruoqing, so she was so angry that she gnashed her teeth.

"Damn fat girl!"

Yang scolded.

"The dead bustard!"

Yang Ruoqing fought back.

Yang's face turned pale with anger, and her face was so stretched that it almost touched the ground.

The women watching the excitement were all whispering.

In the east room, Mrs. Tan was discussing a banquet with the Huang family's sister-in-law.

Hear the noise outside.

Especially Yang Ruoqing's high-spirited words "eight cents".

Mrs. Tan's expression changed and she rushed out of the house.

"Why is there so much nonsense while working?"

Mrs. Tan glared fiercely at the three daughters-in-law and one granddaughter on the other side of the tub, and shouted angrily.

Ms. Yang complained to Mr. Tan with a look of aggrievedness.

"Mom, fat girl is so uneducated. She called me a madam in front of everyone, and my three siblings didn't even say a word..."

Yang knew about Tan.

Although my mother-in-law doesn't like herself, she doesn't like Fat Ya even more.

At this time, the mother-in-law will definitely take her side.

But--

Mrs. Tan stared at Mr. Yang with a sullen face.

"Shut that mouth of yours, if you can't speak!"

"If you talk to that Jijigugu again, get the hell back to town!" Ms. Tan scolded.

Yang was dumbfounded.

Don't understand what's going on.

The sister-in-law of Huang's family next to Mrs. Tan's eyes flashed and dismissed the women who were watching.

Then he said to Mrs. Yang: "Second sister-in-law, there is a job to light the fire in the kitchen. Come on!"

Yang went to the kitchen reluctantly.

After moving Yang and Yang Ruoqing away, the yard returned to a lively and busy scene.

Mrs. Liu squatted aside with her head hunched, grinding the ginger in her hand.

Yang Ruoqing took the ginger from Sun's hand and said, "Mom, I'll grind it. You go inside and have a sip of tea."

Ms. Sun has been busy these days, and Yang Ruoqing is rushing to do all the clothes and dishes at home.

The water used to wash the ginger in this basin is very cold.

But Mrs. Sun didn't get up: "Mom, it's okay, go and play your own tricks."

Yang Ruoqing forcibly pulled Ms. Sun up, "Mom, you go and rest for a while."

Mrs. Sun nodded and was about to leave when Mrs. Tan came out of the house again.

"Let the fourth daughter-in-law wash the ginger. Third daughter-in-law, go and put these paper-cuts up in the fifth daughter-in-law's house!"

The paper-cutting was done by Sun.

After it was cut, it was sent to Tan's house.

Sun was surprised when she heard that Tan asked her to paste the paper-cutting.

Ms. Liu squatted beside her, with a look of envy and jealousy in her eyes.

"Mom, didn't you ask the second sister-in-law to go?"

asked Sun.

There is something special about pasting paper cutouts.

It has to be posted by people with good fortune, so as to achieve good luck.

Mrs. Sun remembered that when Ms. Liu got married, it was Ms. Yang who put up the paper-cuts.

In the kitchen, Yang's buttocks were not yet warm when she heard the movement in the yard.

Yang rushed out like a gust of wind.

"Mom, do you want to put up paper cuttings? I'm good at it, I'll go and I'll go!"

Yang reached out to take the dustpan containing the paper cuttings from Tan's hand.

She likes the task of pasting up paper cutouts.

Easy and decent.

Moreover, according to the rules, there are two hard-boiled red eggs pressed at the bottom of the dustpan.

This is a thank you gift.

But before she could stand still, she was pulled aside by Tan.

"Go ahead and light your fire, nothing will happen to you!"

Mr. Tan shouted angrily at Mr. Yang.

Mrs. Tan said impatiently to Ms. Sun who was still stunned: "Just go and post it if I ask you to do it. Where can you get so much nonsense?"

Mrs. Tan came over and put the dustpan in Mrs. Sun's hand.

"After the paper cuttings are pasted, I made Lao Wu's bed."

"I put all the stuff that makes the bed under the dustpan!"

After saying this, Mrs. Tan turned around and returned to the east room.

In the envious eyes of all the women.

Under Yang's jealous eyes, he watched.

Mrs. Sun pulled Yang Ruoqing into Yang Huazhou's wedding room.

In Yang Huazhou's house, the Tuba floor was leveled and swept clean.

The four walls were covered with yellow mud, as well as the corners of the roof beams.

Dust, cobwebs, etc. were also cleaned up.

Inside the house, there is a brand new wedding bed next to the wall.

Yang Ruoqing visually inspected the bed, which should be one and a half meters wide.

A popular style among villagers, all three rooms have wooden fences at arm's length.

There is a square opening on this side for entry and exit.

The width of the opening is just enough for two people to sit side by side.

In front of the bed, there was also a bed board, and two brand new small wooden cabinets were placed at both ends of the board.
Chapter completed!