"What?"

Old Yangtou was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

The elderly people in the village who had seen the concubine's face all said the same thing.

Speaking of Lan Yatou, she looks exactly the same as Ga Gong’s mother, that is, the concubine.

The villagers all said that this was a return to their ancestors.

Indeed, Lan Yatou’s appearance is hard to choose.

When Old Yangtou heard these words before, he always laughed them off.

Lan Yatou also has maternal blood in her body, so it's not surprising that she looks similar.

But when he heard these words again, Lao Yangtou felt completely bad!

So, the concubine who gave birth to the child in the mountain temple sixty years ago was, just...

It was like a thunder exploded on the top of Lao Yang's head, and his mind went blank.

There was a buzzing in my ears, my whole body shook violently for a few times, and then I fell to the ground!

On the edge, Yang Hualin and Yang Huazhong, who had not had time to walk away, all gathered around.

The two brothers hurriedly carried Old Yang's head to the guest room in the front yard of Yang Huazhong's house next door and lay down on the bed.

Pinch people, feed them ginger soup, and send people to the village to call the rest of Lao Yang’s family to come over...

Half an hour later.

In the guest room, everyone from Lao Yang's family was here except for a few children who were too young.

Including Yang Huamei and Wang Shuanzi, who were married, also came over.

Yang Huamei and Tan were sitting on a high stool beside the bed, leaning on Tan's thin shoulders, not daring to say a word.

No one dared to say a word, and all of them had serious expressions on their faces, waiting for Lao Yangtou on the bed to speak out.

Old Yang was sitting on the bed with his clothes on, his face was ashen, and his whole body seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

After a long while, he let out a long sigh.

"Children, your father and I have lived this life in vain!"

The old man said in a trembling voice.

"Sixty years of food has gone into a dog's belly..."

When the old man said this, two lines of old tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Everyone in the room already understood what Old Yangtou was talking about.

All my life, I never knew who my own mother was.

He worshiped the woman who killed his own mother as his mother for decades, while his own mother was left alone.

After decades of not burning incense and visiting the grave, my mother became a lonely ghost in the grave.

Among the people, Yang Huazhong, Yang Huaming and others also felt heavy.

After all, the one in the lonely grave is his biological grandmother!

At this time, Yang Hualin was unhappy.

He jumped out and said loudly: "Dad, we have known a poisonous woman as our grandmother for decades. Now, the truth is revealed, and we must seek justice for our direct grandmother!"

Old Yang raised his head: "How do you ask for it? It's been decades since the person died, and his bones can beat drums..."

Yang Hualin gritted his teeth: "Let's dig out the ancestral grave, throw the bones out, and then move our own grandmother into it and bury it with our grandfather!"

"I agree with my second brother's statement."

Yang Huaan also raised his hands to vote and came to the bedside.

"Dad, now there is no suspense about the fight between you and little old Yangtou."

"You are also my grandmother's biological son, and you are also the eldest son."

"Since ancient times, it has been the tradition of noble families to pass down the family to the next generation. The thank you gift from Yan Huaian is well deserved!" Yang Hua'an said.

Yang Hualin's eyes were also shining: "Brother is right, we are justified."

Lao Yangtou did not immediately express his position on these proposals made by brothers Yang Huaan and Yang Hualin.

But looking at him, he seemed to be thinking about it.

Among the crowd, Yang Huazhong couldn't help but stand up.

"I don't agree with the second brother's suggestion of digging the grave," the man said loudly.

"Not to mention, the deceased is respected and we cannot disturb her peace."

"To take a step back, even if she was the one who used tricks in the first place, she still raised our father after all."

"The fields and houses of our old Yang family were also passed down from her."

"Don't forget the person who dug the ditch when you drink water. Even if she makes a lot of mistakes, it's still a grudge between the previous generation. We, the younger generation, can't dig the grave. This is against the law!"

Yang Huazhong said so excitedly that his face turned red.

Yang Hualin pointed at Yang Huazhong's nose and cursed: "You call a thief your grandmother, that vicious woman is not our grandmother!"

Yang Huazhong sneered: "Second brother, you are so impatient. To put it bluntly, aren't you just coveting Yan Huaian's thank you gift?"

Yang Huaming interjected: "Third brother is right. Naturally, our real grandmother must be recognized again. But we can't erase the achievements of the fake grandmother!"

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but join in the fun.

"Let me tell you, regardless of the real great-grandmother or the fake great-grandmother, the most hateful one among them is the great-grandfather." She said.

"He first betrayed his beloved wife, and then betrayed his deeply affectionate concubine."

"Shan Shen Shen gave birth to a child, obviously with the intention of giving birth to the child."

"The person who should be dug up most is my great-grandfather. He doesn't have the responsibilities of a man!"

As soon as Yang Ruoqing said these words, the room that was noisy just now suddenly became quiet.

Pairs of eyes looked high, all falling on her.

It was the first time for everyone to hear such shocking words.

In everyone's perception, men are not wrong and the problem lies with women.

"I love hearing this, Fatty!"

In the crowd, a loud voice suddenly sounded.

It was actually Yang Huamei.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly surprised when Yang Huamei over there continued: "When I heard these things, I became unhappy with my grandfather. What kind of bullshit man is he? He is selfish and irresponsible. Why should the fault be all on us women?

unfair!"

Yang Ruoqing was really surprised when she heard Yang Huamei's words.

In this patriarchal society, men are superior to women, and women are voluntarily superior to men.

Unexpectedly, Yang Huamei, who usually only eats, drinks and poops like a pig, is actually awake?

"Meier, stop fooling around and shut up!"

Over there, Mrs. Tan scolded Yang Huamei in a low voice, and glanced at Old Yang's head, with a worried look on his face.

Old Yangtou's face was really ugly, ashen.

A low pressure hovered in the room.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to speak again.

Old Yangtou was silent for a long time.

Finally, the old man sighed heavily.

"The third child is right, that is all a matter of the previous generation. When people die, grudges will be destroyed."

"No matter whether it is to generate kindness or to cultivate kindness, it is as heavy as a mountain!"

The old man said in a deep voice.

Then, he slowly raised his eyes that had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

There was some regret and self-blame in those eyes.

"Children, I have thought about it. Tomorrow morning, all of you will go with me to the back mountain to build your grandmother's grave, erect a monument, burn incense, and kowtow!"

"Dad, what about Yan Huaian's thank you gift..." Yang Hualin asked again.

Old Yang glanced at Yang Hualin, and the old man slowly shook his head.
Chapter completed!