"Qing'er is right," Lao Yangtou took over the conversation and said to Mrs. Tan: "Look, it's almost seven or eight days. The small hole in Mrs. Chen's head has been healed long ago, and she hasn't come over yet.

Make trouble, come here and ask for the child."

"What does this mean? It means that people are eager to do it!" Old Yang said.

Mrs. Tan was so angry that she gritted her teeth and had no appetite to eat anymore. She pushed the bowl and chopsticks forward.

"Lan'er feeds the child, Qing'er helps me go to the front yard!"

Tan quickly stood up and walked to the door.

"Sir, should I go or not?" Yang Ruoqing asked Lao Yang Touna.

Old Yangtou frowned: "Just go with your grandma to see what's going on. It's best to ask your third brother to come over and take Hong'er back."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, caught up with Ms. Tan and helped them go to the front yard together.

Yang Ruoqing was extremely excited about the upcoming battle between Tan and Chen Jinhong.

However, when the grandfather and grandson arrived at the door of Yang Yongzhi's house, Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded.

The door is locked.

Mrs. Tan was blind and couldn't see. She guessed that she had reached the door of the house and immediately went to bang on the door.

"Open the door, open the door!"

Mrs. Tan shouted angrily, but there was no movement at all inside the room.

"Chen Jinhong, you stupid woman, how dare you not open the door?" Mrs. Tan became even more angry. She stood at the door of the house, rolled up her sleeves, and put on a posture.

There was still no movement in the house.

Ms. Tan wanted to take another photo, but Yang Ruoqing came over to stop her.

"Hey, don't take pictures, Third Brother and the others are not in the house at all, the door is locked!" she said.

"What?" Tan was stunned.

Yang Ruoqing grabbed Tan's hand, pushed it down, and pressed it on the lock.

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In the east room, after listening to Yang Ruoqing's narration, Old Yang looked at Mr. Tan who was sitting by the bed, so angry that his hair was burning.

"At dawn today, I went to the toilet and met Yongzhi emptying the urine bucket. Where did these two people go?" Old Yangtou said to himself.

"Go and wander!" said Tan.

"Yongzhi is useless. He is not like a member of our old Yang family. He was blown away by Chen's vixen and has no future!" Tan spat and said again.

"Just say something useless." Old Yang said, his eyes falling on Yang Ruoqing.

"Qing'er, where do you think your third brother and the others have gone?" he asked.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I really don't know about this."

Old Yangtou sighed and sat there smoking a cigarette.

No one said anything in the room. Yang Ruolan was holding Hong'er there, and Yang Ruoqing occasionally helped her change hands.

If the weather is fine, you can hold Hong'er and go to the yard to bask in the sun, away from this somewhat depressing environment.

It's a pity that it's raining right now, so I can only stay indoors.

After a while, the sound of Liu and Yang Huaming quarreling suddenly came from the west room opposite.

Mrs. Tan jumped up from the bed, stomped to the door of the room, stuck her head towards the west room opposite and shouted sternly: "Why are you making such a noise? It's the first month of the year, please stop!"

In the west room opposite, the quarrel suddenly stopped.

But soon, the sound started again, and Mrs. Liu was yelling at Yang Huaming.

I couldn't hear him very clearly from a distance away, but the general idea seemed to be that he was accusing Yang Huaming of killing her first and telling her later, hiding something from her.

"If you don't give in, you two, get over here!"

Mrs. Tan drank again in the west room opposite, turned around and sat back on the bed angrily.

Soon, both Yang Huaming and Mr. Liu came over. After they entered the house, they were still staring at each other like two fighting cocks.

"It's not even the Lantern Festival, and it's so noisy, what does it look like!"

Tan opened his mouth to scold them, and then asked them: "What is the situation?"

"Mom, it's like this..." Mrs. Liu just opened her mouth, but Mrs. Tan stopped her.

"I asked my fourth son, but I didn't ask you. I don't want to hear the lies in your mouth, so shut up!" Mrs. Tan said unceremoniously.

Mrs. Liu's face turned red, she curled her lips, and bumped Yang Huaming with her elbow: "Your mother is asking you something, so you should say it!"

Yang Hua understood Mrs. Liu, turned around and said to Mrs. Tan and Old Yang: "Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just my carriage, which was borrowed by Yongzhi before."

"Her mother blamed me for taking over everything without asking her opinion, so we just argued about it," he said.

Old Yang shook his head, such a quarrel over trivial matters, ugh!

"Although in our old Yang family, the male leads the outside and the female leads the inside, the fourth child is a man after all. He is a man, and he has the right to make decisions on everything in the family," the old man said.

Mrs. Liu was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

"Dad, I understand the family rules you always talk about." Mrs. Liu interjected.

"But his decision depends on something. As for the carriage, I originally planned to go to my parents' house today to pick up my mother and my sister-in-law, nephews and nieces to watch the show."

"You said you lent the carriage to Yongzhi, why did you go to pick up my mother and sister-in-law? Can I not be annoyed!"

When Mrs. Liu said this, she stamped her feet angrily.

Mrs. Liu's words also made it difficult for Lao Yangtou and Mrs. Tan to reprimand them any more.

Singing a opera is a big event in the village, and according to custom, the mother's family should be invited to watch the opera.

Yang Huamei was married in the same village. If she were married in another village, the old Yang family would have to send someone to pick up their daughter and grandson to watch the show.

Our ancestors have been here for generations, so what Liu said is reasonable and tenable.

Old Yang coughed dryly and reprimanded Yang Huaming: "You don't have your own carriage at home, so go to your third brother's house to borrow one. No matter what, you have to invite your mother-in-law to come over and watch the show. You must not lose the etiquette you should have."

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Yang Huaming said: "It's not that I won't pick up my mother-in-law and the others. It's raining today, and I don't know when the big show will be performed. It won't be troublesome to pick them up!"

Old Yang thought for a moment, then looked at Mrs. Liu and said in a negotiating tone: "Then wait until the rain stops, and then let the fourth child pick her up."

Mrs. Liu said: "Everyone said it will be sunny tomorrow and there will be a big show."

Old Yangtou said: "Even if it clears up tomorrow, the singing will only start in the afternoon. There is still time in the morning to pick it up."

"Fourth daughter-in-law, don't worry about this matter. Leave it to me. The fourth daughter-in-law can't spare the time to pick her up. I'll go pick up my mother-in-law myself."

"It's Chinese New Year, so don't make trouble with the fourth child anymore. Everyone is so nice, so just go and do what you have to do!"

Old Yangtou did Liu's ideological work patiently and spoke very well.

Mrs. Liu couldn't say anything anymore and nodded: "Okay, okay, since dad has said everything for this reason, I won't say anything else."

"Anyway, on the day of the big opera, I want to see my mother and sisters-in-law, otherwise, I will end up with the fourth child."

After saying these words, Mrs. Liu left the east room and went back to her own room.
Chapter completed!