Wang Cuihua asked Yang Ruoqing: "Qing'er, according to what you said before, we won't cause trouble for them in the future?"

Yang Ruoqing said: "It's not that I'm not looking for it, but we all saw it. Yang Ruohe obviously acted like a dead pig and is not afraid of boiling water. Moreover, her brain is really abnormal. If you really tie up her dog, what will she do?"

It’s not good to seriously harm your whole family because she is a lunatic.”

"Is this worth it?" she asked.

Wang Cuihua and Wang Chunhua shook their heads together.

"Don't dare to mess with a madman. She won't even take her life when the time comes. She will drag us to be buried with her. She won't be able to explain herself even if she dies!" Wang Cuihua said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "That's right, so we won't come looking for them from tomorrow on, especially that dog, which is Yang Ruohe's lifeblood."

"We'll give Yu Jinbao two more days to work on it. If he doesn't show any signs of trouble for two more days, then he'll hand it over to the government."

"In front of the government, no matter if you are really crazy or fake, no matter if you are a desperado who can kill people for a dog, you will be put in prison. If you are put in prison, you will be honest."

After hearing Yang Ruoqing's words, the Wang sisters nodded repeatedly.

"It makes sense. If the people don't fight with the officials, let's see what they can do when the time comes!"

As everyone agreed, Yang Ruoqing turned around, trying to see some worry on Liu's face.

The fact is that Mrs. Liu's eyes were indeed following her nervously, but they were staring at the roasted chicken in her hand that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

Moreover, Mrs. Liu also licked her tongue while watching.

Yang Ruoqing was also drunk.

At this moment, the group of people had reached the entrance of Changping Village and were about to enter the village.

Mrs. Liu couldn't bear it any longer, stopped and said, "Qing'er, let's share this roast chicken among us. We're already hungry after working hard all day!"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the roast chicken in her hand and said, wow, this is really delicious!

"Fourth Aunt, I'm sorry, I have no intention of eating this roast chicken myself. I roasted it for Xiao Hei to eat," Yang Ruoqing said.

"Ah? What did you say?" Ms. Liu exclaimed.

Yang Ruoqing continued: "Xiao Hei is injured, let him recuperate."

Mr. Liu shook his head: "He is just a child, what can he do to make up for it?"

Wang Chunhua said: "Fourth sister-in-law, what are you talking about? I don't like to hear these words..."

Mrs. Liu said: "What I mean is that Xiao Hei is only a child. He can't eat such a big old hen. He can tear half of it and give it to me..."

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "If Xiao Hei can't eat it, there will be Da Bai. A bowl of water must be leveled."

"Besides, the two boys can't finish one meal, so just eat two."

With that said, Yang Ruoqing directly handed the roast chicken to Wang Cuihua together with the stick used to swing it.

Wang Cuihua smiled gratefully and said, "Those two boys will be extremely happy when they see this later."

Yang Ruoqing also smiled, said hello to the Wang sisters, turned around and left, not bothering to pay attention to Ms. Liu who was still stamping her feet there, and left without looking back.

When I got home, I couldn't stop savoring the smell of the roasted chicken.

Later, I will catch two chickens and roast them for the two children to eat, and give one to Grandma Ga.

With this plan in mind, Yang Ruoqing came to Yang Huazhong's house and found that Sun was not there, so Xiaohua was doing embroidery work alone on the stone bench under the big locust tree in the backyard.

"Xiaohua, where is our mother?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

Xiaohua raised her head and said to Yang Ruoqing: "Sister, are you back? Mom made soup and sent it next door for Grandma Ga to drink. She asked me to look after the house here."

"I'm going to see Grandma Ga." Yang Ruoqing said, then turned around and went to the yard next door.

In the past few days since the Dragon Boat Festival, most of her energy has been occupied by Lao Yang's family. Although she pays attention to Mrs. Sun every day, she always inquires about the old lady from her aunt, Huang Mao and Xiaojie.

Case.

I also visited the old lady twice in person. Unfortunately, both times I caught up with the old lady sleeping or taking medicine.

I wonder how Ga Po is doing these days?

With this thought in his mind, he unknowingly arrived at the door of Mrs. Sun's house.

Inside the house, the sound of Mrs. Sun's coughing and Mrs. Sun's voice could be heard.

"Mom, drink some water."

Yang Ruoqing immediately entered the room and saw Mrs. Sun sitting by the bed coughing hard.

Mrs. Sun stood aside, holding a bowl of tea in her hand and gently stroking Mrs. Sun's back.

Yang Ruoqing walked over and came behind Mrs. Sun. She gently pressed an acupuncture point on her back with both hands and gently massaged it.

Mrs. Sun's cough gradually eased, and she drank a few more sips of the water handed over by Mrs. Sun before she stopped, leaning there and gasping for air.

"Mom, are you going to eat this shredded chicken noodles?" Mrs. Sun asked patiently.

Mrs. Sun glanced at the shredded chicken noodles in the bowl and shook her head, "I won't eat it. My throat hurts and I don't want to eat it."

Mrs. Sun's voice became much hoarse.

Hearing this in Yang Ruoqing's ears made her heart sink a little.

Here, Mrs. Sun said: "But you have only eaten half a bowl. I'm worried that you will be hungry soon."

Mrs. Sun shook her head and closed her eyes, looking like she didn't want to eat.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Mom, take off the noodles first, and then heat them up for me after half an hour. Eat less and more frequently."

Sun nodded and could only do this.

Mrs. Sun took the noodle bowl and went out. Here, Mrs. Sun opened her eyes.

She stretched out her hand towards Yang Ruoqing, who quickly passed her hand over and gently held Mrs. Sun's hand.

These hands are rough, and the palms are covered with calluses, which are the results of Ga Po's long-term needlework.

The back of the hand is covered with age spots. Because I have lost a lot of weight, the veins on the back of the hand are bulging out.

Yang Ruoqing felt really uncomfortable holding such hands.

"Qing'er, Ga Po hasn't seen you for several days. Your mother said that you have been worrying about Xiao Hei and Fu'er these days?" Mrs. Sun panted slightly and asked Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes, they were bitten by a dog, and Yang Ruohe and the others have always had no attitude. I can't stand it, so I will seek justice together."

Mrs. Sun smiled and nodded gently, "This is what it should be. You did the right thing."

Yang Ruoqing also smiled slightly and looked at Old Mrs. Sun in front of her, who had become so thin that her pointed chin was exposed.

"Granny, what do you want to eat? Tell Qing'er and she'll do it. I'm free these days," she said.

Mrs. Sun smiled lovingly and said to Yang Ruoqing: "If you have this kind of heart, Grandma Ga will be satisfied."

"I don't know what kind of disease Ga Po is suffering from. Your mother and your aunt are trying different ways to prepare food for me to eat every day, but I eat meat and don't gain meat. Instead, I lose meat."

With that said, Mrs. Sun let go of Yang Ruoqing's hand and went to roll up her sleeves and trouser legs.
Chapter completed!