Yang Ruoqing also chased after him and soon caught up with Luo Fengtang.

"How is my father feeling?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang said: "Not good."

Yang Ruoqing felt that her question was a bit redundant, and Luo Fengtang's answer was even more meaningless. This was a failed question and answer.

What she actually wanted to know was whether Old Yangtou was excessively sad when he saw Xiu'er's body at the hospital, or even self-mutilating behavior derived from sadness.

What kind of situation are Yang Yongxian and the others in? This is what she really wants to ask.

"Li Xiuxin didn't come back, so I'll pick up your eldest brother, Xiu'er, and fourth aunt." Luo Fengtang suddenly said again.

Yang Ruoqing was surprised for a moment, "What's going on?"

Luo Fengtang frowned and said, "Maybe she is too sad. She had a miscarriage."

"What?" Yang Ruoqing was even more shocked.

What is this?

Retribution?

The eldest son had just died, and the fetus that was six months pregnant was gone as well. I had never seen a woman who did this before.

The two things put together were God's punishment for her.

It's just that this punishment is too severe. It affects most of the old Yang family and is very painful!

At this moment, Yang Ruoqing suddenly understood why when she asked Lao Yangtou about their mood earlier, Luo Fengtang thought for a moment and could only answer with the word 'not good'.

Indeed, I really don’t know what to say. The word ‘not good’ is the best explanation.

"Where is Li Xiuxin now? The hospital? Or somewhere?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Luo Fengtang said: "She had a miscarriage at the hospital and fainted at the time. She was still awake when we came back."

"Your eldest brother just left her in the hospital without even paying the medical expenses. When we came back, my father-in-law secretly paid the medical expenses and left Mother Li to take care of Li Xiuxin at the hospital."

Yang Ruoqing twitched her lips, "Well, only my father can do this kind of thing. It's good that my father and eldest brother didn't let Li Xiuxin pay for it with his life."

There was no time to say anything more. The couple quickly arrived at the entrance of the village. Two carriages were parked on the roadside in front of them.

Yang Ruoqing didn't know which carriage Xiu'er was in, so Luo Fengtang's voice sounded next to her: "Your eldest brother is holding Xiu'er in the carriage at the back, and I and my fourth aunt are in the carriage in front."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at it and saw that Yang Huazhong was driving the carriage behind, and Luo Fengtang was driving the carriage in front.

"Let's go to the village first," Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang nodded, came to the carriage in front, leaned against the window and whispered something to Lao Yangtou inside.

Then he got on the carriage and started driving. When he passed by Yang Ruoqing, he slowed down and stretched out his hand towards her.

As soon as Yang Ruoqing handed her hand over to him, she was pulled onto the carriage by a strong force and sat firmly beside him.

It was already evening, and by the pond at the entrance of the village, under the old maple trees, there were all women bathing and men carrying water for bathing.

The old man was blowing a cattail leaf fan, and after eating, the children came out to enjoy the cool air.

Everyone had noticed the two carriages at the entrance of the village a long time ago. When they saw them entering the village, everyone was whispering and pointing at the carriages.

In addition, Lao Yang's family set up a simple place to rest in the alley next to the yard in the afternoon, so everyone in the village basically guessed what happened to Lao Yang's family.

Some sounds of regret, sympathy, or lamentation were intertwined, reaching the ears of Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, and reaching the ears of Lao Yangtou and Yang Yongxian in the carriage.

Yang Ruoqing only heard Lao Yangtou sighing heavily in the carriage behind her, separated by a curtain.

Yang Ruoqing could only sigh secretly.

Good things don't go out, but bad things spread thousands of miles. This kind of bad luck has happened all over the place. Old Yangtou, please stop expecting to save your face.

If you want to save face and suffer, then release your grief as much as you want, cry as much as you want, hold it in, sooner or later something will happen to you.

The carriage finally reached the vicinity of Lao Yang's house after a long sway. It stopped a few steps away from the entrance of the alley, and Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang jumped out of the car.

Over at the entrance of the alley, Sun, Bao Suyun and the others had been waiting there for a long time.

Everyone was wiping away tears or sobbing quietly.

There were many villagers nearby who came to watch the fun.

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang opened the curtain of the carriage. Luo Fengtang helped Lao Yangtou get out of the car, while Yang Ruoqing gave a hand to Liu who was pulled to collapse.

In the carriage behind him, Yang Huazhong lifted the curtain of the carriage, leaned over and took out a small body wrapped in a blanket, and stood beside the carriage to wait.

When everyone saw the small blanket that Yang Huazhong was holding and the pair of little feet exposed under the small blanket, they couldn't help but gasp, and then the sobs turned into howls.

Yang Ruoqing turned her head away, unable to bear to look any further.

Soon, Yang Yongxian also got out of the car. His face was paler than the paper he usually wrote on, without any blood at all.

"Third uncle, let me hold you." He took Xiu'er from Yang Huazhong, held him in his arms, and walked stiffly into the alley next to him under the guidance of Luo Fengtang...

Xiu'er was a child, so of course no one paid homage to him. Usually, the younger ones among his peers were asked to come and keep vigil for him, but the younger one among these peers was Xiao Niuniu, the daughter of Yang Yongzhi and Zhao Liuer.

The little Niuniu was only a few months old, so she naturally had to stay away from such situations. As a result, Xiu'er was lying alone on a simple wooden board in the alley.

"I'm not leaving. I want to stay with Xiu'er. He's afraid of the dark."

Yang Yongxian refused Yang Yongzhi's support and said in a deep voice.

Yang Yongzhi said: "Brother, please accept my condolences, but your health is important."

Yang Yongxian twitched the corner of his mouth numbly: "The pain of losing a child is beyond words. No one can try to persuade me. At this moment, I just want to stay with my Xiu'er for a while. I don't want him to be alone."

Yang Yongzhi had no choice but to leave and go back to the east room to talk to Lao Yangtou.

When he heard that Yang Yongxian refused to come back, Old Yang burst into tears.

"Back then I lost two sons, and I felt the pain of losing a son completely. I didn't expect that now Yongxian would follow in my footsteps and lose two sons in a row. The old Yang family is in misfortune!"

Old Yangtou's words made Tan gnash his teeth, and his stiff body, which had been lying there for a day, finally responded.

"That broom star Li Xiuxin, the star of the family, has ruined the descendants of our old Yang family like this. Did our old Yang family owe her in the previous life? What a curse, what a curse!"

The old lady was so angry that she beat her chest. If Li Xiuxin were in front of her now, Tan would most likely strangle Li Xiuxin to vent her anger.

Everyone else in the room also sighed and looked gloomy.

After all, Old Yangtou had experienced the shock of losing his son twice. He suppressed the grief in his heart and raised his head and said to Yang Yongzhi and Zhao Liuer: "Yongzhi, you go to the alley to take a look at your elder brother in a while. Don't

Let him not think about what stupid things to do."

"Daughter-in-law Yongzhi, please take the time to prepare some food. I will ask Yongzhi to deliver it to Yongxian later. Xiu'er is gone. Yongxian cannot collapse at this moment!"
Chapter completed!