"The rooster crowed and left? My real mother, it seems that she is really not a living creature!"

Lao Yang was still scared. He had heard many rumors about this since he was a child. They all said that the world is divided into yin and yang, which belongs to yang during the day and yin at night.

Yin and Yang alternate, without interfering with each other.

And those people and things that survive between yin and yang will naturally not interfere with each other.

No one is allowed to cross the line by using rooster crowing as a customary line.

"Did the things lost in our village a few days ago were also stolen by that ghost child?" Yang Huaming suddenly raised this question.

Yang Huamei said: "Then you have to ask, it's 80% true. Children, they can't tell what's worth and what's worth and what's worth, must only focus on food."

Yang Yongzhi, who had not spoken out for a long time, also raised his own question: "Since the ghost child has no idea of ​​money, why do you have to leave a piece of paper money when stealing Heifeng's family?"

Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment, racked her brains and thought for a while, "I understand."

Everyone looked at her.

"What do you know? Say it quickly." Yang Huaming urged.

Yang Huamei said: "Because Heifeng's family is a grocery store, a place for buying and selling things, maybe the ghost child taught him to pay for those places when he was alive!"

The corners of people's mouths twitched all over the room.

Yang Yongqing even shook his shoulders and laughed, "As aunt, you said that, is he still a very well-educated little guy?"

Yang Huamei's face turned red, "Don't believe it, maybe I'm really confused!"

Yang Yongqing shook his head, he definitely didn't believe it.

Yang Huazhong pushed open the door of the west room and looked at it.

He didn't speak much.

Others keep talking, but they are sitting at the table.

Yang Huazhong didn't speak very much, but what he kept resting was his feet, hands, and eyes.

He was the only one in the room who was really looking, checking and thinking back and forth on the scene.

"San Lao, do you have anything to say?"

Yang Huazhong paused his gaze and turned to look at everyone, "No matter what the thing outside is, I was thinking, if it came for the braised pork leftovers of my mother and Mei'er, then its target should be in the kitchen, why would it target this sleeping room?"

After Yang Huazhong's question was thrown out, everyone started to think about it.

Yang Huamei's first thought of something, and her face suddenly turned pale, "Can you want to steal the baby, right? My God!"

She could no longer sit still, and she bounced from the stool and rushed into the west room, but was grabbed by Tan.

"Mei'er, you're just worried. It's not for your baby, but for braised pork."

"Mom, you don't understand. If it's braised pork, why don't it go to the kitchen?"

Mrs. Tan opened her mouth, but she wanted to speak but stopped.

"Mom, what do you want to say?"

"I didn't want to say anything."

"No, you're hiding me at first glance."

Tan took back his hand and held his side face to keep his eyes open: "I really didn't hide it."

Old Yang shook his head, "Don't ask Mei'er, your mother probably hides braised pork in the house."

"What?" Yang Huamei widened her eyes.

Then I went to see Tan again: "Mom, do you really put the braised pork in the house? No wonder I always smelled a smell when I slept last night. I thought the smell had not dissipated during the meal!"

Tan grinned at Yang Huamei and smiled.

Then, he turned his head and glared at Lao Yang's head, and said viciously: "You are capable, you know everything, you are a stinky old guy!"

Old Yang said, "I can't stand it, I don't show off, it's me who knows you."

"Just just lifting your butt, I knew what you were going to shit!"

Tan's face turned green, and subconsciously grabbed the tea bowl on the table and was about to hit Lao Yang's head. He grabbed the empty hand and found that there was no tea bowl on the table at all.

As soon as she slapped the table, Yang Huamei held down the back of her hand.

"Mom, why are you hiding everything from me? I always disobey me like this. Yesterday, I repeatedly told you not to put the leftover meat in the house. First, it tastes good, and second, it is easy to attract thieves and bring us hidden dangers."

"Isn't it just a bowl of meat? If you put it in the kitchen, you will only have a bowl of meat even if you are stolen."

"You have to use it as bait and attract the thief. We were so scared that we were all night long. Why didn't you listen to my advice? Why did you do your own thing? Are you going to anger me to death?"

Yang Huamei became more and more angry when she spoke, and tears burst out from her eyes.

Seeing the old daughter's appearance, Tan was anxious and hurriedly got up from the stool and stood in front of Yang Huamei at a loss.

I wanted to hand over a handkerchief to my old daughter, but the handkerchief was taken out by my old daughter.

Tan became more and more anxious. She never bowed her head to admit her mistakes in her life, and she was not arrogant in front of her old daughter.

"It's because my mother is not good. I didn't listen to you. I promise this is the last time. Are you not angry? It's not worth it if you get angry, but your body is my own..." The old lady apologized repeatedly, tremblingly trying to hand over the handkerchief.

Yang Huamei looked at Tan angrily, "Where is the meat?"

"Ah? Do you want to eat?"

"I said, where are you hiding the flesh in the house?" Yang Huamei asked again with a loud voice.

Tan came to his senses, "I'll go get me!"

She rushed into the west room with her little feet like a gust of wind, and the others followed. Even Old Yang was unable to move, so he pushed his wheelchair to the door of the west room, stretched his neck and looked inside.

Tan ran straight to the sleeping bed, kicked off his shoes, knelt down, and his knees fell on the shoes, his body completely leaned against the ground.

His right arm reached under the bed, and after a while of groping, he dragged out a basket covered with spider silk, which was covered with a black veil.

Tan took off the spider silk from outside, unzipped the handkerchief, and took out a black pottery bowl from the inside with both hands, and then carefully brought it to the main hall to put it on the table.

After a night of refrigeration, the braised pork was covered with a thick layer of white lard.

It emitted a fishy smell of cold lard on the table. Everyone was still empty in the morning, and suddenly they smelled the smell... they almost vomited it out.

"Milk, you really know how to hide things. If you hide this thing under the bed, you are not afraid of attracting mice!" Yang Yongqing tilted his head and his shoulders shook.

A person like him who is not happy with meat can't even arouse his appetite.

Tan was too lazy to pay attention to Yang Yongqing. In her heart, this eldest grandson with crooked eyes and slanted mouth spoke the most unpleasant thing, just barking as he was.

The old lady’s focus is on her old daughter Yang Huamei. She picked up the bowl and looked at Yang Huamei with a smile and said: “Mei’er, I’m taking out the meat. Do you want to eat it? If you want to eat it, I’ll heat it up for you…”

After saying a word, Yang Huamei snatched the bowl of meat and walked straight to the door, throwing the dishes and bowls to the ground.

"Eat and eat, whoever wants to eat, isn't it just a few pieces of meat, it's a tossing to death!"
Chapter completed!